Chapter 594 Not Jealousy, But Personal Vendetta
Chapter 594 Not Jealousy, But Personal Vendetta
Villain Ch 594. Not Jealousy, But Personal Vendetta
Allen's internal excitement bubbled beneath the surface as he reveled in the newfound speed and power granted by Father^Alex's buffs. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, darting from one glinted blade to the other. 'This is insane! I've never felt this fast!' he jubilantly thought to himself. The prospect of his Priestess Military Chief Ghost providing similar buffs crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it, recognizing that player buffs often outshone those of monsters or boss creatures.
Lost in contemplation, the idea of kidnapping Father^Alex for his incredible support crossed Allen's mischievous thoughts. The allure of having such a skilled healer permanently by their side seemed tempting, but before he could delve further into this amusing notion, Father^Alex's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Did you just solo an Undead Royal Guard?" said Father^Alex, his disbelief and shock unmistakable.
This statement acted like a splash of cold water for Allen, instantly snapping him out of his reverie. He turned to Father^Alex, a perplexed expression etching across his face. "Yes. Is that not normal?" he queried, a hint of confusion knitting his brow. The healer's reaction hinted that perhaps Allen had just achieved something beyond the ordinary, something that had evoked shock.
In a bid to decipher the situation, Allen cast a hopeful glance at the girls, seeking clarification from their expressions. However, the girls' faces mirrored his own confusion. It was a collective puzzle, and the girls were equally in the dark about this.
"That's not normal," Father^Alex stated with a touch of emphasis, his experience as a healer guiding his evaluation. He began outlining the typical party composition for tackling Undead Royal Guards, delving into the intricacies of roles and skills required. Tanks, DPS, and a healer offering support and healing as needed—this was the conventional approach, and Allen's apparent solo feat deviated sharply from the norm.
Usually, the good composition of a team was necessary since the Undead Royal Guard had fast movements and was similar to an assassin while its attacks were similar to a warrior. Apart from that, its endurance and number of HP were almost similar to a knight. That was why this monster gave a lot of EXP and good loot like Undead Rusty Ring or Royal Soldier Emblem which could cost 1,500 coins each even though it was only common type loot.
Listening to the healer's explanation, Allen maintained a forced smile, approaching the group. He acknowledged, "Well, I guess I'm one of a kind then," a chuckle escaping him as he hoped to lighten the mood. His words carried a hint of playful bravado, seeking to downplay the peculiarity of the situation.
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Father^Alex, contemplating Allen and his unconventional group dynamics, couldn't deny the possibility of their unorthodox strategy being effective. His attention shifted to Shea and the rest of the group, recognizing their uniqueness as well. A wry smile formed on his lips as he internally acknowledged, 'They're not normal either.' However, in Allen's case, there was an undeniable magnetism that set him apart.
He observed Allen's interactions with the group, sensing an innate ability to captivate attention. 'That's why his previous team left him. This guy could steal anyone's spotlight without even trying,' Father^Alex mused, acknowledging the charisma that seemed to surround Allen.
"You know, we've hunted too many times without a healer, so maybe you'll be a little surprised by us," Shea chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she offered a casual explanation for their unconventional approach. It was almost a preemptive defense, a way to justify their unique hunting style to Father^Alex.
The healer raised an eyebrow, acknowledging Shea's words but withholding any immediate judgment. His experience told him that every team had its quirks, and perhaps Allen's group had found a strategy that suited them. Still, there lingered an undercurrent of doubt, especially considering the reputed difficulty of facing Undead Royal Guards.
"Let's continue our hunt," Alice added, her eagerness evident in the pout on her face.
Father^Alex decided to ignore his curiosity and the group proceeded.
Sophia's group, trailing not far behind Allen and his extraordinary team, couldn't conceal their astonishment. Wide-eyed and agape, their attention fixated on the unfolding spectacle of Allen's group taking down Undead Royal Guards with startling ease. Amidst their awe, they remained oblivious to the lurking danger of an Undead Archer nearby, a threat that another group decided to confront.
The paladin, overwhelmed by the unexpected prowess on display, voiced his amazement, "You know, this is the first time I've seen someone able to fight an Undead Royal Guard like a low-level monster." His admiration was palpable, his gaze lingering on Allen. Witnessing such skill ignited a spark within him, a desire to switch his class to an assassin immediately. However, he acknowledged the inherent mastery required, having observed many assassins in action but never witnessing anything quite like this. What stood out was Allen's evident proficiency in solo combat.
"Al from Shadow Syndicate, huh?" The magic scholar mumbled, once again directing his attention to the name hovering above Allen's avatar. "I guess I need to find out more about it. There's no way this person is an ordinary player," he added, his curiosity piqued.
Sophia, narrowing her eyes, fixated her gaze on Allen, wrestling with a barrage of unanswered questions. 'I don't understand you, Allen. Why did you choose to stay low and join a guild without a reputation like this when your skill is far superior to the others?' she pondered.
The gaping disparity in skill was too evident to be ignored. Even Elio and the rest of the group couldn't match up to Allen. Yet, after witnessing Allen's combat prowess three times, Sophia gleaned a crucial insight—Allen was a solo fighter. The assassin class suited him, and he shone most brilliantly when operating alone. In a team, the spotlight invariably gravitated toward Allen, overshadowing his teammates unwittingly. It was both a weakness and a strength, a duality that had led to the betrayal by Liam and Darren, who chose Elio to escape Allen's looming shadow.
Sophia's attention pivoted toward the girls standing beside Allen, engaging in casual conversation. A perplexed frown etched across her forehead.
'Wait... is he staying in that unknown guild because of those girls?' Sophia's mind whirred with speculation. Recalling their last encounter, Allen had mentioned having a relationship with six of them, and now, there was one more in the mix!
The sudden realization dawned on Sophia, creating a mental picture of Allen surrounded by this group of girls. It added a layer of complexity to his motives—perhaps his decision to remain in a guild with a less-than-stellar reputation was influenced by the bonds he'd formed with these female companions.
Jealousy began to smolder within Sophia's heart, a subtle ember fueled by a mix of displeasure and annoyance. She couldn't comprehend the magnetic pull he seemed to exert on them. It left her with a gnawing question—what was it about Allen that drew them in so effortlessly?
Her skepticism veered toward suspicion. It couldn't be merely love; Sophia was convinced there was something more, something they sought from Allen. Her mind churned with discontent. Each girl, like her, was part of the same gender, sharing the common ground of being players in the virtual world. Yet, there they were, orbiting around Allen as if he held some mystical allure.
Sophia's annoyance deepened. She felt a sense of injustice—
why did Allen receive such unwarranted attention? What did he possess that captivated these girls so thoroughly? It wasn't just a matter of affection; it was as if Allen held the key to something profound, something that resonated with each of them.
In Sophia's eyes, the situation unfolded like an intricate puzzle. The connections they formed, especially with someone like Allen, weren't mere coincidences. Sophia's instinct told her that there was an underlying motive, a shared purpose that bound them to Allen.
Was it because of Allen's fighting skills? Or was it because of the tournament's money prize?
A tumult of thoughts swirled in her mind. The girls surrounding Allen, and the undeniable bond they shared seemed like an orchestrated retaliation for her past betrayal. A pang of guilt crept in as she wondered if Allen had strategically woven this intricate web to make her feel the sting of regret.
'Is this your revenge because I betrayed you?' Sophia's mind questioned, a hint of vulnerability hidden behind her composed exterior. She refused to let this apparent setback defeat her; after all, she held her own sinister plan close to her chest.
Determination flickered in her eyes as she silently addressed Allen in her thoughts, her tone a mix of defiance and conviction. 'No, Allen. You won't escape me that easily. You will come back to me and love me again. You'll fall for me, just like before,' she resolved, a scheming glint in her eyes.
This was no longer just about jealousy; it was a personal vendetta, a battle of wits and emotions that Sophia was determined to win. And her prize was Allen.