NCCnovel Chapter 931 Poetic?
Chapter 931 Poetic?
Villain Ch 931. Poetic?
Allen walked back to his room. The conversation with Emma had been unexpectedly cathartic, and he felt a renewed sense of connection with his sister. Once he entered his room, he took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment of calm.
He quickly shed his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him. The steam enveloped him, washing away the remnants of the tension.
After his shower, Allen dried off and changed into comfortable clothes. He sat down on his sofa, where Kai and Alex were already waiting. For the next half hour, they went over the conference plan, discussing last-minute updates and ensuring everything was on track.
With the check-in complete, Allen logged into Hell's Gate, ready for a bit of night hunting with his team. Bella wasn't online, but she had left him a message saying she was okay and had calmed down. She also mentioned that she had really enjoyed their intimate moment, which eased Allen's lingering worries.
Tonight, only Alice, Larissa, and Vivian were online. The three women greeted him warmly and were already prepared for a hunt. The hunt was straightforward, with no major events or surprises. It was a typical night in Hell's Gate, filled with battles against monsters and the thrill of collecting loot.
During a brief break, Allen checked in with the auction NPC to retrieve his loot. He navigated through the bustling in-game city, weaving through throngs of players and NPCs alike.
"Good evening," Allen greeted the NPC, his voice commanding yet polite.
The auctioneer nodded in acknowledgment. "Good evening," they replied, their voice smooth and almost ethereal. "How may I assist you tonight?"
"I'm here to retrieve my items," Allen said, cutting straight to the point. "I placed some items in the auction earlier today."
The auctioneer consulted a large ledger, their fingers gliding over the pages with practiced ease. "Ah, yes. Those are quite unique items, if I may say so."
The mage turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "You'd be surprised. Collectors love rare and unusual items, especially those with a good backstory. It's not always about the stats."
The warrior shrugged, a smirk on his face. "I guess you're right. Still, seems a bit silly to me."
The auctioneer interjected smoothly, "These items do indeed cater to a specific type of collector. Their appeal is in their uniqueness." Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire
The mage curiosity was piqued. "Poetic, you say? I might just have to place a bid myself. I do love a good story."
He distanced himself from the NPC, a smile playing on his lips. The delay, while inconvenient, added an interesting twist to his experience. It was satisfying to know that his loot was generating buzz among the other players, even if he couldn't retrieve it just yet.
After dealing with the auction NPC, Allen rejoined Alice, Larissa, and Vivian for another quick hunt. They fought monsters, collected more loot, and shared tips on strategies and gear.
Once the hunt was over, they returned to the city to sell their loot and purchase supplies at the market. A few minutes later, they wrapped up their evening. The night's hunt had been productive, and the company of Alice, Larissa, and Vivian had been reassuring.
Logging off from Hell's Gate, Allen stretched his body, feeling the satisfying crack of his joints as he reached for the ceiling. The long day had left him weary, but his mind was still buzzing with thoughts and ideas. Instead of heading straight to bed, he decided to channel that energy into something productive. He walked over to his desk, where his laptop sat waiting, and opened it up.
The screen glowed softly as he navigated to his writing folder. He began to type, his fingers dancing over the keys with a practiced ease. The words flowed from his mind to the screen.
Minutes turned into an hour, and before he knew it, he had written several pages. Allen leaned back, rereading his work with a satisfied smile.
Finally, he saved his document and closed the laptop, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The room was quiet. Allen stood, stretched once more, and made his way to bed. He pulled back the covers and slid in, feeling the fatigue finally catch up with him.