NCCnovel Chapter 799: Productivity Killer
Chapter 799: Productivity Killer
Villain Ch 799. Productivity Killer
Allen typed again.
Allen: Yeah, most players do that. They’ve got their whole skill sequence mapped out in their heads, like some kind of combo to wreck their enemies in record time.
Zoe: Can’t argue with that. Back in the day, that might’ve been a solid strategy for a regular screen-and-controller setup. But VR? You gotta be quick on your feet, think on the fly.
Bella: Breaking those old habits ain’t gonna be a walk in the park, that’s for sure.
Alice: True, having a go-to combo is like Gaming 101. At least they’ve got a plan when things hit the fan.
Larissa: Plus, if they have a signature combo or move, at least his team will have memorized what he usually does. They can plan their attack move more easily and follow the usual attack patterns.
Shea: True *Flat face emoji*
Allen: Okay, let’s cut out the discussion here. This will never end. Are we going to hunt or not?
Vivian: Whoa, you’re unusually hyped today. What’s the deal? Missing us? Or is Azura getting under your skin?
Allen: I found an interesting mini boss and I’m sure he will be useful for us in the next war. I already defeated him earlier, but since I was with Azura and the others I couldn’t bind him with my contract.
Allen: Also, I found a new dungeon. I wonder where it leads.
Shea: Okay, that’s interesting. Let’s go!
Allen: I’ll wait for you at the base.
Allen set down his phone on his desk with a sigh, its screen dimming as he shifted his attention to his VR device. Grabbing it, he slid it over his head, feeling the familiar weight settle comfortably against his temples. The device hummed to life as it scanned his retinas, a soft beep indicating successful authentication.
In an instant, the world around him shifted, and he found himself standing once more in the eerie depths of the Cursed Crypts. The air felt damp and musty, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls.
Whenever he logged into the game, his avatar automatically returned to the Cursed Crypts, his true form revealed. It was a safety measure, ensuring that he always started from a familiar point whenever he entered the virtual world.
Standing at the gate, Allen glanced around, the familiar surroundings of the Crypts greeting him. He could hear the distant echoes of creatures lurking in the shadows.
"I’ve come to deposit the quest results," Allen replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "I’m ready to complete my order for the Shadowbane armor."
Grimar nodded approvingly, his weathered face breaking into a toothy grin. "Excellent choice. Shadowbane armor is a fine craft indeed," he declared, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
With practiced efficiency, Allen handed over the quest items, watching as Grimar inspected them with a critical eye. "These will do nicely," Grimar pronounced, his voice gruff but pleased. "I’ll get started on your order right away. Please come back tomorrow."
Allen nodded and left.
After they finished, the group gathered in the portal room. Allen couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation coursing through his veins. They were ready to delve back into the treacherous depths of the Haunted Forest.
With a determined expression, Allen led the way as they stepped through the shimmering portal, emerging once again in the eerie surroundings of the Haunted Forest. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air.
"Alright, let’s stick together and stay alert," Allen called out, his voice firm but reassuring.
They made their way deeper into the forest, Allen couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. He had hoped to bypass the winding paths and tangled undergrowth of the forest and head straight for the Cemetery where their target awaited. However, it seemed that this particular map didn’t offer such shortcuts.
Allen pressed on, leading his companions through the dense foliage of the forest. Allen ventured into the Haunted Forest once again, there was a noticeable difference in their demeanor compared to their previous expeditions. With Allen in his true form, his strength and abilities were vastly enhanced, making him a formidable leader for the group.
His companions, too, had grown accustomed to hunting alongside him, their teamwork and coordination honed through countless battles.
Navigating the forest proved to be a much smoother experience this time around, thanks to Allen’s previous experience and the group’s skills. The tangled undergrowth and lurking dangers seemed almost trivial in comparison to their combined strength.
The horde of werewolves and puppets that had once posed a significant threat now seemed like little more than minor obstacles to be swiftly dealt with. With Allen at the helm, the group moved with purpose and efficiency, dispatching their adversaries with ease as they made their way through the forest.
Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the cemetery, their journey through the haunted forest nearing its end. Quickly, they approached the old NPC standing in the middle of the graveyard, Gheppetto.
"Gheppetto," Allen greeted. Allen and his companions stood before Gheppetto in the eerie graveyard, the atmosphere crackled with tension. Gheppetto’s weathered face was twisted in a mixture of shock and fury as he beheld the group before him.
"What are you doing here?" Gheppetto demanded, his voice carrying a note of warning.
Allen, in his true form as the devil emperor, stepped forward confidently, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I am the one who killed all your puppets," he declared boldly, his voice ringing out in the silence of the cemetery.
Gheppetto’s reaction was immediate and intense. With a wild cry, he lunged forward, his puppet-like strings lashing out in a frenzy of rage. But Allen was prepared. With a swift motion, he summoned forth his Shadow Barrier, a dark and transparent shield that enveloped Gheppetto and deflected his attacks.
[A barrier has been formed!]