Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 794: (Un)solid Team

Villain Ch 794. (Un)solid Team

"Just get along with each other, okay?" Greatest Healer’s voice was gentle, carrying a soothing tone that seemed to calm the nerves. "You too, Bored Hunter. I’m the one with the smallest level here, but I’m not complaining."

Bored Hunter shot a sidelong glance at Greatest Healer, a mixture of irritation and skepticism dancing in their eyes. With a derisive snort, they muttered, "Haven’t I said it before? You’re a healer. As long as you have your buff and healing skills, you’ll come in handy. Me? I’m literally useless here.

My mark is often missed due to my lack of level." The words dripped with frustration.

Arcana couldn’t help but interject with a scoff. "You know you’re useless, but you complain the loudest among us." His tone was laced with playful mockery, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Bored Hunter’s irritation flared at Arcana’s remark, their features contorting into a scowl. "Oh, shut it," they retorted, their voice tinged with annoyance. "At least I’m honest about it."

Greatest Healer sighed softly, casting a placating glance between the bickering members of the party. "We all have our strengths and weaknesses," they said, their voice carrying a hint of wisdom born from experience.

"Honestly, you’re always whining about being useless, but what have you done to improve?" Arcana’s voice held a note of challenge to Bored Hunter, his gaze piercing as they awaited a response.

Bored Hunter bristled at the accusation, their hands tightening around the grip of their bow. "What do you expect me to do?" he shot back, their tone defensive. "I contribute what I can with my skills, but I can’t do anything."

Bored Hunter and the others fell silent, the weight of Allen’s words sinking in as they remembered that this hunt was supposed to be a simple outing between Azura and Allen alone. Arcana, her frustration evident in the crease of her brow, took a deep breath, begrudgingly conceding to Allen’s assessment of the situation.

"Yeah, we can’t move on like this," Arcana admitted, her voice laced with reluctant agreement. "I think we should go back now."

Red_King, his patience worn thin by the bickering and discord within the group, huffed in annoyance and shot a pointed look at Bored Hunter, as if silently promising to address his behavior later. "I agree," he declared, his voice firm. "We should return now."

The decision to retreat settled among the weary group. They reached for their Home Crystals, each member clutching the shimmering gemstone tightly in their grasp. These crystals held the power to transport them back to safety in times of need.

With a collective exhale, they activated the crystals, unleashing a brilliant burst of light that enveloped their bodies in a dazzling display of magic. The air crackled with energy as the light swirled around them, wrapping them in its warm embrace before whisking them away from the desolate cemetery.

Allen, before he was fully enveloped by the light, cast one final glance at the lone grave that had piqued his curiosity earlier. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, a silent promise of his intent to return and explore its secrets further.

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But unlike the others, Allen’s journey home was slightly different. His saving point, the Cursed Crypts, was not a typical hub like the others’. In the Cursed Crypts, Allen’s avatar appeared with an offline status to others. With practiced ease, he navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the crypts.

Upon reaching the portal room, Allen wasted no time in activating the gateway that would transport him to the bustling city of Ront.