Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

"Captain Maisy." Seeing that woman, Zeka was a bit surprised. "What do you want?"

Although Zeka used to like Maisy, the look in her eyes now—along with the presence of the other members of the Management Group—made it clear to him that Maisy hadn't come with good intentions.

"Hahaha… It's been a while," Maisy said with a laugh. "Aren't you going to tell us what kind of lucky encounter turned you into what you are now?"

"Huh! I haven't had any lucky encounter." Zeka replied angrily. "Even if I did, that would be my fortune—what does it have to do with any of you?"

"Oh! How bold." Maisy smiled. "Zeka, do you know how much the System has put on your head as a bounty?"

Zeka wasn't surprised to hear that. He'd already seen the system announcements, so he knew he was being hunted.

But so what?

He wasn't weak anymore—he was strong, and with all the buffs he'd just obtained, he was even stronger than before.

Even if he was facing a group of rank D monsters or a bunch of rank D Lords, he was confident he could defeat them easily.

Now, seeing Maisy and the three young men before him, he felt no fear.

On the contrary, he was full of confidence and arrogance. As long as he killed these people, he would gain three more permanent buffs.

As for Maisy? Huh! Even though she wanted to kill him, he would give her a chance to live.

After all, she was so beautiful—if she died, it would be a waste. So he wanted to let her live, then make her his servant, a tool for his pleasure.

Why did he want to treat her like that? Because she wanted to kill him, and that reason alone was enough.

"Hahaha…" Zeka suddenly burst out laughing, his face twisting bizarrely. "Maisy, if you want my head, you're going to have to pay a very high price."

Maisy frowned, her eyes showing a hint of confusion as she looked at Zeka.

But then she waved her hand and said, "Kill him."

The three young men, together with eight rank D Heroes and nearly fifty monsters, surrounded Zeka.

This was the first time they'd ever mobilized so many soldiers and heroes just to kill one person.

Of course, they didn't dare be careless. According to the information they had, Zeka had already killed five rank D Lords—proving he wasn't weak at all.

Zeka looked at the monsters closing in around him and sneered. "Hahaha… You think this pile of trash can kill me?"

Maisy shrugged. "How would I know if we don't try? Besides, I don't believe you're strong enough to defeat all the monsters here."

"Oh? So you're underestimating me?" Zeka laughed, his smile ice-cold. "Then you'll pay the price for that arrogance."

BAM!

Zeka suddenly swung both arms down into the snow. Instantly, the ground shook violently, startling Maisy's group.

"What's happening?" Maisy asked in confusion.

Moments later, countless vines burst up from the earth, piercing through the surface.

The vines were thick, more than ten centimeters in diameter, and their tips were capped with incredibly hard, sharp points.

"Not good!" Seeing vines springing up everywhere, Maisy's expression changed. "Larose, unleash a hurricane!"

Maisy shouted, and the giant butterfly above her spun in the air, then beat its wings, creating a growing vortex.

The whirlwind rapidly grew larger, almost forming a tornado that sucked up swirling snowflakes all around.

Zeka frowned. "It's useless, these vines won't be so easily pulled from the ground."

"Die!"

The vines shot toward the enemy monsters. Even though those monsters were all rank D, the fight was nothing to Zeka.

After all, they were just low-level monsters, not even level 2, so they were no match for Vinelord.

The vines easily pierced through the monsters' bodies, beginning to drain them of all their blood.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sharp gust sounded. Zeka instinctively leapt back.

BAM!

A moment later, a rock crashed down at terrifying speed, leaving a dent where Zeka had just been standing.

Zeka saw that it was just an ordinary stone, about the size of a tennis ball.

He looked up.

The tornado was growing larger, sucking stones into itself and flinging them out at high velocity like bullets.

"Damn it!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as he cursed, a barrage of wind howled through the air, accompanied by a rain of stones hurtling at him.

He gritted his teeth and called out, "Vinelord, help me."

Zeka had to ask for help—the attack range was too wide; even if he ran, he couldn't escape the incoming hail of stones.

Vinelord naturally couldn't let Zeka die so easily.

After all, his seal hadn't yet been completely broken; he still needed Zeka's help.

BAM!

BAM!

At that moment, another cluster of vines erupted from the ground, coiling around Zeka to form a dome-shaped shield.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

All the stones fired at Zeka were blocked by the dome.

The vines were so thick and tough that, even when battered by countless stone "bullets," they held fast, showing no sign of breaking.

Maisy, however, was not concerned. Instead, she smiled mysteriously. "Thank you for staying in one spot. Now the real attack begins."

"What?!" Zeka was shocked. He tried to escape, but it was too late.

The tornado rapidly shrank, growing smaller and tighter, but its power didn't diminish—instead, it grew even stronger, as if it was being compressed to the limit, and then…

Whoosh!

A sharp, piercing sound split the air as a green wind blade sliced through space, hurtling toward Zeka.

Smash!

"ACK!"

The wind blade easily sliced through Zeka's protective dome of vines, splitting it cleanly in two with a harsh, piercing sound accompanied by his pained scream.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The thick vines withered rapidly, turning to fragments and falling to the ground in pieces.

The dome vanished, exposing Zeka kneeling in the snow, both arms now severed, fresh blood pouring out like a stream.

"Damn it!" Zeka gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face, rage and agony twisting his features into a monstrous mask.

At that moment, countless tiny vines inside his body began to stitch his wounds, while several others reached out for the severed arm, desperately trying to reconnect it.

Whoosh!

Another shrill gust sounded as a crescent-shaped wind blade shot straight toward Zeka.

Zeka, terrified, tried to dodge, but the blade wasn't aimed at him—it targeted his severed arm.

Smash!

"No!!!" Zeka's eyes blazed with fury as he watched.

That wind blade hadn't struck him, but instead bisected the arm lying in the snow, making any hope of reattachment impossible.

Now, the severed arm was completely useless.

"Damn you! Maisy! I swear… I will—"

Whoosh!

Another wind blade shot toward him, instantly shutting him up.

Clenching his teeth to endure the pain, Zeka jumped back, stomping hard on the snow.

BAM!

Countless vines erupted from the ground behind him, forming a wall as a barrier.

"Huh!" Maisy snorted disdainfully, waving her hand as three more wind blades shot from the tornado, slicing toward the vine wall.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wind blades tore the barrier apart, but by then, the scene behind it had already vanished behind a flurry of swirling snow.

Maisy frowned, mumbling, "Running away? You can escape for now, but you can't run forever."

She waved her hand, commanding, "Return. Prepare for the upcoming event."

"Yes, Captain." The three young men bowed respectfully.

Maisy glanced in the direction Zeka had fled and smiled coldly, "You won't get away, Zeka. Your head… will be mine."