MTLNOVEL Chapter 766: The Party's Over, Huh?
Villain Ch 766. The Party's Over, Huh?
With the villains' departure, the very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, the dark magic that had fueled their destructive powers dissipating into nothingness. Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire
The bone walls that had once towered menacingly crumbled into dust, the eerie black lances that had pierced the ground vanished without a trace, and the stone walls disintegrated into thin air. The emperor's flames flickered out, leaving only wisps of smoke lingering in their wake.
Slowly but surely, the destruction wrought by the villains began to reverse itself. The shattered remains of buildings stitched themselves back together, the collapsed trees straightened their limbs, and the scarred earth healed, erasing any trace of the chaos that had once reigned.
NPCs, who had cowered in fear during the onslaught, tentatively emerged from their hiding places, their frightened expressions gradually giving way to relief as they returned to their daily routines. Shopkeepers reopened their stalls, villagers resumed their conversations, and the once-desolate streets buzzed with life once more.
Allen's gaze immediately fell upon Azura's lifeless body. She lay there, unmoving. Without hesitation, Allen rushed to her side, his footsteps echoing against the ground before he knelt beside her. Gently, his hands cradled Azura's limp body.
For a moment, the scene seemed frozen in time, the contrast between Allen's desperate embrace and Azura's lifeless form creating a dramatic tableau that would have struck anyone who witnessed it.
But despite the gravity of the situation, Allen's words betrayed no hint of emotion. With a calm efficiency that belied the turmoil within him, he spoke to Azura as though she were merely sleeping, his voice steady and composed.
"Send me a message if you want to change our meeting point," he said, his words a stark reminder of the practicalities of their situation. "Also, tell me if you are still interested in the hunt or have you decided to take a break."
Soon, a soft glow enveloped her form, causing her pixels to shimmer and dance. With a gentle hum, her body began to disintegrate, breaking apart into countless pixels that floated upwards like a swarm of fireflies. It was a mesmerizing sight, yet tinged with a profound sadness as Allen watched her being transported back to her respawn point. He knew that Azura's save point was not in this village.
With a long exhale, Allen rose to his feet, his gaze lingering on the spot where Azura had vanished. He had tried to give her hope, to show her that he was on her side, but deep down, he knew that his actions had been anything but supportive. In his quest to prove himself, he had betrayed her trust, using her as a pawn in his game.
Soon, he found himself surrounded by a group of players, their eyes wide with admiration. They were a diverse bunch, ranging from low to mid level players, but they all shared the same look of awe as they gazed at him.
"Wow, that was awesome!" exclaimed one of the players, an archer with a bow slung over his shoulder. "Your fighting skills are superb!"
"Yeah, that was the most incredible fight I've ever seen!" chimed in another player, a craftsman with a battle axe strapped to his back. "To think you were able to land an attack on the emperor himself! Unbelievable!"
The group erupted into excited chatter, their voices blending together in a cacophony of admiration. Most of them were mid-level players, their skills and gear more advanced than the low-level players who had fallen victim to the villains during the battle. They had witnessed Allen's prowess firsthand and were eager to express their admiration.
Suddenly, one of the players pointed a finger at Allen, his eyes widening in recognition. "Wait a minute, I know you," he exclaimed. "I saw you fighting at Berlt Harbor! You are Godlike, right?!"
Allen smiled modestly at the player's words. "Yeah, that's me," he replied.
A sudden warmth enveloped his body, accompanied by a brilliant light that bathed him in its glow. His heart skipped a beat as he felt a surge of energy coursing through him, his HP rapidly increasing with each passing moment. It was the unmistakable sensation of the Healing Light skill.
Allen felt the wounds that had marred his body from the fierce battle begin to fade away, the bruises and cuts disappearing as if they had never been. It was a miraculous sight, and Allen couldn't help but marvel at the skillful use of magic that had brought about his rapid recovery and he recognized the owner of this skill.
[Your HP has been fully restored!]
But as he glanced around the crowd, his eyes searching for the source of the Healing Light, he realized that none of the players present had the healer class.
Suddenly, a male voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd, firm and commanding. "Hey, heal the wounds first, talk later," the voice said, its annoyance palpable in every word. Allen turned towards the source of the voice, his curiosity piqued.
Red_King and Father^Alex briskly approached Allen. As if on cue, the crowd instinctively parted to make way for them. It was like parting the sea, except instead of a miraculous act of divine intervention, it was just common courtesy towards two of the most respected players in the game.
Father^Alex, the one to cast the Healing skill on Allen, looked a bit shy. Meanwhile, Red_King sported a slightly annoyed expression, especially directed at the mid-level players who had swarmed around Allen without giving him a moment to catch his breath.
"Thanks," Allen said gratefully to Father^Alex, acknowledging the healer's timely assistance.
"Don't mention it," Father^Alex replied with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling with kindness.
"So---" Red_King interjected with a long huff, his annoyance palpable in the way he scanned the crowd. It was as if he was searching for remnants of the battle, only to find none. "The party's over, huh? I guess I'm late," he added, his tone tinged with a hint of playful sarcasm.