Chapter 894: Completing the mission (Red Nosed Monkey Monsters) Chapter 894: Completing the mission (Red Nosed Monkey Monsters) From MC’s Perspective: The sky was a thick, inky canvas, but my perception pierced through the gloom.
A flicker of movent caught my attention, sothing stirring in the undergrowth not far off.
Intrigue and caution warred within .
I was on my way back to HQ, but this anomaly demanded investigation.
Rising to my feet, I cautiously approached the disturbance.
An unknown factor was always a threat, especially in this world.
If it was a monster beyond my capabilities, the Destruction Bead would be my last resort.
The area was cloaked in a verdant curtain of bushes.
My physical vision was obscured, but my perception painted a clear picture of a hidden presence.
It was ti to reveal the unseen.
With a focused thought, I unleashed a “Lightning Finger.” A jagged bolt of electricity erupted from my index finger, tearing through the air towards the concealed entity.
The impact was a blinding flash followed by a deafening screech.
The bushes erupted with furious movent.
A horde of red-nosed monkey-like monsters, their eyes burning with rage, erged from the undergrowth.
It was a hostile encounter from the start.
“So they hadn’t abandoned this area completely,” I mused internally.
A re eight Class-7 monsters, a formidable force to be sure, were lurking sowhere nearby, their actions dictated by orders from their unseen leader.
Yet, their presence was a fortuitous developnt.
I’d been grappling with the challenge of reporting back on my mission.
Now, with these powerful monsters at my disposal, I could potentially craft a more compelling and impactful report.
A Class-7 monster was the equivalent of an SSS-Elite rank being, a realm of power I had yet to fully attain.
While many perceived as on the cusp of that SS-ELITE pinnacle, the reality was that I still had a significant gap to bridge.
To leap directly from my current level to SSS-Elite would be an extraordinary feat, almost unheard of.
However, I was determined.
Persistent combat and ample resources were the keys to grow faster.
“Lightning Finger!” I commanded, channeling a surge of energy.
This ti, instead of a re spark, a thick, pulsating bolt of lightning erupted from my index finger.
With a thunderous crack, it arced towards the heart of the monster cluster.
I didn’t wait for the full impact.
My grip tightened around the hilt of my black sword as I launched myself into the fray.
The lightning bolt found its mark with explosive force, striking one of the red-nosed monsters directly in the face.
Its eyes, exposed to the raw power of the attack, erupted in agony.
A blood-curdling screech echoed through the undergrowth as its companions surged forward in a frenzy of rage.
The first to reach was a hulking brute.
Its claws, tipped with sharp, nacing talons, aid for my vulnerable throat.
But I was ready.
With a swift movent, I parried the attack, the black sword eting the monsters’s claws with a clang that resonated through the battlefield.
As the second attacker closed in, I knew I needed a more decisive strike.
With a concentrated thought, I activated the “Lightning Wheel” technique.
Instantly, a swirling vortex of purple lightning materialized around , a protective barrier imbued with destructive power.
The oncoming monster collided with the electric barrier, triggering a cataclysmic explosion.
Lightning bolts rained down upon the entire group, their bodies convulsing under the intense assault.
The two monsters at the forefront bore the brunt of the attack, their howls of pain a stark contrast to the silent efficiency of my lightning magic.
The first two monsters were writhing in agony, their bodies convulsing under the relentless assault of lightning.
Seizing the opportunity, I shifted my grip, transferring the black sword to my right hand.
With a powerful leap, I closed the distance between myself and the injured monster.
My body tensed as I channeled the Blood Fist technique.
A crimson energy, thick and pulsating, began to course through my veins, gathering in my left fist like a molten core.
As the energy reached its peak, my fist beca a crimson blur, a weapon of pure, unbridled force.
With a thunderous impact, my blood-infused fist connected with the monster’s skull.
The monster let out a deafening roar, its head snapping back from the force of the blow.
Blood gushed from the gaping wound, staining the monster’s face.
A few more strikes like this, and I could shatter its skull like an eggshell.
But the battle was far from over.
Another of the red-nosed monsters launched itself at , its claws extended in a deadly arc.
I t the attack with a swift and precise swing of my black sword, the tal ringing out as it deflected the monster’s assault.
Realizing the growing threat, I once more activated the “Lightning Wheel” technique.
A crackling, purple vortex of energy erupted around , forming a formidable shield of lightning.
As the enraged monsters lunged, they collided with the electric barrier, triggering another explosive discharge.
The impact sent shockwaves through the undergrowth as bolts of lightning arced out in every direction.
Three of the monsters were visibly injured, their bodies scorched and trembling.
Capitalizing on their weakened state, I maintained the Lightning Wheel, using it as a constant source of damage and disruption.
The electric barrier humd with energy, a deadly cage that trapped the monsters in a whirlwind of pain.
However, I knew that prolonged exposure to lightning might not be enough to finish them off.
To expedite matters, I began to weave the Blood Fist technique into the chaos.
Between the intervals of the Lightning Wheel, I would find an opening to unleash a devastating blow to a monster’s skull.
The crimson energy crackled and surged through my arm, each strike a testant to the raw power I was capable of.
Twenty grueling minutes passed, a blur of lightning, blood, and fury.
Finally, with a sickening crunch, my Blood Fist shattered the skull of the first monster.
Its lifeless body slumped to the ground, its vitality extinguished.
Four opponents remained, each bearing the scars of our brutal encounter.
One was on the brink of collapse, but the others were still dangerous.
It was clear that the Blood Fist was proving to be a more efficient and terrifying weapon in this brutal confrontation.
The pattern of Lightning Wheel and Blood Fist proved devastatingly effective.
The red-nosed monsters were no match for the relentless assault.
One by one, their bodies succumbed to the combined might of lightning and brute force.
An hour later, the battlefield was strewn with their lifeless forms.
Before I could turn my attention to the remaining survivors, they had already fled into the dense undergrowth, their courage shattered.
With a sense of grim satisfaction, I began the grim task of harvesting the monster cores.
The process was ticulous and ti-consuming, requiring precision and a steady hand.
Twenty minutes later, I had extracted the valuable cores and was ready to depart.
A growing sense of unease prompted to leave the scene of carnage undisturbed.
I had a premonition that this battle was far from over.
The leader of this pack would undoubtedly return, and I didn’t want to be caught off guard.
My intuition proved correct.
Not long after I vanished into the undergrowth, a horde of red-nosed monsters erged from the dense foliage.
At their forefront was a colossal monster, easily twice the size of its brethren.
Its red nose glowed with a sinister intensity, and its eyes burned with a primal rage.
As the monstrous horde surveyed the carnage, their howls of anger echoed through the forest.
So of the smaller monsters began to search the area, their senses straining to pick up any trace of their enemy.
The leader, however, was focused on a different scent.
It was a faint but unmistakable trace of the injured human, a lingering echo of the previous battle.
A cold fury ignited within the beast.
It had lost its underlings, and now it knew the identity of its enemy.
A vow of vengeance ford in its monstrous mind.
It would find the intruder, and when it did, the payback would be tenfold.
anwhile, I propelled myself through the darkening forest, my movents a blur of speed and lightning thanks to the “Lightning Phantom” technique.
Night had enveloped the world, casting long, eerie shadows.
I wondered if any hunting teams would still be active under the cloak of darkness.
Even if they were, I had no desire for an encounter The bitter taste of jealousy and envy, born from the actions of a rival nad Simon, still lingered.
His teammates, though seemingly reasonable, had ultimately sided with his madness.
Shaking off these distracting thoughts, I focused on the task at hand.
The rhythmic pounding of my feet against the forest floor provided a steady beat as I pushed my body to its limits.
An hour later, I erged from the dense woodland into a more open terrain.
The familiar landmarks of the outer area were visible in the fading twilight.
A few more minutes of exertion, and I would reach the protective barrier.
Soon, I stood at the edge of the barrier, a shimring, invisible wall separating the safety of the human world from the perilous wilderness.
I pulled the token from my inventory, a small, unassuming object that held the key to passage.
With a touch of the token to the barrier, I stepped through, leaving the dangers of the forest behind.
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