VRMMORPG: The Endless Evolution of a Goblin Through Countless Classes Chapter 39: Give him a slot in the guild

[Mana]: 99% → 49%

150 Strength (temporary)

132 Dexterity (temporary)

In a blink of an eye, a wild, crazy power surged through Vyral’s body, emitting a thick crimson aura within a 1-ter radius.

The quiet air grew suffocating, everyone fixed their eyes on Vyral, not even blinking. They didn’t want to miss this scene.

He was still Lv.3, but his true strength even overpowered that of Lv.4.

Vyral giggled as he slowly tightened his fingers into a fist. Then, the next mont, he left nothing but an afterimage as he stepped forward.

Jack, still stunned by Vyral’s strange power, shook his head for a mont to regain his composure, scanning around to find Vyral.

In an instant, a surge of pure agony – sothing he had never endured in his entire life – his spine and straight into his brain. His eyes rolled back as foam ford at the corners of his mouth. He collapsed while clutching his groin area tightly, curling into the fetal position, biting his upper lip to resist the pain.

He felt his balls... were already broken.

So male audience mbers in the stands even unconsciously clutched their sensitive areas when witnessing this scene.

’’W-What a monster,’’ a man said in a sour voice.

Vyral grinned.

’’Sorry. Since my height is low, I had to do it.’’

Then, Vyral shrugged.

’’But I suppose it’s not really important to you. A gay man doesn’t need them anyway.’’

...

’’FINISH HIM!’’ an audience mber roared in excitent. Following that, so of the audience also roared. Eventually, all the audience scread together. Their faces were filled with joy and amusent.

’’Yes! Finish him!’’

Finish him!

Finish him!

Finish him!

Vyral raised one of his eyebrows for a mont before shrugging again. He leisurely approached Jack.

Jack, with his still twisted and pale face, groaned on the ground.

’’D-Damn you... H-How can you do it?’’

He was the apostle of the Wind Goddess. He possessed a speed that none of the players at the sa level could match. He was Sonic Jet. If he died like this, It would be a pure disgrace that would cling to him until his last breath.

’’Fuck you!’’ Jack managed to bark.

Vyral frowned as he clamped a hand over Jack’s maw.

’’You talk too much, son of a bitch.’’

Without hesitation, he triggered [Fireball], launching it straight into Jack’s maw. The flas burned through everything inside his mouth before forcing their way down into his stomach.

Jack’s eyes rolled wildly, nearly popping out of their sockets. Soon, his body exploded into countless pieces of battered flesh.

He died.

Vyral smiled.

’’Flawless victory.’’

anwhile, in a specialized computer lab where the employees had been working diligently, an employee in an outstanding outfit stood opposite the large screen displaying the goblin finishing off the werewolf.

With his eyes tightly shut, he asked in a polite voice:

’’If I may ask, how are you feeling, Sir Ja?’’

’’He looks like you—an exception. Regardless, he’s a scavenger. We cannot leave this rough gem in other hands. He will be a big support, along with other apostles, for you to prepare for the Holy Grail event many years from now.’’

The shadowy figure lazily turned around and walked away. But when he strode toward the door. He said with a rough, yet warm voice.

’’Give him a slot in the guild.’’

He lingered for a while before continuing.

’’Don’t force him. Let him be free to choose.’’

The employee nodded politely. But he supposed that Ja’s final words were sowhat unnecessary.

’’No one is stupid enough to refuse joining the Phoenix guild.’’

***

Bam! Bam! Bam!

’’FUCK YOU! SHOW YOUR DAMN FACE!’’

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

’’I’LL KILL YOU! MOTHERFUC*KER’’

Vyral frowned in discomfort as he slowly opened his eyes after just logging out. Because he had just woken up, he was disoriented and stunned.

He shook his head several tis to regain his senses while the gaming pod shook nonstop from the force outside.

Soon, he could see an insane face, twisted in pure hatred. His eyes were bloodshot as he relentlessly punched the pod’s outer shell.

He stood on the pod with a naked body while continuously jumping up and down on it, exposing the dirty parts beneath him to Vyral.

Finally, he shattered the weak shell with his superhuman strength. He roared while pulling Vyral out of the pod. He flung Vyral onto the hard, cold floor before nonstop throwing punches at Vyral’s face.

’’DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!...’’

The blood splattered out, painting the floor in a crimson color.

Vyral lay motionless on the floor, just shaking each ti he got hit. He just lazily stared at Jack’s psychotic expression. For so reason, he found it quite amusing.

The impact sounds, which should have been flesh hitting flesh, now sounded like flesh striking tal, kept echoing nonstop through the vast room for 10 minutes. Eventually, Jack cald down after releasing his anger. Yet, as soon as his eyes t Vyral’s indifferent gaze on that bloodied face, a chill ran down his spine.

A smirk spread across Vyral’s lips, making Jack even more terrified.

The pure pain began to return to Jack after the surge of adrenaline had suppressed it the whole ti he had been enraged.

He roared in agony as his hands were completely shattered, revealing broken bones, while blood spilled onto the floor.

He realized that the blood around him had belonged to him from the very beginning, not Vyral.

Vyral rolled his eyes as he stood up. He looked down at Jack, who was completely terrified by that gaze. Jack knew that gaze – it was the kind used when looking at sothing useless. It shocked him.

Vyral had defeated him in every aspect.

’’M-monster.’’

Then, he lost consciousness.

Did he pass out from fear or from blood loss? No one bothered to care.

Vyral spat. At this point, Jack was nothing but a broken toy Vyral had already played with out of boredom.

’’So, this is your limit. You can’t do the sa with Adamantium.’’