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Chapter 606: Chapter 606 - The Grim Reaper Guy



Constantine paused for a moment, carefully considering his next move. The grim reaper cosplayer standing before him had single-handedly decimated the Valantar Guilds Alliance, and it was clear he had come here suspecting Constantine's involvement in the attack on Slumdon Town.

But suspicion alone wasn't enough-there was no concrete evidence or justification for an attack. For now, the grim reaper figure remained silent, perhaps unsure of whether to act or simply watching, waiting.

Maybe he's too cautious or just too stupid to make a move, Constantine mused.

"So..." Constantine broke the silence. "Did you lend a hand to the town in driving off those attackers? It's obvious you share the same drive and devotion to helping others as I do."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He continued smoothly. "Assisting them even when their lord was absent shows true character. May I know your name? I'd like to learn more about you... something tells me we might have a lot in common."

The silence stretched awkwardly as Constantine waited for any sort of response. His patience, already on thin ice, was starting to crack.

"Did you know," Constantine went on, "I am someone closely connected to the King of Kesseon Kingdom. People there call me a hero, though I don't feel I truly deserve the title. If you join me, you'd have a special place in the kingdom. We'd feast on the finest food and engage in fascinating conversations."

He leaned in slightly. "On top of that, I am the Master of the Sword of Justice guild. Justice and truth are my guiding principles, and I have no doubt you'd feel at ease with me."

The Grim Reaper guy finally broke his silence, "I'm just a solo player who enjoys playing with death."

Constantine blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Oh, that's... so cool! I, uh, love killing too... of course, killing injustice, haha!"

The Grim Reaper guy replied, "Not really. I kill whatever I want, whenever I want. No permission needed."

"Hahaha... I'm sure you had your reasons, like wiping out those idiotic guild alliances, right?"

Even as he spoke, he sent a message to his guild chat: "Get ready. We're going to kill this guy until he's nothing but pixels."

Leaning back with a smug grin, Constantine said. "You see, I have it all. Money, power, beautiful women... both in-game and in real life. Don't you want to experience the ultimate pleasure of teaming up with someone like me?"

The Grim Reaper's reply came cold. "I take pleasure in every kill. But I doubt you'll offer me anything worthwhile when you're dead."

Constantine's grin faltered, his expression twisted into one of barely contained rage. "You think you're better than me, don't you?!"

With a single, fluid motion, Fang seemed to dissolve into the darkness, his form glowing faintly amber as he surged forward with breathtaking speed. His massive claws cut through the air, unleashing a shockwave that hurled enemies backward.

Meanwhile, Pawpaw was shrouded in thick shadows. Tendrils of darkness snaked out, ensnaring the enemies and trapping them in an unrelenting prison of shadow. With a swift, seamless leap, he lunged forward, claws extended and gleaming in the dim light.

"Activating full speed mode!" Constantine muttered under his breath. "I need to get out of here, no matter what it takes!"

But even with his efforts, the Grim Reaper's strike was merciless and unerring, cutting through him with a single, decisive blow. "No... this can't be..." he whispered.

***

News of the Valantar Guild Alliance's devastating defeat in Slumdon Town spread across the internet like a wildfire, sparking countless discussions and theories.

The following day, some members of the Vensalor Guild returned to Slumdon to assess the damage firsthand, while others stayed behind in the Capital or carried on with their own missions.

"Do you think the Vensalor Guild will retaliate against Valantar City?"

"That would be so thrilling!"

"I doubt it. Broken is no ordinary guild leader. He's a high-ranking official in the Dissidia Kingdom. An attack on Valantar would risk igniting a war between nations."

"Can you imagine if Yunatea got dragged into a full-blown war? That would be an epic event!"

"Not happening. The kingdom wouldn't stand for it. Starting a war without the royal family's approval is treason. Anyone who tries it would be punished harshly."

"Ugh, so boring," the first groaned. "I want the Vensalor Guild to strike back! Sitting around and doing nothing is such a letdown!"

Hundreds of players packed the grand hall in the capital of the Dissidia Kingdom, their voices rising in heated debate over an issue of immense importance.

At the front of the room stood TheKnight, commanding attention as he addressed the assembly.

"That night," TheKnight began, "our mission was sabotaged! A single spirit beast blocked our path and brought about our defeat!"

The room erupted into a mix of anger and bewilderment. Their carefully laid plans to disrupt the party in the capital had seemed flawless.

"We must devise a strategy to exact revenge on Broken," someone declared.

"Broken's Gamer Name turned red at the exact moment that spirit struck us down. The spirit has to belong to him!"

"But is it even possible for Broken to control a spirit with that kind of power from afar?"

"We need to reconsider where we're directing our anger," a cooler head suggested. "Should we really keep aiming it at Broken?"

"Absolutely!" someone else shouted. "Does anyone here intend to just stand by while Broken monopolizes Princess Alora's attention?"

"No way! I won't let that happen!"

"But Broken has formed a formidable team," one voice cautioned. "He's not someone we can take lightly. Even ex-members of the Ass Guild are now following him."

"We don't need a direct confrontation," another countered. "We just have to make his journey through this game as painful as possible!"

"Allies! What we need are allies who also have a grudge against Broken."

"How about we team up with the Shadow Wolves?"

"Are you serious? The Shadow Wolves want to take the throne from Princess Alora! That

makes them our enemies too," came a swift rebuttal.

The room buzzed with dissent, plans and counterplans clashing as the group struggled to settle on a course of action.

***

(Author's Note:)

Ahhh, it's so satisfying to finally unleash the name Vensalor Guild into the chaos of this story!

After so much tension and buildup, their presence feels like a mic drop moment. ☐☐

Whether it's taking down alliances, gaining enemies (by the dozen), or sparking heated debates across the player base, they're the guild to watch.