Chapter 138 Futility of Struggling

Chapter 140 Roan's Way

“I’ll support you,” Emilio said, focusing up. Roan nodded, “‘Preciate it!” Though it hardly seemed necessary to lend his aid as with swiftness like a bolt of lightning, the red-haired adventurer left the bounds of the carriage and broke the distance between himself and the hog-beasts. Though it wasn’t that Roan simply moved like lightning; the man swung his magically-manifested claymore towards one of the tall beasts, cleaving through it with sharpened flames before flicking his fingers towards the other, expelling a bolt of crimson lightning that blew its torso apart. ... ---------------------------------------- Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy [https://acast.com/privacy] for more information.

Chapter 139 The Red-Haired Adventurer

“…I can’t die…not yet…” He mumbled weakly. It all felt futile; the shreels of arachnids echoed throughout the forest-like park, following behind him as he felt his body hardly responding to his commands anymore. “–Is that so? Then stay down for a moment, wouldja?” The voice that spoke out to him was vaguely familiar; a masculine voice that was oddly optimistic for the situation. As he looked up, his blurry vision could only make out the silhouette of the man standing over him, who had a flowing, black cape on his back and an arm that was gathering crimson flames. Vandread…? No…who are…? He questioned. .... ---------------------------------------- Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy [https://acast.com/privacy] for more information.

Chapter 138 Futility of Struggling

“No, no, no…!” He frantically swatted his arm in a panic, backing away and picking himself up before slipping right into a curtain of webs. “Gah…!” It certainly wasn’t there before; the net of webs that entangled him as he thrashed his limbs about. The cobweb was made out of scarily powerful threads; they were adhesive, sticking to his clothes and skin as his physical strength alone wasn’t enough. In fact, it seemed the more he tussled, the more he was caught in the webs. ... ---------------------------------------- Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy [https://acast.com/privacy] for more information.

Chapter 137 Arachnid Anarchy

“…This is what it means to be an adventurer, right…?” He questioned to himself in a whisper. Just then, the silver-haired beasts made their move; shuffling through the treeline with unarthodox, zig-zag movements, they closed in on his position with swiftness. There wasn’t a single droplet of fear that entered his bloodstream as he stood his ground, standing still as he waited for the beasts to come. They moved carefully, but with speed that made them blurs–to normal eyes, that is. As one leapt towards him with its chest-mouth clamping down, he lifted a single hand in response. ... ---------------------------------------- Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy [https://acast.com/privacy] for more information.

Chapter 136 The Meaning of Strength

The rumbling was now greater than ever; what was once coming from deep below the sand as if coming from the trenches of an ocean, the vibrating approached quickly. As he rose to his feet, a look of relief washed over Joel’s face as he closed his eyes, laying against the blue sand and relinquishing himself to whatever was coming. …Melisande, I’ll be joining you soon…Joel thought. Just as the azure grains of sand hummed with a frequency that tickled the back of the adventurer’s neck, he was suddenly lifted. “Huh…? What is…?” Joel said weakly. ... ---------------------------------------- Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy [https://acast.com/privacy] for more information.