Chapter 23 - This Role-Playing Game Should End
Chapter 23 - This Role-Playing Game Should End
The corrupted Litte laughed maniacally, wildly swinging her sword as she rampaged through the wolf pack.
Finally, the wolf king could no longer stand idly by. With a furious roar, it charged toward Litte.
At that moment, Orson sensed the oppressive aura emanating from the wolf king.
Tier 3!
The soldiers tasked with clearing the forest had somehow failed to eliminate this Tier 3 beast!
This was bad. Litte’s chances of survival were slim.
The wolf king charged at full speed, moving so fast it left afterimages in its wake.
In that instant, Litte muttered a quick chant, and the carpet she had carried with her flew out, lifting her into the air and causing the wolf king’s attack to miss entirely.
Orson’s eyes widened.
That was Tier 3 magic! How was Litte, who didn’t even have Tier 1 magical strength, able to cast such a spell?
Orson’s attention shifted to Litte hovering in the air.
The corrupted Litte radiated an aura of power that was clearly at Tier 3—despite her injuries, which prevented her from using her full strength. Even so, she seemed more than capable of handling the wolf king below.
As expected, the wolf king, having missed its target, appeared momentarily confused as it
She threw herself into Orson’s chest, crying her heart out.
At that moment, the rain began to fall, pattering softly around them.
Orson held Litte, feeling his trembling body in his arms. He gently patted his back.
“Alright, let’s go home.”
“Father’s waiting to hear about your success.”
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