Chapter 1195: Mirroring Pond
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Chapter 1195 Mirroring Pond
Michael stood there, his sword still raised in the aftermath of his swift and decisive victory over the huntress. The ease with which he had dispatched the creature that had killed several adventurers and seemed almost invincible caused quite a commotion among the onlookers.
"Did you see that? He just... cut it down like it was nothing!" one adventurer exclaimed in disbelief.
"Who is this guy? That was incredible!" another voice chimed in, the shock evident in their tone.
A third adventurer muttered, "I've never seen anything like that. We're lucky he's on our side."
Finally, Michael lowered his sword and casually threw his dark swords into the air. They spun gracefully before landing perfectly into the sheathes on his back, forming an 'X'. The action was both cool and efficient, further cementing his status as a formidable presence.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 10,000 Badass points]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 15,000 Badass points]
With the dark swords sheathed, Michael scanned the area for any other lurking enemies. Finding none, he ignored the shocked gazes of the onlookers and began to walk forward into the darkness.
Since Michael had killed the huntress, the adventurers and others present began to decide to follow him inwardly. It made sense, as Michael had established himself as the strongest among them. Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
Now that the creature was killed and they were following an unknown youngster, some of the group began to wonder about Jin's whereabouts.
"Where did Jin go?" one of them asked, looking around.
"That sneaky assassin slipped away when we needed him," another cursed under their breath.
"Can't blame him, really. He's rumored to be in the Assassin's Guild. Not exactly a poster boy for leadership," a third person reasoned, understanding the nature of Jin's profession and allegiance.
As Michael continued forward, his keen eyes noticed something amidst the dusty floor: a series of subtle footsteps. He recognized them instantly as Gaya's, a sign that she had passed this way.
More intriguingly, Michael observed several markings on the walls and ground. These marks were distinguished by green droplets, visible only to him. "Gaya's poison," he murmured to himself, recognizing her unique method of leaving behind a trail.
Michael understood that these marks were Gaya's way of indicating traps. With this knowledge, he navigated the corridor with ease, skillfully avoiding the tiles marked with her poison. His movements formed a seemingly erratic pattern, but each step was calculated and deliberate.
The crowd following him began to notice his peculiar way of moving. "Why is he walking like that?" one adventurer whispered to another, puzzled by Michael's seemingly random steps.
"In the pond? What does that mean?" the dwarf asked, his confusion evident.
The adventurers, intrigued by Jin's statement, began to slowly scatter across the hall, surrounding the pond while maintaining a safe distance from it. They observed the still water cautiously, each trying to decipher what Jin's cryptic clue meant and how it related to their path forward.
Michael discreetly slipped away from the crowd and joined Gaya. He leaned against the wall, engaging in a quiet conversation with her, careful not to draw the attention of the others.
"So, what did you learn?" Michael asked Gaya, his voice low.
"Seems like our friend Jin is either extremely perceptive of traps, or he knew the layout of this dungeon pretty well," Gaya replied, her observation sharp.
"When I was tailing Jin, I noticed how effortlessly he avoided the traps. It was almost as if he knew the dungeon and its traps like the back of his hand. He navigated through them with such ease that it's hard to believe he was just being cautious. It seemed more like he was familiar with them." She described her experience while following Jin.
Michael listened intently, processing Gaya's insights. Jin's behavior suggested that he might have had prior knowledge of the dungeon's layout, which raised new questions about his connections to the dungeon.
"That pond seems more dangerous than it looks," she said cautiously. "Even Jin hasn't dared to step into the water."
As they discussed, the dwarf who had spoken to Michael earlier, growing impatient with the lack of action, threw his hands up in exasperation. "I'm tired of waiting around!" he declared loudly, walking determinedly toward the pond.
He bent down at the water's edge and scooped up a handful of water and turned around to address his group.
"See, nothing is ha—" His words were cut short when, suddenly, a figure emerged from the water behind him. The water shifted and morphed, transforming into a duplicate that looked exactly like the dwarf, right down to his armor and battle axe.
The other adventurers, witnessing the bizarre occurrence, shouted warnings. "Look out!" one of them yelled.
"Behind you, you fool!" another cried.
The dwarf, hearing the commotion, turned around and saw his watery doppelgänger. His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, But before he could react further, the duplicate swung its battle axe with a swift, deadly precision, cleaving the dwarf's head in a single, brutal stroke. The real dwarf fell to the ground lifelessly as his watery duplicate stood over him, its expression an eerie mimicry of the dwarf's own.
After the brutal execution of the original dwarf, the doppelganger's figure began to change. It lost its solid form, turning back into water, and cascaded down into the pond. The water rippled momentarily before becoming still once more, as if nothing had happened.
At that exact moment, the way they had come through was suddenly sealed off. A heavy stone wall slid into place, blocking the corridor with a resounding thud. The path they had followed into the hall was now completely cut off, leaving them with no apparent way back.
An elf and his group, desperate to find an escape, lunged at the newly formed stone door. They punched and shook it, trying to force it open, but their efforts were in vain. The door remained steadfast, immovable against their attempts.
Realizing the futility of their actions, the elf turned around to face the rest of the group, his expression one of despair and resignation. "We're trapped," he announced
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Chapter 1195 Mirroring Pond
Michael stood there, his sword still raised in the aftermath of his swift and decisive victory over the huntress. The ease with which he had dispatched the creature that had killed several adventurers and seemed almost invincible caused quite a commotion among the onlookers.
"Did you see that? He just... cut it down like it was nothing!" one adventurer exclaimed in disbelief.
"Who is this guy? That was incredible!" another voice chimed in, the shock evident in their tone.
A third adventurer muttered, "I've never seen anything like that. We're lucky he's on our side."
Finally, Michael lowered his sword and casually threw his dark swords into the air. They spun gracefully before landing perfectly into the sheathes on his back, forming an 'X'. The action was both cool and efficient, further cementing his status as a formidable presence.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 10,000 Badass points]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 15,000 Badass points]
With the dark swords sheathed, Michael scanned the area for any other lurking enemies. Finding none, he ignored the shocked gazes of the onlookers and began to walk forward into the darkness.
Since Michael had killed the huntress, the adventurers and others present began to decide to follow him inwardly. It made sense, as Michael had established himself as the strongest among them. Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
Now that the creature was killed and they were following an unknown youngster, some of the group began to wonder about Jin's whereabouts.
"Where did Jin go?" one of them asked, looking around.
"That sneaky assassin slipped away when we needed him," another cursed under their breath.
"Can't blame him, really. He's rumored to be in the Assassin's Guild. Not exactly a poster boy for leadership," a third person reasoned, understanding the nature of Jin's profession and allegiance.
As Michael continued forward, his keen eyes noticed something amidst the dusty floor: a series of subtle footsteps. He recognized them instantly as Gaya's, a sign that she had passed this way.
More intriguingly, Michael observed several markings on the walls and ground. These marks were distinguished by green droplets, visible only to him. "Gaya's poison," he murmured to himself, recognizing her unique method of leaving behind a trail.
Michael understood that these marks were Gaya's way of indicating traps. With this knowledge, he navigated the corridor with ease, skillfully avoiding the tiles marked with her poison. His movements formed a seemingly erratic pattern, but each step was calculated and deliberate.
The crowd following him began to notice his peculiar way of moving. "Why is he walking like that?" one adventurer whispered to another, puzzled by Michael's seemingly random steps.
"In the pond? What does that mean?" the dwarf asked, his confusion evident.
The adventurers, intrigued by Jin's statement, began to slowly scatter across the hall, surrounding the pond while maintaining a safe distance from it. They observed the still water cautiously, each trying to decipher what Jin's cryptic clue meant and how it related to their path forward.
Michael discreetly slipped away from the crowd and joined Gaya. He leaned against the wall, engaging in a quiet conversation with her, careful not to draw the attention of the others.
"So, what did you learn?" Michael asked Gaya, his voice low.
"Seems like our friend Jin is either extremely perceptive of traps, or he knew the layout of this dungeon pretty well," Gaya replied, her observation sharp.
"When I was tailing Jin, I noticed how effortlessly he avoided the traps. It was almost as if he knew the dungeon and its traps like the back of his hand. He navigated through them with such ease that it's hard to believe he was just being cautious. It seemed more like he was familiar with them." She described her experience while following Jin.
Michael listened intently, processing Gaya's insights. Jin's behavior suggested that he might have had prior knowledge of the dungeon's layout, which raised new questions about his connections to the dungeon.
"That pond seems more dangerous than it looks," she said cautiously. "Even Jin hasn't dared to step into the water."
As they discussed, the dwarf who had spoken to Michael earlier, growing impatient with the lack of action, threw his hands up in exasperation. "I'm tired of waiting around!" he declared loudly, walking determinedly toward the pond.
He bent down at the water's edge and scooped up a handful of water and turned around to address his group.
"See, nothing is ha—" His words were cut short when, suddenly, a figure emerged from the water behind him. The water shifted and morphed, transforming into a duplicate that looked exactly like the dwarf, right down to his armor and battle axe.
The other adventurers, witnessing the bizarre occurrence, shouted warnings. "Look out!" one of them yelled.
"Behind you, you fool!" another cried.
The dwarf, hearing the commotion, turned around and saw his watery doppelgänger. His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, But before he could react further, the duplicate swung its battle axe with a swift, deadly precision, cleaving the dwarf's head in a single, brutal stroke. The real dwarf fell to the ground lifelessly as his watery duplicate stood over him, its expression an eerie mimicry of the dwarf's own.
After the brutal execution of the original dwarf, the doppelganger's figure began to change. It lost its solid form, turning back into water, and cascaded down into the pond. The water rippled momentarily before becoming still once more, as if nothing had happened.
At that exact moment, the way they had come through was suddenly sealed off. A heavy stone wall slid into place, blocking the corridor with a resounding thud. The path they had followed into the hall was now completely cut off, leaving them with no apparent way back.
An elf and his group, desperate to find an escape, lunged at the newly formed stone door. They punched and shook it, trying to force it open, but their efforts were in vain. The door remained steadfast, immovable against their attempts.
Realizing the futility of their actions, the elf turned around to face the rest of the group, his expression one of despair and resignation. "We're trapped," he announced
Chapter 1195 Mirroring Pond Michael stood there, his sword still raised in the aftermath of his swift and decisive victory over the huntress. The ease with which he had dispatched the creature that had killed several adventurers and seemed almost invincible caused quite a commotion among the onlookers. "Did you see that? He just... cut it down like it was nothing!" one adventurer exclaimed in disbelief. "Who is this guy? That was incredible!" another voice chimed in, the shock evident in their tone. A third adventurer muttered, "I've never seen anything like that. We're lucky he's on our side." Finally, Michael lowered his sword and casually threw his dark swords into the air. They spun gracefully before landing perfectly into the sheathes on his back, forming an 'X'. The action was both cool and efficient, further cementing his status as a formidable presence. Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 10,000 Badass points Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 15,000 Badass points With the dark swords sheathed, Michael scanned the area for any other lurking enemies. Finding none, he ignored the shocked gazes of the onlookers and began to walk forward into the darkness. Since Michael had killed the huntress, the adventurers and others present began to decide to follow him inwardly. It made sense, as Michael had established himself as the strongest among them. Nvl-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.Now that the creature was killed and they were following an unknown youngster, some of the group began to wonder about Jin's whereabouts. "Where did Jin go?" one of them asked, looking around. "That sneaky assassin slipped away when we needed him," another cursed under their breath. "Can't blame him, really. He's rumored to be in the Assassin's Guild. Not exactly a poster boy for leadership," a third person reasoned, understanding the nature of Jin's profession and allegiance. As Michael continued forward, his keen eyes noticed something amidst the dusty floor: a series of subtle footsteps. He recognized them instantly as Gaya's, a sign that she had passed this way. More intriguingly, Michael observed several markings on the walls and ground. These marks were distinguished by green droplets, visible only to him. "Gaya's poison," he murmured to himself, recognizing her unique method of leaving behind a trail. Michael understood that these marks were Gaya's way of indicating traps. With this knowledge, he navigated the corridor with ease, skillfully avoiding the tiles marked with her poison. His movements formed a seemingly erratic pattern, but each step was calculated and deliberate. The crowd following him began to notice his peculiar way of moving. "Why is he walking like that?" one adventurer whispered to another, puzzled by Michael's seemingly random steps. "In the pond? What does that mean?" the dwarf asked, his confusion evident. The adventurers, intrigued by Jin's statement, began to slowly scatter across the hall, surrounding the pond while maintaining a safe distance from it. They observed the still water cautiously, each trying to decipher what Jin's cryptic clue meant and how it related to their path forward. Michael discreetly slipped away from the crowd and joined Gaya. He leaned against the wall, engaging in a quiet conversation with her, careful not to draw the attention of the others. "So, what did you learn?" Michael asked Gaya, his voice low. "Seems like our friend Jin is either extremely perceptive of traps, or he knew the layout of this dungeon pretty well," Gaya replied, her observation sharp. "When I was tailing Jin, I noticed how effortlessly he avoided the traps. It was almost as if he knew the dungeon and its traps like the back of his hand. He navigated through them with such ease that it's hard to believe he was just being cautious. It seemed more like he was familiar with them." She described her experience while following Jin. Michael listened intently, processing Gaya's insights. Jin's behavior suggested that he might have had prior knowledge of the dungeon's layout, which raised new questions about his connections to the dungeon. "That pond seems more dangerous than it looks," she said cautiously. "Even Jin hasn't dared to step into the water." As they discussed, the dwarf who had spoken to Michael earlier, growing impatient with the lack of action, threw his hands up in exasperation. "I'm tired of waiting around!" he declared loudly, walking determinedly toward the pond. He bent down at the water's edge and scooped up a handful of water and turned around to address his group. "See, nothing is ha" His words were cut short when, suddenly, a figure emerged from the water behind him. The water shifted and morphed, transforming into a duplicate that looked exactly like the dwarf, right down to his armor and battle axe. The other adventurers, witnessing the bizarre occurrence, shouted warnings. "Look out!" one of them yelled. "Behind you, you fool!" another cried. The dwarf, hearing the commotion, turned around and saw his watery doppelganger. His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, But before he could react further, the duplicate swung its battle axe with a swift, deadly precision, cleaving the dwarf's head in a single, brutal stroke. The real dwarf fell to the ground lifelessly as his watery duplicate stood over him, its expression an eerie mimicry of the dwarf's own. After the brutal execution of the original dwarf, the doppelganger's figure began to change. It lost its solid form, turning back into water, and cascaded down into the pond. The water rippled momentarily before becoming still once more, as if nothing had happened. At that exact moment, the way they had come through was suddenly sealed off. A heavy stone wall slid into place, blocking the corridor with a resounding thud. The path they had followed into the hall was now completely cut off, leaving them with no apparent way back. An elf and his group, desperate to find an escape, lunged at the newly formed stone door. They punched and shook it, trying to force it open, but their efforts were in vain. The door remained steadfast, immovable against their attempts. Realizing the futility of their actions, the elf turned around to face the rest of the group, his expression one of despair and resignation. "We're trapped," he announced
