2025-10-28 01:32:43Chapter 214: The Lyta Armory Ascends
Elias and Bubbles stayed perched among the canopy’s shadowed embrace, their eyes tracing every shift and murmur from the camps clustered below the tomb’s gaping mouth. The day had become a quiet theater of greed and discovery, where adventurers whispered secrets they thought were safe.Funny thing—none of them ever bothered to look up. If they did, they’d find orcs crouched like hulking gargoyles among the branches, their muscles taut under mottled skin, and shadows—alive and aware—curling around them like patient predators.“Hey,” one grizzled adventurer grunted, prodding his companion’s shoulder, “where’d you get that chestplate? Mine got wrecked after that arrow trap. Yours still looks fresh from the forge.”The man puffed up slightly, brushing invisible dust off his gleaming armor. A bold insignia—an engraved L shaped like a stylized flame—was carved into the right breastplate.“I’ll be honest,” he
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Chapter 215: The Tomb’s Final Call “Master, you should’ve seen their damn faces!” Bubbles burst out laughing, half-rolling on the armory’s floor as he recounted the chaos that unfolded earlier. His sharp grin glimmered under the forge light as molten sparks danced across the workshop walls. “The HammerStone idiots were so shocked they nearly swallowed their tongues! Tell it to Master, Narito—Sasuki, you too!” From the edge of the chamber, two towering silhouettes stepped out from the shadowed corridor, their presence rippling through the air like a low growl. The former chieftains of the Orcanine and Orcupine tribes—now refined and deadly—emerged to answer the call of Elias, their creator and leader. The mischievous Bubbles had named them himself—Narito and Sasuki—inspired by some nostalgic memory of heroes from his previous life’s anime marathons. The irony was lost on no one, but the names stuck, and surprisingly, both chieftains wore them proudly. Before their evolution, they we
Chapter 214: The Lyta Armory Ascends
Chapter 214: The Lyta Armory AscendsElias and Bubbles stayed perched among the canopy’s shadowed embrace, their eyes tracing every shift and murmur from the camps clustered below the tomb’s gaping mouth. The day had become a quiet theater of greed and discovery, where adventurers whispered secrets they thought were safe.Funny thing—none of them ever bothered to look up. If they did, they’d find orcs crouched like hulking gargoyles among the branches, their muscles taut under mottled skin, and shadows—alive and aware—curling around them like patient predators.“Hey,” one grizzled adventurer grunted, prodding his companion’s shoulder, “where’d you get that chestplate? Mine got wrecked after that arrow trap. Yours still looks fresh from the forge.”The man puffed up slightly, brushing invisible dust off his gleaming armor. A bold insignia—an engraved L shaped like a stylized flame—was carved into the right breastplate.“I’ll be honest,” he
Chapter 213: The Birth of the Lyta Armory
Chapter 213: The Birth of the Lyta ArmoryWhispers moved through the Falcon region like wildfire beneath silk—quiet, quick, and unstoppable. The discovery of the ancient tomb had slipped past the tight lips of the Order, seeping into taverns, guild halls, and every drunken rumor pit from Falconridge to Angora City.No matter how carefully the higher-ups tried to smother it, gold always had a way of speaking louder than secrecy. And adventurers—hungry, broke, desperate bastards that they were—listened better to the sound of coins than commandments. The scent of profit drew them in like blood in shark water.But the tomb itself had turned into a nightmare.More bodies had melted in its acidic corridors than anyone dared to count. Each fresh scream echoing through the jungle was a grim warning, and soon, no one wanted to be the next fool to dissolve for glory.The campaigns stalled.Adventurers fled back toward Angora City
Chapter 212: The Furnace That Sang to the Gods
Chapter 212: The Furnace That Sang to the GodsThe air in the Ashed Lands carried the heavy perfume of burnt iron and scorched sand when Elias returned to the Dwarven forge. Every clang of hammer against metal echoed like a heartbeat under the earth, a rhythm older than any kingdom that still dared to breathe.He stepped through the smog-stained archway and was immediately greeted by the familiar roar of the flames — the kind that could swallow a lesser man whole. But to the Ancient Dwarves, it was a hymn, a living god that demanded sweat and song as tribute.“Boss!” cried Thrain, his thick beard singed at the edges but his grin impossibly bright. “You’ve been gone too long! Barcus tied the knot, I actually managed a home run in that blasted game of hammer toss, and—get this—we cracked the code on the multi-elemental Mithril Artifact!”Elias raised a brow, already feeling the pulse of mana in the air react to Thrain’s words.
Chapter 211: The Acid Veins Beneath
Chapter 211: The Acid Veins BeneathThe forest air carried a heavy silence — that kind which weighed down the lungs and made every whisper feel intrusive. Elias raised a gloved hand, signaling for Bubbles to inch closer to the fallen adventurer sprawled helplessly on the damp grass.Without a sound, a sliver of darkness detached itself from his own shadow and slithered forward like a liquid serpent. Bubbles—his loyal slime companion—moved unseen, gliding beneath the crowd’s feet, unnoticed by the untrained eye. Everyone’s attention was glued to the half-dead man wheezing on the field, his breath shallow, his body trembling with whatever nightmare had clawed him out of that cursed tomb.“Damn,” someone muttered, stepping back. “What the hell happened to him?”Another snorted, half-pity and half-resentment. “Another impatient idiot bit the dust. I told them not to rush in before the Knights arrived.”“Yeah? And by the time those shiny bastards show up, they’ll have claimed every scrap o
C210 — Shadows of Adventurers in the Emerald Wilderness
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