Chapter 305: A Series of Slaps, an Inciting Shout

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: A Series of Slaps, an Inciting Shout

Sean Chandler’s perception of the Woman with the Red Umbrella wasn’t about her race, but rather the scent of a unique Power.

In other words, Sean Chandler had caught the scent of the Divine.

This person might be one of Its Beloved, just like him.

’This is a master.’

’And very likely, a master whose actions are unpredictable.’

However, this was clearly not the time to investigate.

The acid rain, the monster tide, the battle between giant beasts in the distance... any one of them was lethal enough.

Brandon Barton lowered his voice, warning the men in the group in particular, "This woman clearly possesses an extremely powerful Spirit Charm-type Talent, and it seems to be especially effective on men. If you don’t want to become a walking corpse or wander into the acid rain on your own, keep your eyes to yourselves! Don’t look at her!"

Sean Chandler, Victor Sharp, and the others nodded grimly and deliberately looked away.

Lily Holloway and Charlotte Carter also felt a wave of discomfort.

The woman’s Charm seemed to have a minor effect on those of the same sex as well.

However, Brandon Barton’s warning was easier said than done.

Samson Sharp and Larry Olsen felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling and gnawing inside their hearts.

An irrepressible itch and curiosity constantly urged them to sneak another glance at that brilliant red figure.

It was as if the ultimate temptation in the world was hidden beneath that umbrella.

The two could only desperately restrain themselves, veins bulging on their foreheads as they visibly struggled.

But the Woman with the Red Umbrella, who was being watched by numerous gazes—some wary, some fearful, some infatuated—seemed completely oblivious. Or rather, she simply didn’t care.

She elegantly held the oil-paper umbrella that seemed to ward off all filth with one hand, while her other slender, pale hand gently twirled a lock of her hair. Her enchanting red lips pouted slightly, tinged with a lazy impatience, as she offered her assessment of the desolate wasteland:

"What a... filthy and uninteresting dungeon."

Her voice had a strange magnetism, as if it could scratch at the very tip of one’s heart.

"As far as the eye can see, there’s nothing but ugly monsters that make my eyes hurt. Even the air is filled with the Aura of decay and despair... Aren’t there any more pleasant, eye-pleasing playgrounds?"

Her complaint sounded like a noblewoman finding fault with a ball that wasn’t lavish enough.

The tone formed a bizarre and eerie contrast with the hellish scene around her.

Her words were spoken lightly, yet they made the hearts of every Player who heard them sink.

A being who regarded such a dangerous dungeon as a "playground" and clearly sought "pleasure" and "eye-pleasing" sights.

She herself was the greatest uncertainty and source of danger.

Just as all the Players were, openly or covertly, spectating the eerie Woman with the Red Umbrella and the distant battle of the giant beasts, another change occurred in the sky.

The grayish-yellow acid rain that had covered the land, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, began to rapidly contract!

The curtain of rain pulled back toward the center of the battlefield at a visible speed, its area shrinking until it stopped completely.

The outside world was once again exposed to the dim daylight, with only the residual acid in the potholes and the pungent smell in the air proving that the catastrophic downpour had just occurred.

And the source of the rain’s cessation also became clear to everyone: it was the Titan Python!

At this moment, its massive, mountain-like body had been completely pierced by countless giant branches, like a prisoner nailed to the earth!

The light in its cold, vertical pupils had dimmed, and its head hung limply. Its defeat in this earth-shattering duel was clearly sealed.

The bizarre, giant tree, which had a human-like face as if it had become a spirit, emitted a low, hoarse screech like grinding rocks, seemingly declaring its victory.

Many Players immediately realized that the largest and most dazzling radiation source on the system map completely overlapped with this terrifying giant tree!

It was one of the core targets of the world quest!

At this moment, when the situation was clear and the atmosphere was stretched to its breaking point.

From some unknown corner, a highly inflammatory shout suddenly rang out:

"Charge!! Strike while it’s weak and finish it off! Take out this old tree, and the world’s reward is ours! First come, first served!"

The voice seemed to carry a strange kind of Magic Power.

It pierced the post-rain silence and also shattered the last vestiges of hesitation and fear in many Players’ hearts.

Some Players who had been planning to wait and see, to preserve their own lives, instantly saw their eyes turn red after hearing the cry. Their breathing grew heavy, and they lost all reason, as if injected with a stimulant!

"Kill!"

"There’s a reward for killing the giant tree!"

The next second, a kaleidoscope of colorful attacks erupted from various hiding spots!

Fireballs, Wind Blades, ice cones, Energy rays, physical arrows, and even summoned skeletons and elemental creatures...

The Players showed off their various skills, swarming from all directions like sharks that had scented blood, launching a frenzied assault on the giant tree that had just finished a great battle and seemed considerably weakened!

A chaotic battle erupted in an instant!

This frenzied atmosphere spread like a plague.

Hearing the instigating shout, Samson Sharp also felt a rush of blood to his head.

An irrepressible impulse drove him, making him want to charge out with the crowd and fight for the "world’s reward" that seemed within arm’s reach!

He leaned forward, just about to take a step—

SMACK!

Another crisp, loud slap snapped him back from his frenzy!

"If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you! You idiot!" Lily Holloway’s sharp curse rang out.

The impulse in Samson Sharp’s eyes instantly vanished at her words.

When he turned around, he saw Lily Holloway furiously grabbing Larry Olsen by the collar and landing a series of slaps left and right, leaving Larry dizzy and disoriented.

Samson Sharp: "???"

’I feel like I’ve seen this before,’ he complained internally. ’Except, why is someone else doing the slapping this time?’

Larry Olsen clutched his face, yelling indignantly and angrily, "Why are you hitting me again?!"

Larry Olsen was miserable.

Brandon Barton shot Larry Olsen a cold glance.

His tone was laced with an all-knowing mockery. "Did you think that inflammatory shout was for nothing? That voice was laced with mental suggestion. It affects your judgment, amplifying greed and impulsiveness. A moment ago, your eyes were glazed over and your breathing was rapid. If Lily hadn’t reacted so quickly, you’d be out there as cannon fodder right now."

Hearing this, Samson Sharp sucked in another cold breath, his back instantly drenched in a cold sweat.

He gave a look of immense relief toward Larry Olsen, who was currently being "educated" by Lily Holloway.

’My man Larry, thank you for taking another slap to the face and indirectly saving me again!’

’The waters in this dungeon run far too deep!’

Larry Olsen: ...

However, this cannon fodder, incited to action, was taken out by the surrounding monsters before they could even get close to the giant tree.

For some reason, these ordinary monsters were also attacking the giant tree.

Just as the Players rushed toward the giant tree like moths to a flame, colliding with the mutated monsters that had also been drawn in, plunging into a chaotic melee—