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Chapter 437: Chapter 437 - Shared Sense Experience

Chapter 437: - Shared Sense Experience



Broken raced through the desert under the moonlit sky, riding Blaze, his skeletal horse, whose burning flames cast a fiery red glow that could be seen from miles away. He wore most of the Infernak Set, minus the pants and shoes, which had been replaced with the Invincible Paragon. In front of him sat Pawpaw, the little Felhorn kitten, not so much sitting as lazily napping.

Tonight's destination was a village not far from Slumdon. Recently, the village had faced repeated attacks from a mysterious group of players. They didn't steal anything, just caused destruction wherever they went. With their numbers reaching around a dozen, other players in the village had largely ignored the situation, as it didn't directly affect them. Unfortunately, the villagers were left to suffer the consequences.

Normally, problems like these would trigger a rescue quest for nearby players, but that only applied if the threat came from monsters or NPCs-not when it was caused by other players. The kingdom's forces would eventually arrive to deal with the issue, but that could take days.

For Broken, this was a perfect opportunity to investigate. Maybe he could stir up some fun by tracking down whoever was behind this chaos. He grinned at the thought, eager to see where the night would take him.

Blaze raced across the desert, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, the flames flickering against the cold night. Suddenly, several shadowy tendrils sprouted from Pawpaw, who still appeared to be napping. The tendrils grew larger, wrapping around Broken and then spreading over Blaze.

"What are you doing, Pawpaw?"

But before he could react further, the shadow tendrils enveloped him, forming a shadowy cloak that draped over his body, billowing behind him in the wind. The same tendrils coiled around Blaze, blending into the burning skeleton horse's fiery form.

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It became clear that Pawpaw had used his abilities to perform some kind of visual modification. Now, Broken looked even more imposing, his silhouette enhanced by the dark, ethereal cloak of shadows that waved in the wind as he sped across the desert.

Checking his system to see the new visual, Broken was taken aback. Woah! He was genuinely impressed with the results. The cloak and the swirling shadows added an eerie, stylish effect, giving him an even more menacing appearance.

Vermilion Dusk, Pawpaw's element, wasn't just for combat-it was pretty great for visual flair too.

Pawpaw had shown several times that he could manipulate Vermilion Dusk for unique effects. Like when he'd wrapped himself in the element, making his head appear comically larger, even though it was just a mass of shadow and blood energy.

The Vermilion Dusk-a blend of Blood and Shadow-was fascinating in its versatility. Though it steadily drained Mana, Pawpaw seemed unaffected by its continuous use outside of battle.

Blaze picked up speed, its fiery hooves tearing across the desert sand, the shadowy tendrils enhancing his already fearsome presence. Minutes passed, and soon, Broken spotted flickering lights in the distance-signs they were nearing the village.

This village, located to the west of Slumdon, bordered a forest that led to the mountains near the Keseon Kingdom. Though close to the border, it still lay within Dissidia Kingdom's territory. The proximity to both the forest and mountains made it vulnerable to attacks, whether from monsters or, as in this case, rogue players.

This skill is incredible, Broken thought, marveling at the experience.

Suddenly, Pawpaw stopped dead in his tracks and leapt into the trees, his head swiveling as if searching for something. Broken noticed a faint light in the distance, barely visible through

the trees.

What's that?

"Pawpaw, did you find something?" Broken whispered, curious about what had caught the kitten's attention.

Pawpaw darted through the trees, the sounds growing louder-laughter, singing, and the hum of conversation.

Soon, Pawpaw reached an open area in the forest where several tents were set up, with a fire crackling in the center. Around the flames, a group of players-about five-sat eating, joking, and singing loudly. It was a carefree scene, but Broken's curiosity heightened. Who else might be inside the tents?

Pawpaw perched on a sturdy branch, scanning the faces of the players below. Broken's breath hitched when his gaze locked onto one face in particular.

"Pawpaw, focus on the guy laughing the loudest, in the middle."

Pawpaw focused, and Broken's suspicions were confirmed. The player wore heavy armor- most likely a shielder-but it was the face that made Broken's eyes widen in recognition. That

face, the broad grin, the familiar voice booming with laughter.

Oh, really? Broken couldn't help but grin, amusement bubbling inside him.

Suddenly, a wave of excitement surged through him-a wild urge to act. It felt like the perfect opportunity to release a bit of pent-up frustration and give them a lesson they would never-

ever-forget!

His mind raced with possibilities. Just a little fun... a small reminder that crossing paths with the

wrong person can have consequences.

Because, one of them was Bob!