Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 600

Chapter 600: Evolution
Upon return later that afternoon, Shye quickly returned to his office, grimacing after seeing papers piled as high as the eastern mountains.

These were all the pending paperwork awaiting his approval and confirmation signatures, mostly budget approvals and confirmation of redeemed rewards, gathering dust in his desk for almost two months now

‘Sigh…here we go again…’ He sighed as he sat down.

For a minimum of seven hours daily, Shye pushed himself to tackle the overwhelming workload, signing document after document.

He would stand and stretch between hours before diving back in.

Then, as night fell, he would gather the guild members in the division lounge’s lobby for an assembly, reviewing their progress in both career and attributes.

Those who showed significant improvement were rewarded with small, unexpected gifts, which further deepened their loyalty to him.

He maintained this routine for about five days.

Once the mountain of paperwork was finally completed, he summoned Zeth and rode her muscular, shapely back toward the adventurer zone where Nookie was training and expanding his army of corpses.

‘Sigh…I can finally gallop freely once more…’ The gorgeous black mare said as her hooves thundered across the peaceful plains.

Naturally, Shye felt guilty for keeping Zeth transformed into a bracelet for two months, as familiars and tamed creatures weren’t permitted inside the Horza Blaidde Mana Dungeon.

He was uncertain of the consequences of summoning her, thus not daring to do so.

‘I apologize, Zeth. I’ll make it up to you.’

‘No worries, master. I understand. As long as you let me hunt for cores and consume the corpses of the creatures I kill, I can make up for the lost time due to stagnation.’

‘I see, I’ll allow you to hunt freely, then.’

Satisfied upon hearing her master’s words, Zeth nodded and galloped a little faster, rather eager to increase her strength.

Consuming cores that could boost her combat power nearly three times faster than the consumable energies from her world, Gomparo, would be available to her only as long as her contract with her master was in effect.

As a result, she felt a sense of urgency, knowing that the so-called kings would stop at nothing to try and kill her upon her return.

She needed to grow strong enough to take more than half of them to the grave with her in their next battle, deterring any further attacks on her and her small domain.

Around an hour and a half later, Zeth and Shye arrived at Nookie’s training location, the latter’s eyes narrowing upon seeing the unexpected destruction.

Shye wasn’t worried, however, as he could still feel that Nookie’s forehead mark was active, meaning that the little necrollin was still alive.

Moreover, judging from the fresh aftermath, the battle might still be ongoing.

‘Zeth!’

‘Yes, master!’

Closing her eyes, Zeth tried to use her mana to sense the residual energies in the air, allowing her to slowly trace where the battling parties went.

A few moments later, she galloped westward.

It wasn’t long before they encountered the first grim aftermath of the battle—a warrior-class adventurer lying lifeless on his back, his eyes still filled with resentment and regret.

It didn’t stop there, as around, two more minutes later, they saw two more corpses, this time a scout and an archer.

Shye knew all too well how strong Nookie’s corpse army was.

However, from the looks of things, it seemed that the little necrollin was still being forced back, thus igniting Shye’s curiosity.

‘Appraisal!’ He thought, frowning the next moment. ‘A mithril-ranked and a low-adamantite-ranked adventurer, huh?…’

The average rank of the adventurers attacking Nookie was quite high. The little necrollin’s life was in danger.

‘Zeth, speed up! The little puppeteer might be in trouble!’

‘Yes, master.’

The Duchess of the Dusk had been holding back out of consideration for Shye. So, when she received permission to gallop faster, she was pleased.

Their current pace was merely a jog for her.

‘H-Hey! A bit slower! Go a bit slower!’

Soon after, the two finally heard the sounds of battle.

Fierce, fiery blasts erupted across the clearing like the onset of the apocalypse, reverberating through the air and leaving clouds of smoke and dust in their wake.

‘Zeth, let’s hide for now and observe.’

‘Understood, master.’

With that, the master and familiar duo concealed themselves behind thick bushes, a few dozen meters from the ongoing battle.

Moments later, the dust and smoke cleared, revealing ten adventurers—most of them wounded—and a weary little imp guarded by four towering corpses.

It seemed that the battle was nearing its conclusion as both sides were tired and weary; and despite his experience in life-and-death encounters, Shye found it hard to predict who would win.

‘Master, we can easily kill these ten weaklings. How about we lend the poor little imp a hand?’

Upon hearing Zeth’s suggestion, Shye was naturally tempted.

However, he ultimately decided against it, as it was a good opportunity for the little necrollin to gain experience.

‘No, let’s observe for a while. We gave Nookie a life-saving item, and since the imp hasn’t used it yet, it means the situation is still under control…’

‘I understand, master.’

After a few seconds of rest, the two sides resumed combat.

Nookie jumped atop its favorite Ember Wyvern, soaring to the skies shakily.

It then controlled its remaining two (S-) ranked puppets and the (S) ranked one, making them charge towards the ten adventurers.

“Everyone, execute the plan!”

Unfortunately, it faced clever humans whose intelligence and flawless teamwork were their greatest strengths.

Thus, the (S) ranked puppet—a Bloodwyrm—that was hunted and gifted to it by Zeth, fell into a trap and was immobilized momentarily

“Gardo, now!”

“Hmph! I already know what to do! I don’t need you yelling at me!”

Soon after, a muscular man, presumably Gardo, charged past the trapped Bloodwyrm and collided head-on with the charging Void Elk, using the buffs from the party’s priest and his sturdy tower shield.

To everyone’s surprise, the massive Void Elk was pushed back, its face pressed to the ground.

Then, before the man Gardo could even speak, howls and roars of various elements filled the air, producing a cacophony of chaos and destruction as ice, fire, earth, and thunder rained upon the pinned corpse, destroying it to mere bits and pieces of rotten flesh.

“No!! Bambee! My poor little Bambee!” The little necrollin cried, utterly heartbroken.

It couldn’t even count how many of its puppets were destroyed by the large purge party of twenty-five high-ranked adventurers.

Yet, despite its heartbreak, it knew that as long as it was alive, it could always begin again.

Driven by fierce determination and flames of rage burning in its small heart, it cursed to the high heavens.

“You bastards! You come storming into my lair and destroy many of my cherished puppets. None of you will survive!”

[Congratulations! Your tamed monster: Necrollin Puppeteer, has unlocked its talents and evolved into a Necrollin Master Puppeteer!]