Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 776

Chapter 776: The Price of Being Too Passive
After laughing for a good while, Shye stood up.

This was a victory for him.

He doubted that even Dweezel would be able to prepare something of such a scale for a second time, especially since he used more than six soul-enhanced jamming devices.

‘The old bastard’s next move should be to expose me…’ He pondered.

It was pretty obvious; after all, it was the only way Dweezel could openly go after him.

‘I have to return quickly and get everyone out of Valenzia City.’

The moment came a bit sooner than he expected. However, he and his personal unit could only adapt.

The next moment, Shye exited the small cave he was hiding in, summoning Zeth to quickly return to Valenzia City.

Unbeknownst to him, right at this moment, someone else was being ambushed.

But unfortunately, they didn’t have any inkling and were thus caught unprepared.

In the middle of a remote clearing inside a vast Death Zone, two young ladies panted in exhaustion, surrounded by a hundred men, all of which were scout-class combatants.

“Wendy! Stay behind me! I’ll protect you…” Elysia exclaimed, gritting her teeth in utter fury at the terrorists who came out of nowhere and ambushed them.

She was a smart woman, and she knew that the WAA missions assigned to heroes were top-secret information.

There was a damned mole in the organization.

Judging from how the bastard had access to their mission’s information, the rat was a pretty high-ranked individual.

Elysia was naturally perplexed.

Here she was, doing her best to rid her region of dangers.

Yet, somehow, some bastard was colluding with damned terrorists to take her out back at the headquarters.

The ungrateful wretches!

As for their motivation, she could only guess that it was either jealousy or greed.

She was correct.

It was indeed greed—greed to capture the perfect vessel for Dweezel’s most beloved Aeryth Whitemane.

“What’s taking you guys so long?! Quick, finish off these damned mages!” the leader of the operation, a red-haired masked man with hawkish eyes, exclaimed with impatience.

He was Second Hawkling.

It was his chance to possibly surpass Primo in their Lord Father’s eyes.

If he could smoothly capture Wendy Primrose of the Immortal Radiance, his chances of inheriting his Lord Father’s position would increase.

‘If only that damned Primo would f*ck up…’ Second Hawkling thought inwardly as he watched his men resume their attacks.

Against spellcasters, it was a given that a mana-jamming device would be used in assassinations.

Fortunately for Wendy and Elysia, the ever-reliable Manasoft Corporation recently managed to develop a device that would give them a fighting chance despite being caught in a mana-jamming field.

Surrounding the two young heroines was a blue dome.

It gave them a safe space where they could ensure their abilities to cast spells wouldn’t be taken away from them.

However, it had a slight drawback: they could only use their own mana, and their natural mana regeneration wouldn’t work inside the blue dome.

Moreover, the effectiveness of mana potions was reduced by forty percent inside the small blue dome.

Nonetheless, it was still better than having no chance to protect themselves.

Elysia, recognized as the fourth of only five mages in history born with the [Chantless Casting] talent (with Shye believed to be the fifth), possessed the rare ability to cast spells instantly—a gift that significantly neutralized the advantages scouts typically held against her.

Without her, Wendy would have been captured long ago.

Though powerful, the priestess was ultimately a support-type class, making it nearly impossible for Wendy to fend off the relentless and swift attacks of a hundred adamantite-level scouts on her own.

Firing a sphere of black lightning from her elemental staff, Elysia took the lives of two more assassins, ramping up her kill count to eighteen elites.

This made Second Hawkling grit his teeth in frustration.

He expected things to be so easy, so why was it so hard?

‘This damned mage heroine…’ he cursed inwardly, vanishing and fading into transparency the next moment.

His Lord Father would only be displeased if he lost more men than he should’ve.

Hence, Second Hawkling decided to make a move himself in hopes of taking out the problematic mage heroine.

With the Hawkins bloodline flowing in his bloodstream, the red-haired hawkling inherited his father’s cautious nature, not daring to underestimate Elysia despite her current condition and situation.

He would only strike when a prime chance came waltzing his way.

For now, remain in the shadows he shall.

Only, he didn’t expect that he would learn a valuable lesson today: being overly cautious could also result in disaster.

In the next moment, Elysia’s aura flared, causing the temperature in the remote clearing to plummet as icy winds suddenly swept through the area.

Lethally sharp icicle shards then emerged from the ground beneath her, extending towards the assassins at unbelievable speeds.

Before a few of them even realized, various parts of their body were already impaled in the viciously sharp tips of the glacial shards, some even dying instantly due to their heads being ruthlessly pierced.

Around forty-five elites died in an instant.

Witnessing this, Second Hawkling felt like he was going crazy.

This group was his personal unit, trained by him personally using the resources he had painstakingly acquired through a decade of hard work for his Lord Father.

Now, more than half of them have lost their lives.

It was a massive loss not only for him but also for his father’s organization. Surely, Dweezel would not be happy about this.

However, before he could even accept the pain of losing a total of more than sixty elites, a horrifying ray of light descended from the heavens, obliterating another fifteen elites into mere particles.

Not even a trace of them was left.

This was Wendy’s [Epic]-tier trump card, [Heaven’s Judgment], but this time, she didn’t activate the subskill [Innocent], fully displaying the destructive side of the skill.

The remaining twenty-plus assassins stood at their spots, utterly shaken by the death of their comrades.

They had undergone many missions in the past under the lead of their lord, Second Hawkling, but this was the first time they suffered such disastrous losses.

‘Were they going to fail? Will they die as well?’ were the questions in their minds.