Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 932

Chapter 932: Unexpected Ambush
Meanwhile, still inside the Hawkin Group Headquarters, Shye’s doppelganger had somehow managed to sneak in undetected and used one of his recently learned skills, [Shroud of Shadows], to remain stationary in a room deeper within the headquarters.

His mission was to unseal the Black Dragon of Destruction, and he wouldn’t leave until he successfully carried out his mission or died trying to accomplish it.

Shye was confident that no one could solve the mystery of his Ravenous Doppelganger’s [Dark Swap] skill.

So, he decided that recovering for a few minutes inside the Hawkin Group Headquarters was the most practical choice.

What he didn’t expect was for the old man to suddenly appear, kill Dweezel, and nearly get killed himself.

The old man couldn’t afford to fall, as the organization’s morale would certainly take a dive.

Pulling out the mithril-tier life staff he had obtained from a hunt inside a small labyrinth over the past few months, Shye grimaced.

‘Curses… I should’ve secured a better life staff…’

He wasn’t sure if this one would be effective enough to heal the grievously wounded old man.

Sanada’s life was slipping away fast, leaving no time for hesitation.

Shye pressed the staff against the old man’s wounds and cast:

“High Heal!”

He had just learned this spell moments ago, exchanging sixty thousand system points for it.

It did close most of the stabs and lacerations the old man suffered.

However, it was still not enough. Shye cast another spell: “Heal!”

The expression on Sanada’s face eased a bit more, but blood was still flowing from the most lethal stab wound close to the dying geezer’s heart.

‘Goddammit! Why aren’t my heals as effective?!’ Shye cursed inwardly.

With his massive mana pool and high intelligence, a single [High Heal] should have been enough to restore Sanada to full health, right?

Unfortunately, healing spells didn’t work that way—especially those that required divine blessings.

Without undergoing the formal process of entering a monastery and receiving the Goddess of Life’s blessing, all healing spells were only fifty percent as effective as they should have been.

Indeed.

One [High Heal] should have been enough.

If he had the necessary priestly blessing, that is.

Nonetheless, Shye tried his best to save the old man, purchasing various spells on the fly and focusing on first aid for the moment.

He only needed to keep Sanada alive.

A few more spells and peak-tier potions later, the bleeding stopped completely, but the old man was still unconscious.

Shye sighed in relief.

‘Damned old fart…I knew something was wrong back there…Why play the hero when you’re already this old? You should’ve left things to me!’

He could understand the old man, though, as he felt the same towards Kiin, until he obtained his most satisfying revenge.

Sanada probably wanted to kill Dweezel with his own hands for making him suffer for five whole decades.

Still, if he were being honest, the old man’s revenge couldn’t compare to his own.

The sight of that cunning, blue-haired rat twitching on the ground—convulsing as white foam spread at the corners of his mouth—cleared his heart and mind of both bloodlust and anger.

Shye chuckled, despite his rather grim circumstances.

His peace didn’t last for long, though, as he finally noticed that there was something wrong behind him.

He sensed killing intent.

Shye’s instincts had never failed him.

Without hesitation and without looking back, he grabbed the old man and dashed aside.

A split second later, three lethal golden rapier lights pierced the metallic ground where he had just stood.

‘This damned cockroach! Just die for f*ck’s sake!’ Primo couldn’t help but curse.

He was so close to accomplishing the mission assigned to him by his Lord Father!

The teleportation formation of the S/D-tracer’s core had worked as intended—so how the hell did Shye Crowley sense him?

He had made sure to suppress his killing intent and bloodlust.

Had a few traces still slipped out in the end?

Fortunately for Primo, his second brother wasn’t fazed by what had happened and swiftly followed up with his own attack.

The crafty Hathor thrust his dagger toward Sanada’s spine, instinctively sensing that his strike would be blocked if he aimed for Shye instead.

His intuition proved correct.

Shye could sense the follow-up attack coming from a mile away and was ready to defend himself.

However, he was caught slightly off guard upon realizing that Sanada—slung over his shoulder—was the true target.

Reacting instantly, Shye shifted his body, allowing Hathor’s corrosive dagger to plunge into his other shoulder instead.

He grimaced in pain.

The corrosion was agonizing, but he couldn’t afford to focus on it now.

With a violent push kick, he sent Hathor hurtling backward.

The Second Hawkling skidded back several meters before finally stabilizing his footing.

“Puhahk!”

Despite his efforts to suppress it, Hathor vomited a generous amount of blood, causing Primo and the other chosen Hawklings, including the lucky bastard, Leffen, to frown.

It was a hasty kick from Shye, one that appeared almost casual from every angle.

And yet, their second brother had taken this much damage—despite wearing the finest armor their organization had to offer.

“Haah…Haah…Primo…” Hathor sternly called out.

“Yeah…” the eldest responded, seemingly in sync with his younger brother’s thinking.

The next moment, all seven Hawklings pulled out a strange pill and swallowed it.

In a strange turn of events, however, nothing happened—until Leffen pulled out a circular device.

He activated it by infusing soul essence before tossing it to the Fifth Hawkling—their sister, who was most adept at control skills and, most importantly, survival.

Fifth Hawkling kept the circular device in a small bag on her waist before jumping behind her brothers.

Soon after, an eerie dark-purple aura began oozing from their bodies, accompanied by tendrils of sinister black smoke. A suffocating pressure crept toward Shye, inch by inch.

He had to admit—this was the first time in a long while he had ever felt truly threatened by another human—or other humans, rather.

Even Alexander Aphelion hadn’t instilled such deep unease in him.

Then again, he was certain that sneaky bastard had yet to go all out.

In any case, Shye wasn’t afraid of them—he was ready to show them the true depths of his power and what he was truly made of.

The only problem was that he had to fight for both his own life and the old man’s.

Putting Sanada down behind him, Shye pulled out both of his greatswords, gazing coldly at the unnerving and unholy Hawklings.

‘Come, then, you literal bastards…’