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Alan's pupils shrank slightly.
The world around him seemed to slow.
Not the lightning—
But his perception.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The strikes intensified.
What had once been scattered bolts had now turned into a relentless storm, crashing down in overlapping patterns.
Yet—
Alan stepped forward.
Step.
A bolt fell to his left.
Step.
Another struck behind him.
His movements became sharper.
Cleaner.
More refined.
"Hah… so this is how it works," he muttered.
It wasn't just pattern recognition anymore.
It was prediction.
The faint flicker in the clouds.
The subtle shift in the air.
The minuscule delay before each strike—
Everything was being calculated.
BOOM!
Three bolts descended at once.
Front.
Left.
Right.
No space.
No escape.
For a normal player—
It would have been death.
But Alan didn't stop.
He accelerated.
"Haste."
His body blurred.
Instead of retreating—
He stepped into the danger.
A half-step forward.
A twist of his torso.
A precise shift of his footing—
And he slipped through the impossible gap.
BOOOOM!
The lightning crashed down behind him.
Not even the edge of his clothes was touched.
"…Too slow," Alan said calmly.
The deeper he went, the worse it became.
The lightning no longer gave clear openings.
It overlapped.
Stacked.
Closed every visible path.
Even the lightning rods around him were being destroyed one by one.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Good thing I didn't rely on those," he smirked.
His speed increased again.
" Quick Movement"
He dodged the continous shower of lighting easily as he moved in zig zagged fashion now even the lightining seems slow compared to him as he moved and dodged them easily.
And finally he was at the other end of the room.
[You have cleared the tenth island.]
[First Clear Achieved.]
[You have acquired 30 Challenger Points.]
[Bonus Reward Granted.]
[Condition Met: Cleared without using Lightning Rods.]
[ Additional 30 Challenger Points rewarded ]
"Good," Alan nodded as he moved to the next island.
Meanwhile, on the island, there was a man who had been watching all of Alan's movements for the past 20 seconds.
"Such physical control…" he muttered in admiration as he watched Alan move through the lightning room.
"Surely, he can help me," he mumbled excitedly as he waited for Alan to arrive.
[You have entered the 11th island.]
[A mission will be created.]
[11th Island]
Defeat the lizardwoman!
First Clear Reward: 36 Challenger Points.
[The mission will start 30 minutes from now.]
The Lizardwoman—the boss monster whom the lizardmen served—was of high value. The reason was simple: she dropped Pink Leather, a material necessary for crafting the finest leather armor.
"Another long battle, I guess," Alan mumbled as he looked around.
There were numerous lizardman huts scattered across the area, along with several open ponds.
"Hmm… lizardmen get buffed when near open water sources," he noted.
Without hesitation, he summoned Sapphire, Dainslief, Ash, and Drake.
Under the constant support of the four powerful companions, both Ash and Drake—who were once mere skeletons—had now reached level 280+, evolving into a Fallen Holy Paladin and a Dark Faith Priest.
"Okay, you guys handle this," Alan said casually.
All four of them nodded and moved forward toward the lizardmen, while Alan simply leaped onto a tall tree, sitting on a thick branch as he watched.
"It's the best place to raise their levels," he smiled faintly.
Below him—
Chaos erupted.
A guttural roar echoed across the swamp.
"KYAAAH!"
The lizardmen charged.
Dozens—
No—
Hundreds of them surged forward, their scales glistening as they moved between water and land with terrifying speed.
But—
They weren't the hunters.
They were the prey.
"Nyahaha! I'll take the most!" Sapphire's voice rang out.
The Mephis Hell Cat vanished.
No—
He blurred.
A streak of crimson and black tore through the battlefield.
Claws flashed.
Slash!
A lizardman was split in half before it could even react.
Slash! Slash!
Two more fell instantly, their bodies shredded apart.
Flames erupted from Sapphire's body as hellfire spread across the swamp, evaporating water and burning everything in its path.
"Too slow! Too weak! Nyahhhhh!" he laughed maniacally.
"ROOOOAR!!"
Dainslief stepped forward.
The Holy Imperial Lion radiated divine pressure.
Golden light burst from his body.
The very ground trembled.
A group of lizardmen tried to attack him from the water—
But the moment they got close—
They froze.
Their bodies trembled under the overwhelming holy aura.
Dainslief raised his paw.
BOOM!
A single swipe crushed dozens at once.
Light exploded outward, purifying everything it touched.
Meanwhile—
Ash moved.
Calm.
Silent.
Deadly.
His sword gleamed with both darkness and light.
A perfect fusion.
A contradiction.
Yet—
Beautiful.
A lizardman elite charged at him with a spear.
Ash stepped forward.
One slash.
Shing.
The lizardman froze.
Then—
Its body split cleanly into two.
No resistance.
No struggle.
Just absolute domination.
"His Sword mastery have become more powerful now" Alan smiled seeing this.
Behind him—
Drake raised his staff.
"Arise."
Dark mana surged.
The battlefield shifted.
The corpses of fallen lizardmen trembled—
Then stood back up.
Undead.
Controlled.
"Go," Drake said calmly.
The undead army turned on the living.
At the same time—
Light magic formed above his hand.
"Judgment."
A beam of pure light descended from the sky.
BOOOOOOM!
It obliterated a cluster of lizardmen instantly.
Then—
Darkness followed.
"Devour."
A swirling mass of shadow swallowed another group whole.
Drake controlled both extremes effortlessly.
Light and darkness.
Creation and destruction.
Life and death.
From above—
Alan watched everything.
Completely relaxed.
"They've grown a lot," he murmured.
The swamp that once seemed dangerous—
Was now nothing more than a training ground for his pets and summons.
Below—
The massacre continued.
"Now, I really want to see what new powers they'll gain when I defeat Agnus three times and steal a bit of Baal's Authority from him," Alan smiled, just thinking about the upgrades he could obtain from this quest.
After 10 hours—
"Damn, that was intense," Alan stretched as he logged out of the game.
From the 11th island to the 19th island, all of them were raid-type islands like the 11th one, where he had to amass over 1,000 lizardmen. The rest were similar—some had ogres, some had orcs, and others had different monsters.
"But it was rewarding," Alan smiled.
Now both he and his summons were all level 300+.
"The average level of players is around 250, of course… so even my summons are way better than most players," he smirked.
He poured a drink for himself and rested on the couch.