Chapter 42: God-Tier Glitch!
Daniel blinked, looking from the serene, A-grade healer, Lia, to the boisterous, S-grade berserker Roxa Rourke.
One offered calm, strategic support; the other promised glorious, axe-swinging mayhem.
"So, you're the one who almost blew up the simulator deck, huh?" Roxa repeated, her grin wide and predatory. That, pretty boy, was one hell of a firework show."
Lia, maintained her calm composure despite Roxa's explosive entrance. Her grey eyes, however, held a flicker of calculation as she assessed the new arrival.
"A formidable offer, I'm sure," Lia said, her voice still soft as a bird's chirp. "Though perhaps a slightly different approach to alliance than mine."
Daniel rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
"Look, ladies," he began, "I appreciate the... enthusiasm. But I usually work solo. My... methods are a bit unconventional."
Understatement of the millennia, considering his talent involved absorbing souls and turning them into stat boosts and skills, like a cosmic recycling program for the deceased.
Roxa snorted. "Solo? Kid, after what I just saw, 'solo' means everyone else is just trying to get out of your blast radius.
That's not solo, that's a one-man demolition crew. And I," she patted her axe, "am very good at demolition."
Elara added, "Phase Three will likely present challenges that even overwhelming individual power might struggle against.