Chapter 37: Thunderclash and a Musclehead
Chapter 37: Thunderclash and a Musclehead
The moment Ethan Williams' feet touched the forest floor of deserted isle, his body relaxed instinctively, as if nature itself welcomed him.
He felt the pulse of mana thick in the air. The forest around him was alive with the sounds of battle—screams, roars, and the clash of steel. He took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and fresh air filling his lungs.
"Time to get to work," he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips.
He cracked his neck, his golden eyes scanning the jungle-like terrain of Isle island.
"Let's see what kind of monsters this island coughs up," he muttered, a half-smile tugging at his lips. Electricity danced across his fingertips. "I'm itching for a warm-up.
A rustle in the bushes to his left—Ethan turned without pause and dashed forward. A Novice (Low) rank creature, a Barkwolf, lunged out.
It had wooden fur and thorny fangs, but it didn't even have the time to growl. With a flicker of lightning and a single swing, the wolf exploded into splinters.
+10 points.
"Too easy."
He didn't slow down. A Novice (Mid) rank Vine Serpent tried to ambush him from a tree branch, its body coiled like a noose. Ethan didn't even look. His fingers snapped, and a bolt of lightning curved mid-air, frying the serpent before it could hiss.
Moments later, a Novice (Peak) rank monster—an armored Mantislord—descended from above, blades gleaming in the sunlight. This one tried harder. It unleashed a barrage of strikes.