Chapter 490: The Slums Vs Players
The Slums were quieter than usual.
That was the first sign.
Dasha’s ears twitched. The subtle sounds of life—the distant shuffling of the homeless, the wheezing coughs of the sick, the low murmurs of criminals whispering in alleyways—were suddenly gone.
It was unnatural.
His hands remained clasped behind his back as he walked beside Sun-young. His expression was unreadable, but inwardly, his mind was working at terrifying speed.
"The ground," Dasha murmured. "A monster is coming."
Sun-young didn’t react right away, but he noticed the shift in her stance. Her hands tightened, her fingers briefly flexing. She had heard the warning, and more importantly—she believed him.
His warning came true and the earth split open.
A monstrous, pale-scaled serpent burst from the ground, its maw lined with jagged fangs dripping with a venom so potent the very air around it shimmered. The beast’s body was thick with sinewy muscle, its head larger than a warhorse. Twin, dead black eyes fixed onto them with a hunger that was almost sentient.
The serpent lunged.
Sun-young leaped.