Chapter 137
Startled, Clayton quickly reached up to check what was clinging to his head. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a large butterfly—its body and wings jet-black, blending so perfectly with the shadows that it was nearly invisible.
While it had been attached, he’d faintly felt his soul being drained. Had he not awakened when he did, he might never have noticed the slow siphoning—at least not until it was too late and he died.
Judging by its aura, the butterfly had the strength of a low-tier one-star monster. But the mental toll it inflicted made it feel far more dangerous, rivaling mid-tier monsters of the same class.
Sensing the danger, Clayton acted immediately.
Snap!
A bullet of water shot toward the jet-black butterfly. It flitted away in panic, instantly lifting the pressure from his head. The draining sensation vanished.
That only solidified Clayton’s resolve to eliminate it.
Snap!
Snap!
Two more water bullets followed—one as a feint, the other to strike. The second hit its mark. The butterfly screeched faintly and crashed to the ground. With its soaked wings, it couldn’t take flight.
Clayton exhaled in relief. While mentally threatening, the creature’s physical strength was pitiful compared to other one-star monsters. Still, he approached with caution, ensuring it was truly incapacitated.
Snap!