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The two players now stood face to face. While Risque's face displayed glee, Hidden's hatred was almost enough to deal physical damage. "Don't look at me that way, dear. An expression like that doesn't match your pretty little face." A yellow-light emitted from his blade, brightening the room that had been darkened by Hidden's mood alone. Charging forward, at alarming speeds he began to strike. Hidden weaved through the attacks, Risque's sword making no direct hit. While his attacks were fast, her speed was equal to that of his. "You can't dodge forever, soon I'll get lucky!" he said with

Stepping through the Stone Gate and wooden doors, she would find herself in an odd shop. While she had abandoned her crafting profession, merchants were definitely useful in some cases. She had been carrying a Demonic Item around for sometime and had needed to get it appraised. The white-haired woman, adorned in black, stepped forward, noting the two Yellow-cursored people who were attending to the door. 'NPCs? Interesting choice.' The scenery of the shop made her question if she was instead in a Tailor's shop instead of a merchants. "Umm... hello. I was wondering if you could appr

Risque was somewhat pleased with the child as she reacted with anger instead of fear. Perhaps Hidden had rubbed off on her a bit. A smile came to his face. Perhaps after Hidden had expired her use, this little girl would rise to take revenge on him. The child's snarl would surprise him, especially when it was met with saliva that sprayed his face. He sighed, an annoyed feeling sweeping over him. "I suppose I earned that." He stepped away, wiping the spit from his face. Turning his attention to those he hired to capture the girl, he would open his inventory and send them a hefty sum of mo

Their mission had turned out to be rather fruitful. While the two knew not where their comrades had ended up, they successfully managed to acquire the as requested by their client. It wasn't their business as to why their client wanted them to capture a small child, as long as the child bore them profit in the end. Upon reaching their destination, they tossed the child onto the ground at the feet of their client. The location to this drop-off remained a bit strange as well, an out of the way rundown building on the thirteenth floor. The settlement was at least a good ten-minute run away.

As her paralysis expired, the white-haired woman stood from her downed position. Ignoring her sopping wet clothes, she directed her focus to her friends list. Violently scrolling through the three people listed, she selected Ayame's username. The girl's location was displayed, quickly tearing through the twenty-second floor until it vanished at the teleport gate. It would then reappear at the thirteenth floor. She closed the menu, her fists clenching. She stood there for a moment, her heavy breathing becoming faster and faster. Until she let her emotions out all at once. A bloodcurdling

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On the next stop towards her gathering of buff related items, she stepped up to the mansion that happened to be owned by one of the people closest her. Yuki's house was nothing but impressive, several times larger than her own. Cooks offered an assortment of enhancements, but the only one she was interested in was one that would boost her damage even farther. In most cases, she didn't take damage. In fact, if she could dodge opponents, she didn't need to worry about the level of her mitigation. Entering the shop, she would give a subtle wave. "H-hey Yuki." she would say in a friendly manner. S

Hidden stepped into the shop, the snow-haired girl dressed in her typical black combat gear. However, the black hood remained off her head, making her features easily visible to the person. She decided that being on the frontline floors, she should probably carry updated consumables and have buffs at the ready. She quietly stepped forward to the person running the store and said, "I'd like to buy a few of your items." in the politest manner that she could. Things like these proved difficult for her. She had been used to demanding things, but she couldn't do that anymore. She took a look at the