Villain Ch 1211. The Sea Empress Who Doesn't Take Crap From Anyone
The battlefield was littered with glowing scales, torn kelp, and the faint shimmer of loot bobbing in the water.
A chime echoed in their minds as the loot screen popped up.
[You received Mermaid's Bra 10 ea and 5,034 Coins.]
Allen blinked at the notification and then sighed. "Great. Now we've got bras."
Vivian burst out laughing, her whip coiling back around her waist like a satisfied snake. "Sexy dungeon loot, huh? What's next? Mermaid panties?"
"Please don't," Shea muttered, her wings twitching uncomfortably. "This dungeon's already weird enough."
Jane crouched by a large, cracked shell near the center of the carnage, her fingers tracing its jagged edge. "Hey, look! Another shell!" She lifted it up, the shimmering surface catching the faint glow of the kelp forest. "Bet this one's got something useful."
