Chapter 22 : Loot
With the last echoes of battle fading, the Wreaking Havoc elites slowly began to regain their composure, surveying the aftermath of the skirmish. But their gazes fell upon an empty space where Straight had once stood, his absence a display to his swift departure.
Brows furrowed and expressions marred with bewilderment, they exchanged puzzled glances. "Where did he go?" one of them muttered, the disbelief in his voice echoing the sentiment of the group.
"He was just here, taking down our members one by one... Did he run away?" another questioned, frustration lacing his tone.
"He couldn't have just vanished like that, right? He was no match for us, after all!" a third exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.
The area remained silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the aftermath of the battle. The Wreaking Havoc elites exchanged uncertain looks, their confidence shaken by the encounter. What had initially seemed like an opportunity to showcase their dominance had turned into a humbling experience, as they were forced to acknowledge the unexpected prowess of their mysterious adversary.
As they continued to scan their surroundings for any trace of Straight, the realization settled in—the masked spearman had slipped away as effortlessly as he had arrived.
As the Wreaking Havoc elites puzzled over the sudden disappearance of Straight, a collective gasp escaped their lips as they realized the extent of his action. Their bewildered expressions turned to dismay as they glanced around the battlefield, only to find the loot that had once belonged to their fallen comrades had vanished alongside the damn spearman.
"He took our drops too?" one of them exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face.
"It can't be... How did he manage to grab everything and disappear so quickly?" another muttered, his frustration growing.
"He was just toying with us, wasn't he?" someone else said with a mixture of frustration and begrudging feelings.
A sense of defeat gnawed at them, not just from the battle itself but also from the realization that they had been outwitted by an opponent they had initially underestimated. Straight had managed to not only hold his own against them but had seized the opportunity to capitalize on their fallen allies' drops before vanishing into who knew where he went to.
Murmurs of frustration and annoyance rippled through the group as they pondered the swift turn of events. Their initial confidence had been shaken, replaced by a grudging gnaw for the elusive player who had outsmarted them. The battle had revealed that there were players who could transcend the conventional limits of levels and equipment, relying on skill, strategy, and unexpected tactics to emerge victorious.
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Perched atop a hill overlooking the aftermath of the battle, Straight's lips curled into a satisfied grin. He watched as the members of Wreaking Havoc scrambled to salvage their dignity and loot from the battlefield, their frustration and confusion palpable even from a distance.
The wind tousled his hair as he leaned casually against the boulder behind him, relishing the thrill of his triumph. The encounter had gone pretty much as he expected. Not only had he managed to disrupt the guild war, but he had also snatched away the spoils of their conflict right from under their noses. It was a small victory, but one that brought a sense of accomplishment.
Straight's gaze was steady, his eyes tracing the movements of the Wreaking Havoc members below. He could almost hear their frustrated conversations and imagined the looks of disbelief on their faces. They had underestimated him, dismissed him as a mere opportunist looking for easy loot. And that had been their downfall.
With a chuckle, Straight pushed away from the hill and began descending, his spear staff tapping lightly against the ground with every so often. He knew that his actions wouldn't go unnoticed. The players of Wreaking Havoc would remember him, and his actions might even spark a new layer of rivalry between the guilds. But that was the point. The chaos of such conflicts was what he aimed for.
As he walked away from the hill, the distant echoes of the guild members' voices grew fainter.
"Alright, one objective is down." Yevan aka Straight muttered under his breath.
Straight's actions had been calculated, driven by a keen sense of strategy. He understood the delicate balance that existed between the two rival guilds, Valiant Wave and Wreaking Havoc.
As he observed the battle between the guild members, Straight recognized that Wreaking Havoc held an advantage over Valiant Wave. This advantage could potentially tip the scales in their favor, disrupting the equilibrium he hoped to exploit. In order to ensure a more balanced outcome—one where both guilds were forced to reckon with each other on equal terms—he decided to intervene.
As he observed the exchange of taunts and insults between the guild members, Straight recognized that Wreaking Havoc held an advantage over Valiant Wave. This advantage could potentially tip the scales in their favor, disrupting the equilibrium he hoped to exploit. In order to ensure a more balanced outcome—one where both guilds were forced to reckon with each other on equal terms—he decided to intervene.
His decision to seize the loot dropped by the fallen Wreaking Havoc members wasn't just about greed; it was about asserting his presence, showing that he could disrupt their plans and strip them of their resources. In doing so, he aimed to foster a sense of uncertainty and chaos within the guilds, ensuring that they would approach their conflict with more caution.
Because with caution, they would be more slow. And being slow, he could take advantage of his ability to teleport better.
But honestly, he knew better that the bigger reason was that he wanted some smoke and blood. He used an alternative identity so he could practically do what he wanted.
Among the spoils that Straight had acquired from the fallen members of Wreaking Havoc were an assortment of silver coins and various equipment pieces. As he inspected his newfound treasures, his analytical mind began to decipher the value of each item.
The silver coins, while not exceedingly rare, were a valuable currency in the game. They could be used to purchase items, services, and even enhance equipment. Straight understood that amassing wealth in the virtual world could provide him with an array of advantages, from acquiring rare items to securing influential allies.
Among the equipment loot, there were several stone and iron rarity items. While these might not have been the most prestigious rarities, they still held value, especially for players at Straight's level. Stone and iron rarity equipment could offer useful stat bonuses, enhancing his combat capabilities and overall effectiveness.
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Minor Potions: Bottles filled with healing or mana-restoring elixirs, these minor potions could provide a quick boost in the heat of battle. While not as potent as their higher-tier counterparts, they were still essential for extending one's survivability in combat.
Basic Enchanting Scrolls: These scrolls contained simple enchantments that could be applied to weapons or armor to grant them additional attributes or effects. While not as powerful as the enchantments found on higher-tier scrolls, they still offered a means of customization.
Light Leather Armor Pieces (Wood rarity) : Components of leather armor, these pieces were of wood-stone rarity, suitable for lower-level players. Crafters and armorers could use these materials to create protective gear for adventurers seeking to bolster their defenses.
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Those are basically the examples of the loot that he got from the Wreaking Havoc.
Straight then also turned in his kill bounties that were put forward in the system by the Valiatn Wave guild. A significant amount of silver coins was rewarded as the prize. The reward amounted to around 100 silvers, a substantial sum for a normal player of his level.
"Little by little toward a mountain of gold after all..." Straight shook his head with a little smile.
Straight's gaze shifted from the spoils of his recent triumph to the direction of the Valiant Wave members. They were engaged in their own confrontation against the remaining forces of Wreaking Havoc. Even though Straight had killed some of Wreaking Havoc members, his numbers were not shift tipping after all.
The battlefield was chaotic, with clashes of spells, weapons, and strategies creating a dynamic and fierce scene. One could easily tell that Valiant Wave now had the advantage over Wreaking Havoc.
"Alright, about time for you to get the same treatment now," Straight smirked as he disappeared from his current location.