Crazy Blood Demon

When Bob was back in the tunnel, he headed towards the station. His head was spinning, his vision was blurry, and he walked as if he were drunk. This was due to the transfer of so much information into his fragile mind.

When Bob returned to the tunnel, he headed toward the station, still struggling with the aftermath of the mind-sharing. His thoughts felt disjointed, flashes of alien languages flickering in his mind like dying embers. He pressed a hand to his temple, hoping the dizziness would pass.

[45 watchers are asking if these are side effects of using your new necromantic skill]

Bob ignored the message, but a flicker of irritation crossed his face. The constant scrutiny of the watchers was starting to wear on him, their commentary a reminder of just how little privacy he truly had.

When he arrived at the station, many people greeted him with applause. Upon seeing him, Condor immediately approached a medical mage, but Bob assured them he had already regenerated, which the mage confirmed.

Bob explained his current state by claiming the Boss had poisoned him with a venom that had yet to wear off.

[50 watchers note that you are lying]

They then moved to the seats. Condor sat on a throne, flanked by Bob and Rod, who had slightly smaller thrones. The commanders sat on luxurious chairs, while regular members had ordinary seats. Those under level 5 were employed as servants by Condor to bring food and drinks. These servants weren't thrilled about being excluded from the celebration and relegated to serving, but nothing could be done—they were 70 in number.

After the last raid, Night Sun suffered the loss of 50 lives. However, this didn't dampen spirits, as everyone's focus was on the fact that the final raid had been conquered, the Boss was dead, and a grand celebration was underway.

Condor stood up, raised a glass of wine into the air, and began his speech:

"Together, we have defeated every monster that dared to threaten our faction and our precious lives. I want to thank Elite Bob for being the primary blade of our faction, tirelessly slaying monsters and ultimately killing the Boss who dared to challenge us."

"I also want to thank General Rod for his relentless battle planning, leadership of our forces, and prevention of chaos. Lastly, I want to thank the commanders for the order they brought here, for their tireless leadership, and for saving countless lives. Let the celebration begin."

He raised his glass even higher, and the room erupted in applause.

The celebration commenced. People began eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

[43 watchers are enjoying the celebration]

[12 watchers are uninterested in the celebration]

Bob didn't care for the celebration. He would have preferred to train or sleep. While his body was strong, it still required minimal rest. Bob acknowledged that he had defeated the Boss, but in his opinion, it wasn't worthy of such a grand celebration. He believed that even without the Shadow Cloak, he could have defeated the Boss, so it wasn't anything extraordinary.

However, Bob didn't want to ruin his relationship with Condor or the Night Sun faction. He figured the rewards, like the OP coins, were worth the effort. If his relationship with Condor soured, there was a chance Condor might withhold such rewards. So Bob decided to participate, believing it was worth sacrificing a few hours.

As the celebration continued, Condor ate and chatted with Bob and the others. Bob didn't eat, as he did not need to.

As the celebration continued, Bob's attention wandered. His eyes landed on the servants weaving through the crowd. One caught his eye—a young girl, no older than 19, who stumbled under the weight of a tray laden with drinks. A nearby commander sneered, barking at her to be more careful. Before she could recover, he reached out, gripping her arm and pulling her close.

"You'd better watch your step," the commander growled, his voice laced with menace.

The girl muttered an apology, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She tried to pull away, but the commander's grip tightened as he leaned closer, then he started to grabing her boobs and ass.

Then the commander sat her on his lap and whispered in her ear, "You're going to have a wild time tonight." Bob heard that and turned around, knowing what was coming next.

Bob didn't care about such actions; hero aside, he didn't care what happened to the girl; let it continue; she's just an insignificant human.

The celebration lasted about four hours, during which most people drank themselves unconscious, bringing the event to an end.

Finally, Bob could head to his green zone. Once there, he laughed, lay down, and fell asleep. Lately, far too many strange things have happened.

After three hours, Bob woke up and calculated that Addak had mentioned the next scenario would begin in three days—72 hours in total. Since 17 hours had already passed, he had 55 hours left for training and preparation.

Bob was still disoriented, but it wasn't as bad as before he slept.

He began contemplating where to allocate the 9 bonus points he had earned from defeating Tunny. One option was to invest in mana, raising it to 29, leaving just one more bonus point needed to use Echo Blade.

The issue was that while Echo Blade was a good skill, it wasn't particularly practical for Bob. His attacks already dealt twice as much damage. Moreover, Echo Blade could only be used once per fight because it would drain all his mana. On top of that, using it would leave him unable to use Charge, which costs 10 mana. Needless to say, Charge was insanely op, and Bob wasn't about to give it up.

After weighing his options, Bob opened his stats and upgraded the following attributes:

[Strength increased by 4 Agility increased by 2 Vitality increased by 3]

Bob ultimately decided not to allocate a single bonus point to intelligence. With that decision made, he began his training.

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Night Sun officially had 520 members, of which only 70 were below level 5—an impressive statistic.

After the celebration, most mages suffered from hangovers, whereas warriors experienced only mild aftereffects thanks to their strong bodies.

The majority of members above level 5 went straight to training, while those below level 5 either wandered around the station or ventured into the Danger Zone. Weak monsters had started appearing there after the raids. If Bob had known about this, he would have immediately gone to hunt them, as killing monsters was far more effective for earning XP than training.

The reason why those above level 5 weren't hunting monsters was Bob himself. Since Bob was training instead of hunting, they assumed training was the superior option and followed his lead.