Chapter 420: Lancy Discovers It Was All the Great Love Poet&

would probably be spent improving his magical engineering skills. He was still free in the North Continent, and every day was fulfilling and happy.The cat boss ignored Lanchi's words, jumped down fro...Chapter 421: Lan Chi Discovered That It Was All the Great Love Poet's Fault

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The great poet stared silently at Melissa, the prison guard lying face down on the ground, and decided to say nothing more, pretending not to know anything.

Now he finally knows where the discomfort comes from.

If he's not mistaken, the warden best suited for this layer should be a low-attack, high-defense counterattack knight.

The enhanced Specter poses no threat to those with strong life and defense capabilities, as two tanks would fight for a long time without any clear victor. With the escape initiative resting in the warden's hands, overseeing this level of the prison is extremely secure.

It's completely unreasonable for the Protoss Empire to place a high-attack, low-defense glass cannon as the warden of the fifth layer. It would only result in it being instantly killed by phantoms, and it could die just by showing its face.

Firstly, let's not talk about the importance Protoss Empire places on these extremely rare seven-ranked powerhouses. The inner security of Helroom Prison is paramount and it would be impossible to place a prison warden with such poor aptitude here.

Judging from Melissa's warden's performance just now, her attack power doesn't seem to be at the level of a seventh-rank warrior. This completely confirms Lance's initial guess.

This also shows that she has a strong life force and wouldn't fall over like a flickering candle in the wind with just a little movement.

It's likely she's actually doing fine.

Every one of her falls came after the great love poet spoke.

This jailer doesn't seem to be a martial arts idiot at all, but rather a super sadist.

She not only took pleasure in the sensation of her wounds bursting open, but also treated the voice of the great poet as a delightful condiment all by herself.

The silence in the corridor lingered for what felt like an eternity, and the air around seemed to thicken with it.

"You guessed it"

Melissa turned back reluctantly, fixing her gaze on the poet with a great deal of affection.

Feeling the poet's gaze of great love, she began to tremble again, but her face remained as cold as ever.

The moment she heard the voice of this black-haired, green-eyed girl in the office, she felt an unprecedented joy, something she had never experienced in her life, as if it were going to make her dizzy.

However, she also knew that it was humiliating to be seen through at this moment.

Her upbringing and education did not permit the ugly desires in her heart.

Since you won't die, I don't have to worry anymore.

The great poet sighed and said helplessly.

Melissa, the prison warden, was taken aback.

She didn't expect the other party to laugh at her or look down on her, thinking she was a disgusting person. Instead, the other party accepted her actions with such remarkable tolerance.

That figure, as pure and radiant as an angel, yet with a voice like that of a demon, could lead her soul astray.

She looked at the great poet, her pupils trembling slightly.

A strange emotion began to surge in my heart.

At this time, it should have been gratitude to the other party or a sincere and honest attitude towards them.

But a giant stone in her heart had been pried loose, and she couldn't stop it.

At first, she thought she could control it. Now, even if she died, she wanted to experience it.

Melissa swallowed nervously, stood up, and faced the great poet.

"Where is your phantom I can take care of her for you."

Melissa, the prison warden, suggested.

"My phantom is too weak. With you around, she'd probably be hiding somewhere, fuming, but she wouldn't dare show herself."

The great poet looked around and replied.

If she's too weak and always hiding from us, we might have to search this labyrinth for a long time before we can find her and get rid of her. Phantoms have absolute knowledge of the maze's terrain and changes, making it very difficult to proactively find her.

Melissa, the prison warden, continued.

She also discovered now that ever since she had followed this black-haired, green-eyed girl, she hadn't seen her phantom at all.

I originally thought her phantom had been dealt with, but now it's clear that she is being extra cautious, fully aware of our location. She's deliberately hiding and won't engage in a battle she can't win.

So I'll just handle her myself then.

The great poet sighed.

Although having the jailer personally pave the way would be very convenient, not being able to find the phantom of the Great Poet's remains also means that the conditions for reaching the sixth floor are still unmet.

At the fifth level, an intern's job is to clean up all the phantoms.

"That's not okay. Leaving you alone in the depths of the maze, you could very well die."

Melissa the warden shook her head and then gazed back at the poet of great love,

"Boost her fighting spirit, bring her to her peak state. Only then will she have a chance of taking the field."

"That could become an eighth-order."

The great poet hesitated and said.

Although the prison warden's judgment is correct, even at level 8, the Great Love Poet's stats are still like those of a cat owner—lacking in power, magic, martial arts, and spells. They wouldn't even be able to win against a level 5 opponent head-on. However, who knows what extent the level 8 version of the Great Love Poet's talent attribute multiplier will be adjusted to

"Don't worry, I can roughly judge that your power and magic are both very low. Even if you reach the seventh or eighth rank, I doubt you would have any real ability to harm me."

Melissa's voice quickened, as if impatient.

"I'm strong! You better increase your fighting spirit, I've got this from here!"

Melissa's eyes held a glimmer of something unprecedented, urging the poet of great love forward.

Her gaze was both lost and filled with a nameless yearning. Every breath seemed heavier than before.

Just listening to the voice of the poet under the mask, she felt it was a completely different experience from before. Her brain seemed to be stimulated like never before, leaving her with endless aftertaste now.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to experience the amplified joy of a strengthened Sound Maiden.

She would gladly die if she could fight such a formidable opponent!

Continuing to stand before this black-haired, green-eyed girl, she was almost completely unable to control the desires within her.

"Your current emotional state might be a bit dangerous."

The great love poet anxiously watched Melissa, the prison warden.

He felt that the warden of level -5, Melissa, was currently mentally unstable. Even compared to Selena, the warden from the previous level, she was much worse.

"Hurry up, please, I beg you."

Melissa couldn't hear a word. Like a patient desperate for medication, her body involuntarily leaned forward, as if some unseen force within her was pulling her, a force that both terrified and compelled her.

"You really need to calm down."

The great love poet cautioned softly, ever since the entrance exam at Iker's Academy caused the examiner, Ferat, to have a stroke, he had been especially careful about how he used the great love poet's amplification of emotion effect on humans.

"Stop wasting my time! Don't make me have to get physical. I'm just doing my job cleaning things up! Just bring her out already!!"

Although Melissa was still trying to act composed and maintain her composure, it was clear she was losing her grip on reality.

(The End)

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