“Be good, Little Bai.
Big sister is going to deal with a monster at the prison entrance.
It might be dangerous, so hide well here, and I’ll come back for you later,” Firefly said softly, stroking Shiro’s hair.
Shiro nodded obediently.
“Mm-hmm!
Big sister, you have to come back quickly.”
Firefly was a bit uneasy, but she couldn’t possibly take a little girl to face a Hero Level enemy, so in the end, she could only leave Shiro in this room.
To ensure her safety, Firefly used the “Blade of SAM” to carve out a small hole for Shiro to hide in, then blocked the entrance to the room.
Only then did she take out the green cicada-like transformation device.
A cocoon of light enveloped the girl’s body, eventually transforming into a tall set of silver-white armor.
Firefly glanced at her current stats:
HP: 4800, Strength: 280, Agility: 300, Endurance: 240, Spirit: 200.
Among the four main attributes, if any single one reaches 50 points, one can be considered elite level, while the minimum standard for the Inner Guard Level is 500 points.
It could only be said that the current Sam Armor was at the “Half-step Elite High-tier Great Perfection.”
In the outside world, this kind of strength would allow one to dominate a region as a minor landlord leading hundreds of people, and even in the military, it would be enough to serve as a mid-level officer.
But in front of the enemy Firefly was about to face, it seemed a bit insufficient.
Firefly took a deep breath and paced slowly, step by step approaching the prison gates.
At the prison gates, as if sensing the impending crisis, the heavily panting Orc Hero slowly raised its head and lifted the mace in its hand.
It opened its bloody maw, framed by two huge protruding tusks, and let out a roar toward Firefly that sounded like a warning.
“Secondary Combustion!”
Firefly didn’t hesitate, immediately activating her second form.
The Molten Core domain instantly expanded, turning the area around the battlefield into scorched earth.
Beneath the visor, a glow of emerald green seemed to lock eyes with the Orc Hero’s tyrannical gaze.
Then, both launched an attack simultaneously!
…
“Heave-ho~ Heave-ho~”
Shiro struggled to climb out of the blocked room through the top of the collapsed wall.
She jumped down from the wall and landed on the ground.
Because her footing was unstable, she nearly fell, but fortunately, she caught herself against the wall in time.
“Hmph, thinking I’d just stay in that room and wait to die?
How is that possible?” she muttered to herself.
“That big-chested, brainless fool of a woman actually called me ‘Little Bai’ and dared to pat my head.
Once I regain all my power, I’ll definitely turn her into a specimen and display her properly in my collection.”
Muttering all the while, Shiro crept forward through the prison, avoiding areas where Husks or Orc Jailers might be, all the way to the prison gates.
However, as soon as she approached, she felt a wave of heat rushing toward her.
Shiro quickly hid, cautiously peeking half her head out to observe the battlefield at the prison gates.
When she saw the Orc Hero whose body was half-covered in a pitch-black curse, her eyes widened slightly, and she whispered, “Crap, crap, this Barbarian Hero actually didn’t die?
Those useless trash from the Soul Sect!
Even with the items I left behind, they couldn’t even handle this tiny Hero Level small fry.
They’re truly more of a hindrance than a help!”
Then she looked at the tall armor fighting the Barbarian Hero and wondered:
“What is that thing?
I’ve never seen it before.
Is it another otherworldly object some Ritual Mage brought from the Dream Realm?
It looks like a knight.
Tsk, this construction is interesting.
Too bad the user is so weak; such good equipment is wasted on them.”
As she spoke, Shiro couldn’t help but gloat.
“Even if that Barbarian Hero is cursed, it’s not something this small fry can handle.
Now this is going to be a good show.”
…
Name: Gluck
Race: Pure-blood Orc
Total Level: 124
Rank: Hero Level
Primary Class: Martial Artist Initiate Lv.10 — Martial Artist Apprentice Lv.10 — Junior Martial Artist Lv.10 — Intermediate Martial Artist Lv.10 — Senior Martial Artist Lv.10
Sub-classes:
Barbarian Warrior Lv.10 — Barbarian Leader Lv.10 — Barbarian Hero Lv.20
Mage Lv.10
Painter Lv.10
Guardian Lv.10
Warden Lv.4
…
“What a luxurious stat sheet…”
After clashing once with the Barbarian Hero, the Sam Armor was knocked back dozens of meters, its feet plowing two long trenches into the ground.
Looking at the combat interface before her, the class column alone made Firefly’s head spin, not to mention the skills and talents that came with those classes.
If they were all listed, it would probably take four thousand words to write them all down.
Its attributes were almost all above 4000 points, with only Strength breaking 5000, which meant it had barely touched the threshold of the Hero Level.
This was likely because this guy had taken trash classes like Painter.
Who knew why a green-skinned Orc would switch to the Painter class?
He had even leveled that class to the maximum.
However, even if this guy had taken nothing but trash classes besides the Barbarian series, Firefly would still be no match for it.
Firefly was only able to contend with it by relying entirely on the following debuffs:
[Weakness: Your HP is too low.
In this state, movement speed is reduced by 40%, and Strength and Agility attributes are reduced by 30%]
[Curse of the Pale Future: You have been cursed by the Legendary individual, ‘Pale Future’.
You have lost your future and are destined to fall here.
All attributes are reduced by 90%, Stamina is reduced by 90%, and you can only use the talents and skills of a single class.
Simultaneously, every minute, a death check will be performed on you.
If the check succeeds, the individual dies immediately; if it fails, the individual’s attributes continue to weaken, and 4% of maximum HP is deducted]
Seeing this debuff, Firefly couldn’t help but click her tongue.
This was even more ruthless than her entropy loss syndrome; it simply didn’t want the person to live.
It was hard to imagine how this guy had lasted until now.
Firefly felt that she didn’t even need to do much; once the combat state was triggered, she could just stand here and win by attrition, waiting for the opponent to die on its own.
At this moment, opposite her, the Barbarian Hero stood in place.
Under the helmet, that green Orc face showed no expression, but its two protruding tusks struggled to form a fierce look, seemingly trying to intimidate Firefly.
It didn’t attack, nor did it even move.
As if realizing the strategy of the silver-armored knight before it, it showed a faint sneer, then slowly rose, lifted its mace, and charged toward the Sam Armor with large strides.
Firefly glanced at the panel appearing on her visor:
[Activating ‘Complete Combustion’ form.
Time remaining until charge is complete: 00:09:21]
“It needs ten minutes?” She slowly pulled her feet out of the floor tiles, and a cold, mechanical male voice issued from beneath the visor:
“Then let’s give it a try!”