Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 331 - 208: Socks Girl (5)

Chapter 331: Chapter 208: Socks Girl (5)

Socks Girl...

Ah no, Daughter of Death!

Qin Chu’s pupils suddenly dilated for an instant.

He had heard this name more than once from Shaye.

The existing Thirteen Witches.

Socks... pah, Daughter of Death is the most mysterious among them.

It must be said, this name always makes Qin Chu accidentally misspeak.

Shaye is known as the strongest Dark Witch, but according to Shaye, the mysterious Daughter of Death may not necessarily be less powerful than her, and she is the only one Shaye doesn’t have the confidence to defeat.

Because the Daughter of Death is really too enigmatic, she almost never appears before any living beings, whether demons or humans.

But why has this mysterious and powerful witch suddenly appeared here?

Qin Chu’s slight bewilderment was quickly answered by the bloodshed and dismembered corpses all around, with the blazing flames sufficient to answer that question, for the air was filled with the scent of death.

It looked as if the Daughter of Death was absorbing the souls of the deceased soldiers?

But it didn’t take long for Qin Chu to realize that wasn’t the case, those souls entered the embrace of the Daughter of Death, but she did not devour them.

The souls were like passing through a filter, all impurities were cleansed, turning into the purest, firefly-like points of light.

In an instant, the sky above was filled with dense lights, illuminating the earth.

They hovered mid-air, seemingly bidding farewell to their former comrades.

They offered their final blessings and then dissipated into the night sky like the glow of fireflies.

The fleeting beauty was like the blooming of a night-blooming cereus, and just as quick to fade away.

The vast shadow also disappeared at this moment, as if it had never existed.

The Daughter of Death had already left, without any contact with Qin Chu, nor any interaction with the fellow witches Shaye or Violet, or even Gaia.

As the rumors about the Daughter of Death suggested, she came without a shadow and left without a trace, shrouded in mystery.

Qin Chu had been worried that he might have to confront the Daughter of Death.

It seemed she possessed the power to control souls, but not to absorb them as energy or devour them.

It appeared she held some authority over souls and death, even acting in the duty of enforcement, and unlike Violet, did not go mad under the erosion of authority.

By the time Qin Chu came to his senses, everything was as usual, the surrounding warriors were still looking at him with respect, and Onions still brimmed with jealousy and hatred towards him.

Carol was still silent, cheeks pensive, as if contemplating something.

It was as if aside from him, Violet, and Shaye, no one had noticed the terrifying Daughter of Death appear and then leave.

People cannot be immersed in sorrow forever.

After paying tribute to their former comrades, people began to relax gradually, seemingly realizing Mr. Brave wasn’t so unapproachable, so many soldiers gathered around Qin Chu.

Men gathered together will inevitably talk about women.

Naturally, the topic turned to Qin Chu and Angelica, as well as the two beauties Antasia.

"A hero and a beauty, a match made in heaven." Banar’s face was red and black, and his body exuded a strong smell of alcohol: "With these two beauties by your side, Mr. Brave’s life must be very comfortable, tsk, really envious."

"Boss, don’t forget about Miss Norma, compared to the other ladies I think Miss Norma’s personality is more gentle, but Miss Norma’s so strong, she took down several Giant Trolls with a single punch, plus a large swath of demons."

"But I feel that conquering Miss Violet really shows off Mr. Brave’s bravery, after all... so tall, not every man can handle that, Mr. Brave is really awesome, respect, respect..."

"No no no, Mr. Brave’s ability to tame the Crimson Valkyrie is really impressive. Though Miss Violet is tall, she has a gentle personality, the Crimson Valkyrie is truly a wild cat..."

"I think it’s most proud to pacify the proud Elf... after all, she’s an Elf."

Some slightly bawdy talk elicited a round of hearty laughter.

The names of girls closely associated with Qin Chu came up amongst these soldiers.

Angelica, Antasia, Norma, Violet... even Catherine and Silf, Asina’s names had appeared, but only Rose Vesper’s name was conspicuously absent.

This filled Rose Vesper’s heart with jealousy; these wretched women had stolen the glory that was rightfully hers.

Her plan to use Mr. Brave to elevate her own reputation had completely shattered, leaving Rose Vesper’s heart filled with irritation.

Rose Vesper’s head was slightly bowed, concealing the darkness in her eyes from others, but the fingertips she subconsciously clenched revealed how annoyed she was feeling... she much wished to record this foul mood.

Just as before, when those cheap women like Silf and Asina got close to Lord Jie Luo, she recorded her dark thoughts in her diary.

But now, that bastard Augustus had stolen those diaries.

After such an incident, Rose Vesper dared not keep a diary anymore. She knew she needed to find another way to release the darkness in her heart soon, or she would go mad.

The conversation on the other side continued, drifting on to the topic of time at some point.

This private question was something Qin Chu wasn’t planning to answer, but he couldn’t stand the teasing from that crowd of enthusiastic soldiers: "About an hour."

Hiss!

As the statement was made, everyone was shocked.

They exclaimed praises for Mr. Brave’s prowess.

An hour at a time, that was indeed quite exaggerated.

In fact, Qin Chu had consciously understated it, otherwise, these people might have been even more astonished.

But even so, Onions was still scared witless, with his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

An hour?

How could it be that long?

Weren’t the nuns saying that men typically last only a few dozen seconds, and one minute was already considered an excellent level? Inexplicably, he felt a pang of shame.

A group of soldiers eagerly asked for advice on how to last that long, and Onions unconsciously leaned in closer, although he was disdainful in his heart, his ears perked up, not willing to miss a single word.

"Moon Flower... I hear the effects are pretty good."

After the exchange had ended, Qin Chu returned to his tent.

But the soldiers seemed not to have had their fill of excitement—after all, Mr. Brave was so esteemed, yet so approachable, winning the soldiers’ favor and leaving them wanting more interaction.

However, when Banar arrived at the tent entrance with several bottles of fine wine, stored for many years, and a group of tipsy brothers, they were directly stopped by Violet and Miss Noma.

"Gentlemen, your enthusiasm moves Mr. Brave. However, Mr. Brave is currently resting with Angelica and Miss Antasia, so please, everyone, go back," Violet explained with a smile.

Banar and the others exchanged glances, the shock clear in each other’s eyes.

They couldn’t help but marvel at the vitality of Mr. Brave.

It made sense—after all, a duration of at least an hour, it would indeed be tough without two girls.

Naturally, Banar and the others were not so insensitive as to disturb Mr. Brave at this time, and with odd smiles on their faces, they cheerily departed.

They couldn’t sense the slight magical fluctuations within the tent because they didn’t know magic.

Even with strong prohibitions in place as a seal, the space teleportation array still emitted a strong magical fluctuation. Rose Vesper, Asina, and others all felt it, but seeing Violet and others at the door, they had to suppress their curiosity.

They knew very well that with a woman like Violet here, they couldn’t break into the tent.

But their hearts were full of doubts, wondering what exactly Mr. Brave was doing inside.

...

Elsewhere.

The dark Pipus Forest.

Night, silent and still.

Perhaps due to the intense aura emanating from Romon, all creatures, whether nightingales or insects, obediently sealed their lips, plunging the whole world into a silence as profound as the darkness itself.

Here, there were only three... oh, four people, if the puddle lying on the ground still counted as a person.

Romon, Romon’s confidant Dorgo, and Candice, the intermediary for the exchange.

As for Ronald, his entire form was strewn across the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, seemingly unconscious.

But even in his unconsciousness, Ronald seemed to be tormented by nightmares.

He appeared to dream of some terrible, agonizing vision, his buttocks sporadically twitching.

His mouth could no longer open, and drool continuously dripped from his lips.

He had been tortured to a point of unrecognizability. His skin, once finer than a maiden’s, was now rough and pale, with trace wounds from demon claws all over his body.

Even though his body had been washed clean, he still emitted a nauseating stench.

Seventh Prince, Romon, and the Demon Wolf Dao Ge’er were clearly becoming impatient.

They had been here since dusk, but the mysterious trader had yet to appear.

"Candice, will he really come?" Romon asked in a low voice, furrowing his brow.

But his body was so massive that even his subdued voice boomed like distant thunder.

"Seventh Prince, rest assured, he will come," Candice replied with confidence.

Romon felt somewhat relieved.

He turned to look at the gift he had prepared for the trader and was very satisfied with Ronald’s current state. After all, for the past several days, thousands of demons had been tending to him non-stop, twenty-four hours a day.

Ronald’s days must have been quite cozy.

Could this be said to be a merit of the Hero Team members?

Their physical resilience was truly extraordinary. Even under the affection of so many demons, he still hadn’t died, whereas any ordinary human would have long since perished.

Just then, Dorgo’s nose suddenly twitched, and his eyes shone with a caustic light.

His gaze became savage, his body subconsciously bent, and his eyes were fixated on the distance. His keen nose detected the scent of a human approaching.

However, neither Romon, Dorgo, nor Candice noticed that on a tree branch not far behind them sat a slender girl...

Her long black hair fluttered in the night sky.

She was clad in a black lace dress that hugged her shapely figure.

Her legs and Jade feet, which should have been as white as porcelain, were concealed by black stockings. The roundness of her legs was accentuated by the stockings, making her leg curves even more graceful.

She wore no shoes, the contours of her dainty, rounded toes visible beneath the stockings, with a gentle arch in her feet. Under the bright moonlight, the black stockings seemed to shimmer with a hazy luster.

It was as if she was born for stockings—she was truly the Socks Girl!

Even her hands were covered with black lace gloves.

Her whole being had merged completely with the night.

She waited quietly for death to come, ready to harvest a powerful and filthy soul!

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