Villain Ch 1872. Red Riding Hood Gone Wrong
It took them five minutes.
Five.
A healer group trying to grind skeletons got gutted before their shields even loaded.
Shea's song shattered their morale, Zoe ripped the frontliners apart like wet paper, Bella's tails wove through the chaos with foxfire, and Larissa descended like a red-mouthed angel of death. Alice cackled as her broom darted through arrows, knocking archers into the dirt, while Jane whispered curses that made paladins drop to their knees vomiting blood. Vivian? Vivian didn't even bother hiding—she strutted through their panic, smiling, and every man that looked at her forgot to block until Allen himself caved their skulls in.
Allen—Azazel—never broke stride. His blade cut once, twice, ten times, and the system notifications stacked up in brutal red.
[Daily Quest Complete.]
Five minutes. A massacre.
He wiped the blood across his gauntlet, opened his inbox, and flicked his attention to the only DM that mattered.
