Chapter: 465

He lived for the cube. He would die for the cube. He would worship the cube. Everything was for the cube.

Of course, it was a potato-shaped lump now as it had more opportunities to absorb Jay’s ambient necrotic mana. It was more accurate to say that Viladore lived for the potato. He would die for the potato. He would worship the potato. Everything was for the potato.

Seeing some worthy enemies coming, he prepared himself.

Viladore snapped his weapon, the log, into two pieces to prepare for the higher level elementals now moving in.

– – –

*Huff huff huff*

Matheson breathed heavily as he exited the feral plains dungeon, dripping with sweat. He was on the verge of getting a heat stroke from that hot summer dungeon.

Today it was a sunny day in Losla, but it was quite cool outside being another early Spring day so it was a refreshing relief for Matheson.

*DROOOoooo!*

The war horn at the association continued to bellow out across Losla and its surrounding forests.

“Hm.” he squinted, “I better go back.” He furrowed his brows, looking up in the direction of the guild.

Putting his rapier away, he began to walk as he was still catching his breath; soon enough he began to run again.

Unfortunately for Matheson, the feral plains dungeon was located south of Losla in the forest – close to where the elemental attack was coming from.

Soon enough, Matheson came face to face with a treant hectopede; something he couldn’t even hope to kill. Not alone at least.

Before he could react it was already charging at him.

“Hmh” he exhaled in frustration, annoyed at the inconvenience.

He dashed to the side, easily dodging the hectopede and ignored it as he sprinted back along the path.

Thankfully he caught his breath, so now he could dodge and run at his normal speed – a swift sprint wherever he went.

The hectopede looked around in confusion after it slowed down from the charge – where the hell did that weird non-wood life form go? – It had the moisture that it wanted.

Matheson was sprinting away, guessing that the forest monster would have something to do with the horn that was blasting.

As he got closer to Losla, sounds of power rolled through the forest.

*CRACK!~ CRUU.. BRRRR…*

A bolt of lightning struck somewhere nearby as thunder rumbled out. Matheson couldn’t sense mana very well, but despite that, he easily felt it wash over him.

It was obviously a magical spell; the sky was clear and sunny today, not a single cloud was in the sky, so along with the feeling of powerful magic this pretty much confirmed it was magic.

As he closed in on Losla, he finally saw the sheer destruction caused by the magic lightning.