Chapter 506 My Fans, His Sister

Chapter 506 My Fans, His Sister

Villain Ch 506. My Fans, His Sister

Shanty remained in her spot, watching as Allen moved away, her gaze following his figure as it swiftly melded into the surroundings, almost vanishing like a whisper in the wind. His character, clad in assassin robes, appeared to blend seamlessly into the environment, creating an air of mystique and intrigue. The allure of his character's appearance, the way it seamlessly blended and seemed to dissolve into the environment, left an enigmatic impression on Shanty. This mysterious quality held a unique appeal that captivated her attention.

She observed the character's quick and almost seamless disappearance, an element of allure that appealed to her instincts. The dual dagger user class, chosen by her, was a departure from her usual gaming style as she usually leaned towards ranged playstyles. However, there was something about the agility, finesse, and enigmatic charm that the dual dagger user embodied, mirroring the mysterious allure she observed in characters like Allen's.

For Shanty, this gaming experience was a casual pastime, a way to fill her free time and immerse herself in enjoyment without any concrete objectives. She wasn't a professional or striving for greatness in the gaming world, and she didn't aim for any specific achievements or victories. Her participation in the game was more about relaxation, exploration, and simply indulging in the gaming universe without any defined aspirations.

Overwhelmed with glee, Shanty couldn't contain her excitement after the encounter and chatted with Allen in the game. It was a first for her, and the exhilaration bubbled up within her.

"He is so cool~" she muttered to herself, a silly grin painting her face as she reminisced over the conversation. Two years had elapsed since their paths had crossed during the tournament, yet her admiration for him remained steadfast. The drama that had unfolded between Allen and his former teammates had somehow deepened her interest in him. It was like a plotline in a game—captivating, intense, and full of unexpected twists—that had further piqued her curiosity about Allen.

Excited by her encounter with Allen, Shanty turned around, ready to resume her exploration of the market. As she wandered through the vibrant hubbub of the market, her enthusiasm remained palpable, manifesting in her sprightly steps. With a skip in her stride, she moved along the bustling market stalls, her demeanor mirroring that of a child eagerly venturing out to play on a bright, sunny day.

Amid the bustling ambiance, Shanty's movements exuded a sense of cheerfulness and animation. A melody of hums and whistles escaped her lips. Her feet tapped with buoyancy as she traversed the market's aisles, her eyes scanning the goods displayed in various shops. Each item she observed seemed to hold a potential for adventure, enhancing her gaming experience and infusing a renewed thrill into her quest. The lively atmosphere of the market, filled with players hustling and bustling, fueled her excitement.

Shanty's animated movements came to an abrupt halt as a familiar male voice sliced through her elated demeanor. "You are twenty years old already. Can you stop acting like a child?" The voice was dripping with annoyance, instantly causing Shanty's joyous expression to falter.

The abrupt interruption made Shanty pivot on her heels to locate the source of the reprimand. There he stood – her brother's character in the game, a formidable hunter boasting high-level equipment that exuded an aura of danger, setting him apart from the crowd. With the bold name of 'Lord*Hunter' displayed above his character, he was a distinguished member of the renowned guild, Order of Valiance.

Shanty's initial bright smile faded at the sight of her brother's character, who had a knack for effortlessly casting a shadow of authority. She didn't hold back her response. "What are you doing here, Noah? I thought you didn't want to help me," she retorted, her voice tinged with annoyance. Unreservedly calling him by his real name was a direct testament to the sibling dynamic between them, bypassing formalities and getting straight to the point.n--o/)v)-e-(l(-b.)1)(n

Noah strolled over to Shanty in a rather nonchalant manner. "Who said I would help you?" he teased, a faint smirk lingering on his face. "I told you if you want to play, then you have to work on yourself and try to make friends. I've been quite busy with meetings and everything," he explained, defending his absence in a playful yet matter-of-fact manner.

"Tch!" Shanty clicked her tongue, a hint of mock disappointment. "What a jerk!" she sneered, trying to ruffle her brother's feathers with a playful accusation, despite knowing his reasons for being occupied.

"Hey!" Noah pointed at her, an expression of displeasure evident on his digital avatar. "If you want to become a pro gamer, then, this is the first stage you have to go through," he remarked in a slightly threatening tone, his words echoing with a sense of authority.

Shanty retorted, somewhat irked, "I never said I wanted to be a pro gamer."

Noah raised an eyebrow, throwing the question back at her. "Then? Why did you suddenly decide to play this game?" His tone held a hint of genuine curiosity mixed with a teasing edge. "You even spend at least three lives just to pass the five levels of Mariyo. That's very pathetic," he said, tossing in a dismissive look for good measure.

Shanty shot back with an indignant complaint, "That game is hard, ya know!"

"Then this game is much-much harder than that. This is not for babies like you," he added with a smug and mocking tone, driving his point home.

Shanty beamed proudly, her declaration carrying an air of triumph. "But I survived. I'm level 40 now," she proclaimed, folding her arms across her chest and lifting her head with a sense of accomplishment. "And I do everything solo," she added with a hint of defiance, her confidence shining through. "I don't need your help to survive in this game!" she stated firmly, the pride in her achievements evident.

Noah scoffed in response. "Right. We'll see that later," he retorted, his tone laced with a challenging edge, hinting at a possible future test.

The tension between the siblings was palpable, their avatars seemingly locked in a stare-down, the competitive energy radiating between them.