Chapter 577 Bombastic Side Eyes

Chapter 577 Bombastic Side Eyes

?Villain Ch 577. Bombastic Side Eyes

Sophia's sudden appearance near Allen sent ripples through the group. Clad in a pristine white robe that marked her as a priestess, she halted beside Allen, her smile directed at Greg. "Hey, I see you have a lot of customers here," she remarked, her tone carrying a mix of casual observation and a subtle undertone of pride.

The contrast between Sophia's all-white ensemble and Allen's shadowy assassin outfit couldn't be more striking. It was as if their outfits embodied the yin and yang of their in-game personas, with Allen symbolizing the shadowy warrior fighting from the depths while Sophia emanated an ethereal light.

Sophia had recently acquired a pair of fairy wings from Greg, an accessory that didn't enhance her attributes but served a purely aesthetic purpose. Despite the challenging material requirements, she had insisted on having them. The wings, a whimsical addition to her ensemble, had become a symbol of her presence in the game, making her easily recognizable wherever she went.

Her request to Greg for the fairy wings stemmed from a deeper sentiment. It was an attempt to stand out, a visible rebellion against the shadows that lingered from the events of the previous guild event. Sophia had a bitter experience from it, and the wings were her way of asserting herself.

Allen couldn't help but release a long exhale, his internal monologue echoing with a resigned sentiment: 'Here we go again.'

The girls at his side shot Sophia a collective side-eye, their expressions ranging from skepticism to thinly veiled annoyance.

Greg, wearing a forced smile, tried to maintain an air of casualness as he greeted Sophia. "Business is good, and I just got a rich buyer here," he mentioned, his words carrying a hint of strained cheerfulness. The effort to mask his discomfort was evident, but Greg soldiered on in the face of Sophia's unexpected presence.

Sophia swiftly redirected her attention to Allen, confident that he was the alleged wealthy buyer. The hood that obscured Allen's face prevented her from discerning his expression or reaction. Sophia was well-aware that extracting visible emotions from Allen was akin to squeezing water from a stone. Yet, she couldn't resist the urge to anticipate his response, even in the face of uncertainty.

To her surprise, Sophia discovered that Allen, despite his seemingly unremarkable guild reputation, possessed significant wealth in the game. Her gaze lingered on the guild name beside Allen's character, confirming that they still shared membership in a guild that held little sway in the broader gaming community. The revelation added an unexpected layer to the interaction, challenging Sophia's assumptions about Allen's standing in their?realm.

"You know," Allen interjected, his tone a subtle mix of politeness and a hint of urgency, "I think I should go now. I still have a lot of things to buy." His words hung in the?air, a gentle attempt to extricate himself from the unfolding situation.

"I mean, you moaned like crazy when I grinded you that night," he added nonchalantly, his tone devoid of any subtlety.

Sophia's glare in response spoke volumes about her displeasure at Greg's audacious comment. "Watch your mouth!" she retorted sharply, attempting to quell the discomfort that his words had stirred.

Greg, undeterred by Sophia's rebuke, raised both hands in a placating gesture and shrugged. "Just saying," he quipped, a sly smile playing on his lips. The exchange, while laced with tension.

Sophia, her patience exhausted, shot Greg a menacing glare that could freeze even the most fearless players in theirtracks. The threat that followed was laced with a venomous promise that hung in the air like an unspoken storm.

"One wrong word, and I will share that video with your family and take it to the police," Sophia warned, her voice dripping with the cold determination of someone ready to exact revenge. Her fairy-like appearance, usually synonymous with innocence, now served as an ironic backdrop to the ominous menace she projected.

"I want to see how it destroys you and Darren," she added, the weight of her words underscoring the gravity of her threat.

Greg, feeling the weight of his own actions bearing down on him, could only snort in annoyance, casting his gaze in another direction. Regret, like a bitter aftertaste, swept over him. 'Yep, this is what I got for making a pact with the devil,' he mused internally, acknowledging the consequences of his past decisions.

Undeterred by Greg's dismissive response, Sophia turned the tables. "You better go after your prince, or he's gone too far. He is an assassin, remember?" she advised, a note of concern woven into her words.

Sophia's icy stare lingered on Greg for a moment, her anger simmering beneath the surface as he casually referenced a sensitive aspect of her past. The tense silence between them was palpable, a testament to the unresolved tensions that lay beneath the veneer of theirpersonas.

However, as quickly as the storm had gathered, Sophia pivoted, turning away from Greg and redirecting her focus in the direction Allen had gone. The determined click of herfootsteps echoed in theenvironment as she navigated through the bustling market, her white robe swaying with each step.

Sophia quickened her pace through the vibrantmarket, chasing after Allen. Luck seemed to favor Sophia as she navigated through the bustling stalls. Allen appeared to have separated from his companions, wandering alone through the market. His lone figure weaved through the colorful array ofshops, eyes scanning each stall with an intensity that hinted at a purpose known only to him.

The ambient sounds of the market, the lively chatter ofplayers, and the occasional clinking of in-game currency provided a dynamic backdrop to Sophia's pursuit. She closed thedistance between them, her gaze fixed on Allen's avatar as he moved through the eclectic marketplace.

Sophia pondered the motivations that propelled Allen forward, speculating on the nature of his quest or the specific item he sought. She knew she had to make an excuse so she could get closer to him naturally, but the question was, how?