Seeing the merchant staring at him strangely, the guide subconsciously rubbed his nose.
Why did I say what I really thought?
Suddenly, the guide's expression changed. He ducked behind the other man and whispered,
"Don't move. Those crazy women are coming out. Hide, hide."
A tide of pure white energy surged from a crystalline-core site. Amid the radiating light, a 'goddess' stepped out.
Liquid phosphorescence flowed across her skin. Faint blue veins showed beneath its pallid surface, as if what coursed through them was not blood, but molten radioactive isotopes. With every breath, her skin rose and fell like an aurora, flashing with brief glimmers of decay.
Her hair was not hair at all, but countless slender plasma tendrils, burning soundlessly in the void. They sometimes split apart and sometimes tangled together, like a miniature chain reaction that would never end. Tiny specks of light occasionally burst from their tips and drifted away like radioactive dust.
Her eyes had no pupils, only two deep, constantly collapsing dark-blue vortices, as if miniature black holes were slowly devouring the light. Anyone who stared too long would see their reflection twist and fragment inside them, ultimately turning into a wisp of dissipating radioactive mist.
"My head hurts. How are NPCs leveling faster than me these days? She's already level 90 max, and she even got another panel. How am I supposed to deal with this..."
The 'guide' muttered to himself, apparently not caring in the slightest that he was leaking secrets in front of outsiders.
After all, in this NPC's ears, everything he heard was just incomprehensible, garbled mosaic speech.
Perhaps it was only an illusion, but the newly arrived 'Radiation Goddess' glanced in their direction, her gaze sharp.
Soon, the Radiation Goddesses from the other crystalline-core sites also emerged from the energy