The Battle Between the Strong
A red, four-armed giant rose from the ground, its terrifying figure, nearly three stories tall, standing on the earth, its taut muscles knocking over the surrounding trees.
The earth cracked, trees felled, and a series of deep, rumbling sounds, like endless thunder, filled the air. From the sky, the scene looked like the appearance of a huge and terrifying monster from an old-fashioned tokusatsu or action movie!
Upon closer inspection, the sense of oppression only intensifies.
Twenty, his golden eyes fixed on the enormous red monster, gazed up at it with a grave expression.
Judging solely from its size and the sheer strength of its body that could easily overturn trees, this thing would be difficult for even a "Tier 3" like him to deal with.
Not to mention...
No one knows that this Rakshasa doesn't have any other abilities to assist it—it doesn't need to be particularly cunning; given its physical attributes and basic strength, any skill it uses would likely be extremely troublesome and difficult to deal with.
With already high enough stats, any mechanism added to it will be overpowered!
"I never expected this. I thought they were here to fish with explosives, but it turns out this fishpond is really murky..."
"Twenty sighed."
He looked to his side, preparing to negotiate with "Lin Yu," with whom he had already reached a temporary cooperation agreement.
But when Nian turned her head, she found that the other person's demeanor had changed quite a bit.
"Huh? I'm going to hit this thing? Really?"
The woman wearing a mask looked up at the enormous, blood-red monster, so large it resembled a detached building, then at the longsword in her hand, and uttered a profound sigh.
The longsword, compared to the Rakshasa before him, was as comical as ordering a whole grilled rib at an American-style barbecue restaurant and being given a toothpick instead of a knife and fork.
Fern doubted that even if the monster stood still and let her stab it with her sword, she would have a hard time breaking through its defenses.
Nian was stunned.
"Why did he bring out his Secondary Personality again?"
"Oh... right, this Secondary Personality that's finally managed to split off should be put to good use."
"But the problem is, this seems to be the 'Liar' personality. If he could fight, shouldn't he have chosen the 'monk' character?"
Unless...
"Unless, this guy doesn't intend to fight this Rakshasa!"
As Nian pondered, Fern seemed to have suddenly realized something and spoke up.
"Oh... so this is Moro's true form as a Rakshasa."
"I'm not saying this is bad, but it's way too big!"
The fern seemed to have learned from the moss that the giant red creature before them was a manifestation of "Moro".
Although Fern had vaguely heard of what a Rakshasa looked like—red skin, four arms...
However, the monster was so enormous that even when Fern first noticed these features, he did not associate it with "Wisdom life."
However, at this moment, Fern also understood the mission of taking her place.
She raised her head and tried to wave at the red-skinned Rakshasa whose head was no longer clearly visible.
"Hey, hey, Moro, is that you?"
"It's me, Fern—didn't we work together quite well before?"
"Well... I don't know what you need the lives of 'Otherworlder' for, but actually there are many 'Otherworlder' in this place!"
"I think you're a loyal and sentimental person, so why don't you just pretend nothing happened and let me go, okay?"
"Fern said earnestly."
Her response was a ten-second silence.
More than ten seconds later, a loud, booming sound came from above.
"Get out."
Fern breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly felt herself being lifted up.
A giant red hand grabbed the fern, causing her to instinctively cry out.
"Hey, hey, hey, Moro, what are you doing?!"
She gripped the longsword tightly in her hand with nervousness.
However, Fern was still trying to negotiate—after all, she could sense that although the other party had grabbed her, they hadn't used much force.
Fern's guess was correct.
She felt herself being lifted into the air.
Then, that grand voice rang out again.
"I'll see you off!"
After saying that, Fern felt her body being violently thrown out, like being thrown like a javelin or shot put at the Olympic Games.
She flew rapidly into the distance, turning back to look at the red-skinned man who was gradually receding into the distance. Fern shouted as politely as she could from the air.
"Thank you, Moro!"
Fern was overjoyed to have been spared—the joy of surviving a disaster filled her heart.
"As expected, my judgment of this Rakshasa was correct; he truly is a kind and loyal person."
Fern tossed her longsword into the air, adjusted her body, and lay down on the sword. Then, using her ability to control the Flying Sword, she began to slow down little by little.
Finally, she landed smoothly on the ground.
Back on the ground, the fern couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"If it survives the Glory Festival this time, I'll finally have a reliable NPC friend in the Black Marsh World!"
"Hmm... With this relationship as a foundation, we can try to develop more friendly relationships with NPCs in the Black Marsh World."
Fern climbed up from the longsword beneath it, dusted itself off, and looked to the side.
Before a roaring campfire, three barbarians are roasting the meat of some kind of animal.
Fern looked at their overflowing packs behind them and the sizzling roasted meat in front of them, and at the three wounded, exhausted barbarians staring in astonishment at their sudden appearance...
Fern, starving and desperate for loot to clear the level, instantly turned fierce.
"What are you looking at? This is a robbery!"
"Hand over your meat and spoils!"
On the other side, after Lin Yu saw Jue off, Nian, holding the gold pendant she had just taken out, cautiously looked at the huge figure and spoke.
"Since she can walk... does it mean we don't necessarily have to fight?"
A loud sound echoed through the sky once again.
"What's the reason?"
"I am the strongest among these 'Otherworlder'," Twenty said confidently. "Even if you fight me, you are not guaranteed to win!"
"If the two of us fight, we could easily both be severely injured."
A hearty laugh echoed from above.
"That's not a reason for me to let you go... that's precisely why I found you."
"You are not only the strongest among the 'Otherworlder,' but also the strongest among all the participants this time... Therefore, I must fight you."
"Admittedly, there's a chance I might die at your hands, but... it doesn't matter!"
Upon hearing this, Nian's pupils constricted, and he jerked backward, stumbling and falling backward in a disheveled manner.
"Boom!"
Where he had stood, there was now a cracked crater and a huge, blood-red foot!
"Only when the strong fight each other to the point of shedding their last drop of blood can it be called glorious!"
"This is... what the Glory Festival should look like!"
"Come on, let's fight!"
A roar came from above Nian's head, like a roar that existed since ancient times, echoing across the land once again!