"Ding!"
With a crisp sound, the curtain ahead was slowly drawn open.
But just like the banquet hall, there was no one here.
Charles did not continue watching. He began preparing to carry out his little idea.
He tiptoed to the very back of the theater, ready to return to the Wizard Realm at any moment.
Then, he began preparing a spell.
Acid Missile!
Charles condensed a glob of thick Acid Missile.
Keeping an eye on the stage, he remained ready to return to the Wizard Realm at any time.
The gaping maw filled with sharp teeth on the seat also sensed Charles's presence. Its mouthful of fangs kept snapping open and shut.
Charles first used the Shadow-Stealing Spell.
After he cast it on the seat, it seemed to grow considerably more tired, and the huge mouth snapped a little more slowly.
But even after several consecutive casts, the theater seat had not completely died.
It seemed unusually tough.
Charles thought for a moment as he watched the seat's gaping mouth.
He smiled faintly, condensed an Acid Missile, and tossed it straight inside while the mouth was open.
"Sizzle!"
It was like pouring sulfuric acid into someone's mouth.
"Hisss! Hisss! Hisss!!"
"Crunch! Crunch!"
The seat's fangs snapped rapidly and ceaselessly, as if suffering the agony of corrosion.
The corrosive, viscous liquid of the Acid Missile kept burning and inflicting damage inside the theater seat's mouth. Its effect was even far stronger than the Shadow-Stealing Spell.
The fangs snapped for quite a while before the toothed seat finally could not hold on any longer. Like the other monsters, it turned into a heap of ashes.
The instant the monster died, Charles noticed his mental power and mana rising.
This seat was somewhat difficult to kill, but the improvement one seat brought