I charged to the far side of my make-shift arena, my offhand sword drawn as I forced my way through a few wolves who had actively been chasing me, with sheer speed and damage from the few swipes I made. A few leaping bites from those I dodged simply by stopping awkwardly right as they pounced since my movement was faster than their's, yet I still felt control over each step.

Inching my way due to being pressured by the hounding wolves to slow my pace, three more wolves and a slime who were scraping at the walls previously, joined their pursuit half-way to the trolls; this made my journey to the trolls more torturous. But, since I was healing the assassins and couldn't get many hits due to the sheer amount of foes attacking me, I didn't have the health to tank any hits, so it was necessary to do the dodging I did.

Regardless, with a few close calls from the now clusterfuck of attacks spewing at me, attempts by the wolves to encircle me were thwarted by the slime, which collided with half of the wolves mid-air, dealing friendly fire which I followed up with slashes, which were made in a rash frame of mind.

Previously unsensed by me, another wolf took the opportunity to jump at me, diminishing my health and, somehow, cause physical pain to me, which I had thought to be impossible after the acid incident...

Finally noticing this curiosity, my brain focused more on why I felt pain than my current condition, letting another two hits land before I snapped out of this.

My swords now glowing and my health bar now a mere dot of what it used to be, I countered the attack with a swipe with my off-hand whilst grabbing my other sword for a follow-up which killed the two target wolves instantly.

I mumbled, "Save point." Before raising my voice uncontrollably to yell, "Have at me!"

With my swords now glowing bright red, I attacked the others, one-shotting two and throwing the slime a couple meters away before continuing my trek. At this time, I noticed the bombardment of boulders being hailed at me, to which I frantically dodged, managing - with some fault of the physics - to keep my swords which were practically floating near my hands.

Looking back for a split second, turns out that their attacks had been constant from the start of my charge, they just missed until this sudden halt.

This temporary distraction let the wolves who barely tanked the bombardment recover, and begin the chase again. But this time, there were less chasing me, so I progressed faster and eventually reached the trolls.

Meeting my appearance with smacks of their clubs, I sussed out their arsenal of attacks quickly, removing my main-hand sword.

With this, I started countering their club swings with dodges and stabs then, when one slammed down on the ground with their's, I bound them trying to retrieve their submerged weapons which prolonged the length of the bind and the retrieval process. Although the other trolls tried to force me away with their own attacks, I still got the chance

Repeating these interactions whilst ignoring the few remaining aggroed wolves who, after all my antics, persisted their chase; my health went from a couple hundred from my arrival to over twenty-thousand, however, none of the three trolls died yet.

However, this is when I noticed that my health was going down way slower than before, which I assumed the reason being one, or both, of the assassins dying, but I didn't get the chance to confirm it with the blitz of attacks surrounding me.

Having set up a few save-points around the combat, I eventually yelled, "Have at me!" when I considered my health, judging from their 200+ damage stats, enough to tank their attacks with weapons and skills taken into account, and promptly got beaten over the head with a rock, then a club to the back just to add insult to my injury.

Barely crawling up again, made more daunting accompanied by the forgotten feeling of pain, I grabbed my now yellow glowing swords and waiting for the counter opportunity.

One such opportunity swiftly came, when the troll I seemed to remember hitting the least attacked with a full-out slam on the ground. It took one swing of both of my swords to get my about two-hundred health to become over fifteen-thousand. The remainder of my attacks on it increased my health ten-thousand more and killed the troll that received it.

The other two, clearly enraged by this, attacked without any limit, dragging any and all allies in range into the pain they previously reserved for me.

This, however, didn't work for them as I simply fled, baiting them to groups of other mobs who got exterminated by their frenzied spew of their bouncing clubs. And every time either of the trolls used the stronger attack, a flurry of my swings, the tentacles of my binds and the other troll's club battered them.

It only took three such occasions for the second troll to fall, then the wolves and slimes join me in killing the last, ending their life in a minute and getting me even more health.

Seeing the slimes and wolves now duke it out, the already chaotic scene turned even more hectic. With countless attacks hitting enemies and allies alike. Less and less focused on my walls and the internal conflict spread throughout all of the mobs inside.

Through the crowds, I saw balls of fire engulfing entire packs of wolves and two figures flying into air-borne enemies, showing me that the other three were still alive, but unfortunately not being healed.

Escaping the disorderly in-fighting between the mob factions, I abused my speed advantage over them to get back to the three, now with just under twenty-thousand health.

Things weren't as positive as I gave them credit for, since they demanded, "Let us out!" as soon as they noticed me.

So I did, taking both of my swords off and using "Kill 9" three more times, the mage, then both the assassins left.

Alone, I viewed the mayhem for myself, got as many kills as I could get to the epicentre, replaced the battered tentacle walls with new ones and aimed my palm at myself whilst saying "Kill 9". Letting my walls continue to drain my AP in fear of delaying being necessary to conscript a new frontline.

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For only a second, my vision turned dark, then got complimented by light with numerous colours popping into it. Soon I could see again, and I was outside the ruined cafe with the outside of my tentacle wall greeting them.

On contrary to my fears, more people formed out here than I saw fighting in the beginning. Some of the people from before joined new parties and created a massive flank of twenty-odd tanks outside the tentacle walls.

Upon looking deeper into the crowd, I saw a familiar face. Followed by two more when I looked at different parts of the groups since I spotted Nio, LOD and Jeehan all somewhere in the crowd.

Before I could ponder walking up to them, however, I was interrupted by the assassins and mage from before, one of which crept to my shoulder and asked: "Gonna take it down then?"

Turning around, I saw it was the mage asking, and responded by mumbling "Stop bind."

Immediately after saying it, the tentacle wall pixilated into nothingness, revealing the infighting between the mobs which seemed to be reaching its end.

Those seeing this for the first time were seemed confused at first, but after a few mobs attacked, they threw away their cares and started their attack.

"So, you gonna continue, or just leave it to them?" one of the two assassins still near me nonchalantly asked.

"You care?" I countered.

After a small pause, they replied, "You're right. I don't." Then waltzed back into the fray with the other two.

'Am I tired?' I silently asked myself, reaching the answer 'not really' soon afterwards, so walked towards the crowd who were actively exterminating all the wolves and slimes from the area.

It only took about three minutes until the remaining mobs all fell, leaving the hyped and merciless group of people here confused.

In amidst the crowd, someone; who I assumed was male based on voice, played the role of group leader and yelled "Silence!" Then he pointed to some parties and announced, "You five parties stay back and help with the clean-up, you three check around the wall for other breaches. Everyone else with me, the groups from Deslot will join us in the forest. Go!"

I wasn't pointed at directly so assumed I was with the last group and followed them.

Since I was assumed to be a healer, I had to stay at the back with one party of Tanks and the other healers. The terrain was fields, hills and trees dotted around sparsely, so even though the sun was decent and the temperature wasn't boiling me alive, complaints boredom and discomfort quickly spread around those around me. And apart from one instance of a large pack of wolves with one troll engulfing the entire group whole, it was all travelling on our part.

Boredom spread around us healers the fastest, and soon the others got me involved in their mindless conversation, "... So anyway, what's up with this guy?" one of them said, directly pointing at me.

"I have no idea. Oi, you!" another said, actually receiving my attention. They continued, "Yes, you. How did a healer wearing such low-level shit even get here? What level even are you? Seriously, is that seriously a magic-wood staff on your back, and what's with that damn hood?"

"Um... Level 56 for now. Don't think it's updated about the battle that just happened though." I replied, truthfully.

"Bullshit," the same person stated, turning around to one of the tanks ahead of us and asking, "Oi, Jan, you have herbalism right? Check this noob for us, will ya?"

"Sure... Observe." Jan replied in a monotone.

Their head cocked to the side, and they soon yelled in a high-pitched, but male sounding voice, "Eh? Um, sorry. But why the hell are you posing as a healer?!"

"I can heal. Plus, I don't get hit when posing as one."

"Wai', she ain' one ov' us? 'o tah hell is she 'en?"

"I'm male..." I muttered under my breath. Then turned my head to ask 'Why the hell do I care again?' to myself, taking a deep breath after answering 'stress'.

"Succubus," the tank answered.

'Incubi...' I thought, wanting to correct them. Then gave up before verbalizing it since, in this world, the word incubi probably didn't exist anyhow.

"Huh?" the entire group asked in tandem, their mouths agape in a somewhat overreaction.

"The fuck is a... uh... succubus?" another healer asked, somehow having a bigger build and more armour on than the tanks supposedly guarding him.

A healer who was one of the quietest from the start, started mumbling. And since no one else had any idea, there wasn't anyone to block their answer from being heard by the whole group, "That class? It's a class I've only seen once before... Haven't seen it before visitors came and rumour has it, it came with them." They increased their volume and asked, in a grated female sounding voice, " So, one sec, are you actually a visitor?"

"I am," I bluntly stated.

"A visitor huh? Didn't think anyone could get so high in such a like month," one of the other tanks butted in and stated, seems to be more reasonable than most of the others. Though his voice cut-off or overpowered some other comments which, from what I could hear, were very much toxic.

One of the members who seemed the most hot-headed randomly blurted out another doubtful question, "She can't really be that level, right?"

"Said she was," the tank from before said, then spat out a small sigh. Others quickly checked and started nodding at it, confirming what they said.

Shrugging my shoulders, I simply responded with "I am this level and a so-called 'visitor'. Want to fight me about it or something?"

The human Harold Henksly has challenged you to a duel.

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