Chapter : 131
The sight of Faria Kruts, resplendent even when smudged with forest grime and radiating aristocratic annoyance, jolted Lloyd’s already overloaded brain. Faria! Of course! Galla Forest! The connection, tenuous but vital, sparked through the panic-induced fog. Her urgent quest, the one that had brought her to the Guild Hall. For her mother. The Midnight Serenity flower, she’d called it. Or was it?
"Wait a minute," Lloyd’s internal monologue screeched, rewinding mental tapes at hyperspeed. "She said her mother needed a rare bloom… from Galla. Restorative properties. Persistent ailments. And her mother… isn't she some kind of legendary doctor? A master healer?" The fragments coalesced. The Dark Vein flower, this terrifying, pulsating bloom of midnight velvet and captured starlight… it reeked of potent, probably dangerous, magical properties. Exactly the kind of thing a desperate family with a renowned but ailing physician-matriarch might seek in a cursed forest.
So, this isn't the Midnight Serenity? Or maybe Dark Vein IS the Midnight Serenity, just with a much scarier name? He hazarded a guess. Either way, this ominous glowing monstrosity is probably what Faria’s after. The pieces clicked into place with sickening clarity.
But his System prompt was equally clear: Forty System Coins. The gateway to his maternal bloodline. Forty coins he desperately needed. Forty coins he was not about to forfeit, not even for a Marquess's daughter with distracting hair and a presumably noble cause. His own survival, his own power progression, took precedence. Especially when a creature that looked like it had crawled out of a cosmic horror story was currently using the surrounding forest as a chew toy and rapidly approaching their current coordinates.
"Sorry, Faria," Lloyd muttered internally, a spark of reckless, almost giddy determination igniting through the fear. "Finders keepers, and right now, the System found it for me." His stubborn streak, a core component of both his nineteen-year-old self and the eighty-year-old survivor inhabiting him, flared to life. He wasn't afraid of Faria. He wasn't even particularly afraid of her three heavily armed, professional-looking bodyguards who were currently radiating 'mess with the lady and die painfully' vibes. Compared to the Mire Monster, they were practically kittens. Fluffy, well-armed kittens.
With a speed that belied the terror still thrumming in his veins, Lloyd acted. He didn’t shout a warning. He didn’t negotiate. He simply focused his will, the Ferrum power, the Steel and Fire, answering his call with a familiar, almost eager hum.
The air around his outstretched hand shimmered. Not with a grand display, but with a barely perceptible ripple. A single, whisper-thin filament of steel, finer than a human hair but imbued with incandescent heat and impossible sharpness, shot out from his fingertips. It moved with the silent, invisible speed of thought, a deadly silver thread against the eerie purple twilight of the glade.
Before anyone could react, before Faria could even open her mouth to demand an explanation for his sudden, dirt-streaked appearance, the superheated wire sliced cleanly through the thick, vein-like stem of the Dark Vein flower, inches above the grasping, skeletal roots.
Snick.
The sound was almost inaudible, lost beneath the approaching roars of the Mire Monster and the sudden, sharp intake of breath from Faria’s entourage. The magnificent, terrifying bloom, severed from its anchor, tilted, then fell.
But it didn't hit the mossy ground. Another almost invisible steel thread, cool this time, imbued with kinetic control, whipped out, coiled around the falling flower’s remaining stem like a gentle lasso, and drew it back towards Lloyd’s waiting hand with impossible speed and precision.
He caught it. The Dark Vein flower, cool and surprisingly heavy, pulsed faintly in his grasp, its midnight velvet petals brushing against his skin, the strange, cloying floral scent intensifying, prickling at his senses. It felt… wrong. Powerful, yes, but deeply, fundamentally wrong, like holding a piece of solidified night.
The entire sequence – the cut, the catch – took less than a second.
Silence. A stunned, disbelieving silence descended upon the small glade, broken only by the escalating, earth-shaking approach of the Mire Monster.
Faria Kruts stared, her amethyst eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape. Her perfectly sculpted features, usually a mask of haughty composure or competitive fire, were now etched with sheer, unadulterated astonishment. Her three male guards, swords half-raised, looked equally dumbfounded, their professional training momentarily short-circuited by the sheer audacity of what they’d just witnessed. The two women, healer and archer, froze mid-motion, their own shock mirroring Faria’s.
"What…?" Faria finally managed, her voice a strangled whisper, disbelief warring with burgeoning outrage. "What in the name of the blighted ancestors do you think you are doing?!" Her voice rose sharply, regaining its familiar imperious edge. "That flower! Ferrum! Have you lost your mind?!"
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"Debatable, Lady Faria, debatable," Lloyd replied, his voice surprisingly calm, almost conversational, though his eyes kept darting towards the crashing sounds from the forest, now terrifyingly close. He held the pulsating Dark Vein flower firmly, a strange, dark jewel against his grimy tunic. "Just borrowing it. Urgent business, you see. Abyssal horror trying to play tag, and I believe this is the 'safe' zone marker."
"Borrowing?!" one of Faria’s guards, a burly man with a scar bisecting his eyebrow, snarled, taking an aggressive step forward, his sword glinting menacingly. "That bloom is vital! The Lady Faria requires—"
"Yeah, yeah, requirements, vital, yada yada," Lloyd cut him off, waving a dismissive hand, his gaze still fixed on the approaching terror. "Look, Scarface, no offense, but right now, my primary requirement is 'not becoming monster chow'. This flower, according to usually reliable, if incredibly annoying, sources," (he mentally glared at the System interface) "is supposed to make Big, Ugly, and Nasty over there take a permanent vacation. So, if you'll excuse me..."
The Mire Monster burst into the glade.
It was a horrifying avalanche of blackened chitin, writhing vegetative corruption, and multifaceted, malevolent red eyes. It filled the narrow entrance, its sheer bulk seeming to absorb the eerie twilight, its guttural chittering and mind-flaying shriek reaching a crescendo that made Lloyd’s teeth ache. It paused for a fraction of a second, its glowing eyes sweeping the scene – Faria’s terrified but defiant group, Lloyd and Fang, and the pulsating Dark Vein flower clutched in Lloyd’s hand.
Then it roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger and rage, and fixed its gaze, its entire monstrous attention, solely on Lloyd and the flower.
Oh, crapbaskets, Lloyd’s internal voice whimpered. It REALLY wants the flower.
Faria’s guards instinctively moved to shield her, forming a defensive semi-circle, their faces pale but grimly determined. The archer loosed a specialized arrow, a silver-tipped shaft trailing green fire, which struck the monster’s carapace with a loud clang and bounced off harmlessly, leaving only a faint scorch mark. The healer was already muttering incantations, her hands glowing faintly.
"Ferrum! You fool!" Faria screamed, her voice tight with terror and fury. "It's targeting you because of the bloom! Drop it! Give it here!"
The monster lunged, not at Faria’s group, but directly at Lloyd, its massive scythe-like talons raised, aiming to pulverize him and seize its prize.
This was it. The moment of truth. Does the flower work? Does the aura repel?
One of Faria's guards, the burly Scarface, yelled, "My Lord Ferrum, it's coming for us too! It was chasing us before you arrived! We… we think we led it out of the deeper woods!"
Lloyd’s head snapped towards him, a horrifying realization dawning even as he braced for impact. "You what?! You led this… this transdimensional catastrophe… out here?! Are you insane?! You were the ones who misdirected it?" The pieces slammed together. They weren't just also after the flower; they were the reason the monster was even in the Sunken Fen Mire in the first place! They had kites this monstrosity from the depths of Galla! The fifty-silver "ecological survey" was looking more and more like bait in a trap set by Faria's desperate, reckless quest.
The monster was almost upon him, its charnel breath a wave of suffocating heat. Fang, despite his fatigue, launched himself at its flank, Thousand Chirp Strike blazing, a desperate, suicidal attempt to divert its attention. The strike connected with another sickening thud, eliciting an enraged shriek but barely slowing the behemoth.
The flower pulsed in Lloyd’s hand, cold and dark. The System’s prompt echoed in his mind: Possession of the bloom will create an aura highly repellent… forcing its retreat. So, just hold it, right? That’s the plan?
Then, another thought, sharp, insistent, utterly illogical, sliced through the terror. A gut feeling, raw and undeniable. Or perhaps it was the System again, whispering its insane advice through the fog of adrenaline.
Throw it to the monster.
"What?!" Lloyd’s internal voice shrieked in pure disbelief. "Throw the forty-System-Coin, life-saving, monster-repellent flower to the monster?! Is my gut feeling trying to get me killed in the stupidest way imaginable?!" This was beyond counter-intuitive; it was certifiably insane. Every instinct screamed to hold onto the bloom, to let its promised aura work.
But the feeling persisted, a cold, clear certainty amidst the chaos. Throw it.
Faria was screaming something, her guards were shouting, Fang was yelping as the monster swatted him aside like an annoying fly. The scythe-like talons were descending.
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Lloyd yelled, exasperation momentarily overriding terror. "Fine! If I die, I'm blaming my digestive system!"
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With a desperate, underhand toss, ignoring the horrified shouts from Faria’s group, Lloyd Ferrum hurled the pulsating Dark Vein flower directly at the Mire Monster’s gaping, chittering maw.
Time seemed to slow. The flower, a dark jewel against the eerie light, tumbled through the air. The monster, momentarily confused by this unexpected offering, paused its attack, its multifaceted red eyes tracking the bloom. Its maw opened wider, rows of needle-sharp teeth gleaming. It wanted the flower. It was going to eat the flower.
Well, that was monumentally stupid, Lloyd thought, bracing for immediate, painful evisceration. Forty coins down the drain, and now I’m monster food. Brilliant.
Just as the Mire Monster lunged to snatch the Dark Vein flower from mid-air, just as its grotesque jaws were about to snap shut around the pulsating bloom, the ground beneath them erupted.
Not with an explosion, but with a silent, terrifying upheaval. The black moss ripped apart. The earth heaved. And from the depths of Galla Forest, something immense, something ancient and scaled, rose from the ground with breathtaking speed and power.
It was a snake. A gigantic, nightmarish serpent, thicker than the oldest oaks in the forest, its scales the colour of obsidian shimmering with captured moonlight, patterned with swirling lines of deepest amethyst. Its head, vast and triangular, rose high above them, easily dwarfing the Mire Monster, its eyes twin pools of molten gold, ancient, cold, and utterly, terrifyingly intelligent. They weren't just eyes; they were abysses of primal power. A long, forked tongue, black as shadow, flickered out, tasting the air.
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The Mire Monster froze, its lunge aborted, its multifaceted eyes swiveling towards this new, even more formidable presence. It let out a chittering sound that was less rage, more… apprehension?
Before anyone could react, before Lloyd could even process the sheer scale of this new horror, the gigantic snake struck. Not at them. But at the Mire Monster.
It moved with impossible speed for its size, a flowing mountain of obsidian and amethyst. Its massive coils, thick as siege towers, shot out, wrapping around the Mire Monster’s chitinous body with crushing force. The sound of groaning, cracking carapace echoed through the glade. The Mire Monster shrieked, a sound of pure agony and surprise this time, as it was lifted bodily from the ground, ensnared in the serpent’s inescapable embrace.
The Dark Vein flower, forgotten in the sudden, titanic struggle, fell unheeded to the mossy ground near the serpent's writhing coils.
The gigantic snake tightened its grip, its golden eyes fixed on the struggling Mire Monster with cold, implacable fury. It wasn't just a snake; it was a guardian. And the Mire Monster, Lloyd realized with a fresh wave of dawning horror, had just tried to eat its protected treasure.
The fight began. A primeval battle between two colossal, terrifying entities, shaking the very foundations of Galla Forest.
Lloyd stared, utterly dumbfounded, the forty System Coins momentarily forgotten. Fang cowered beside him, whining pitifully. Faria Kruts and her entourage looked on in stunned, horrified silence.
Okay, Lloyd’s internal monologue managed weakly, surveying the apocalyptic scene of a giant abyss-insect battling a guardian serpent the size of a small mountain. So, the flower had a bodyguard. A very big, very scaly, very possessive bodyguard. This… this was not in the Guild contract’s 'moderate risk' assessment.
He looked at the fallen Dark Vein flower, now dangerously close to the titanic, thrashing battle. The Mire Monster wanted it. Faria Kruts wanted it. And Lloyd Ferrum, for the sake of his maternal bloodline and his sanity, definitely still wanted those forty System Coins.
This flower-picking expedition, he concluded with a sigh that felt like it came from the very depths of his eighty-year-old soul, had just become significantly more complicated. And considerably more likely to involve being accidentally squashed.
The glade had transformed into a maelstrom of primal fury, a canvas painted with shades of obsidian, corrupted green, and the terrifying, multifaceted red glow of the Mire Monster’s eyes. The gigantic serpent and the chitinous horror were locked in a titanic, earth-shattering struggle, a battle that seemed to rip at the very fabric of Galla Forest. Trees, ancient sentinels that had stood for centuries, splintered and crashed around them like mere kindling, the ground buckled and heaved under the force of their monstrous impacts, and the air itself thrummed with the shockwaves of their blows, a visceral bass note of impending doom. The Dark Vein flower, the unsettlingly beautiful epicenter of this cataclysmic turf war, lay perilously close to the thrashing coils and flailing, scythe-like limbs, a dark jewel pulsing amidst apocalyptic chaos, seemingly oblivious to the chaos it had indirectly unleashed.
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Lloyd stared, momentarily paralyzed by the sheer, overwhelming scale of the conflict. This is fine, his internal eighty-year-old sarcastically drawled, even as his nineteen-year-old legs felt rooted to the spot. Just a casual Tuesday afternoon stroll interrupted by a minor disagreement between a demigod-level snake and whatever eldritch abomination crawled out of the local swamp. Perfectly normal. Nothing to see here. Except for our imminent, gruesome deaths. His thoughts about System Coins were now a secondary, albeit still nagging, concern. Survival was screaming for priority.
"Okay, new plan!" Lloyd finally yelled, his voice cracking slightly but carrying a surprising amount of authority born of sheer, unadulterated terror mixed with a bizarre, almost giddy adrenaline rush. "Strategic withdrawal! Rapid tactical relocation! Unscheduled, high-velocity departure! Pick your euphemism, people, but MOVE! Like your fancy silk undergarments are on fire and the only extinguisher is guarded by that… that thing’s bigger, angrier cousin!"
He grabbed Fang by the scruff of his neck – the wolf-spirit was currently attempting to dig a hole to the center of Riverio with his paws – and practically hauled the terrified animal to his feet. "Come on, buddy! Less cowering, more… not being here! Your lightning claws are impressive, but I don’t think they’re rated for ‘mountain-sized serpent’ or ‘walking nightmare made of bad dreams and pointy bits’!"
He spun towards Faria Kruts and her equally stunned, white-faced entourage. They were frozen, a tableau of aristocratic horror, transfixed by the horrifying spectacle unfolding before them. "Lady Faria!" Lloyd barked, trying to cut through their shock-induced paralysis. "You and your… heavily armed horticulture club! Unless you fancy being an accidental casualty in a kaiju wrestling match that makes bar brawls look like polite tea parties, I suggest we ALL vacate the premises! Like, five minutes ago! Before we become a footnote in the ‘Stupid Ways to Die in Galla Forest’ handbook!"
Faria, jolted from her horrified stupor by Lloyd’s surprisingly commanding, if slightly hysterical, tone, blinked rapidly. Her amethyst eyes, wide with a mixture of raw terror and disbelief, flickered from the titanic battle that was currently leveling a significant portion of irreplaceable ancient woodland back to Lloyd. "Run?" she managed, her voice a thin thread of sound. Then, the ingrained aristocratic disdain, a surprisingly resilient weed, attempted to reassert itself even in the face of annihilation. "With you, Ferrum?" The implication was clear: You, the awkward, unimpressive lout? You think you can lead us? (She was still angry becauae Lloyd steal the flower.)
"Look, Your Ladyship," Lloyd snapped, patience frayed beyond repair, the immediate threat of being crushed, eaten, or possibly just vibrated into component molecules overriding any pretense of noble courtesy. "I appreciate your commitment to social hierarchy, I really do. It’s charming. But the giant death-snake and the walking nightmare-bug currently engaged in what appears to be a very enthusiastic demolition derby probably don't give a single rat’s backside about our respective noble standings! They just see 'squishy snacks with good marbling'! So, unless you have a better idea, like, say, a conveniently pocket-sized teleportation scroll that works for six people and a moderately traumatized wolf, I strongly suggest we follow the universal rule of 'big monster fight, small people run'! Run fast! Run far! And try not to scream too much, it might attract their attention from the other screaming!"
The ground bucked violently beneath their feet as the obsidian serpent slammed the Mire Monster into a cluster of ancient oaks with a sound like the world cracking in half. The trees vaporized into a cloud of splinters and dust. A shower of debris – bark, leaves, bits of what might have been unfortunate squirrels – rained down around them. That seemed to be the deciding factor for Faria’s rapidly dwindling sense of decorum.
"He's… he's right, my lady!" Scarface, the burly guard whose earlier bravado had completely evaporated, yelled, his face the color of old parchment. He grabbed Faria's arm protectively, though Lloyd doubted he could do much against either of the colossal combatants. "We need to get clear! Now! Before they decide we’re the after-dinner mints!"
Faria hesitated for another fraction of a second, her pride warring a fierce but ultimately losing battle with the undeniable, terrifying reality of their situation. Then, with a sharp, frustrated nod that looked utterly out of place on her usually composed features, she conceded. "Alright, Ferrum! Lead the way!" Her voice was tight, strained. "But if you get us eaten, I shall be extremely cross with your ghost! I'll find a necromancer just to tell you off properly!"
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"Duly noted, Lady Faria! Ghostly displeasure is a powerful motivator! Right up there with 'not being turned into a meat smoothie'!" Lloyd shot back, already turning and scrambling away from the epicenter of the battle, Fang a grey streak at his heels, looking significantly less like a harbinger of doom and more like a very fast, very frightened dog. "Everyone else, try to keep up! And for the love of all that's holy, try not to trip over any conveniently placed evil roots! Galla seems to specialize in those!"
They ran. A motley crew of terrified nobles, grim-faced guards whose professionalism was being severely tested by foes several orders of magnitude above their pay grade, and one extremely stressed Arch Duke’s heir who was seriously reconsidering his career choices, fleeing for their lives through the treacherous, shadow-choked depths of Galla Forest. The cataclysmic sounds of the colossal battle – monstrous roars, sickening crunches, the shriek of stressed earth and tortured metal-like carapace – faded slowly, reluctantly, behind them, replaced by their own ragged, desperate breathing, the frantic pounding of their hearts, and the occasional yelp as someone inevitably stumbled.
Why me? Lloyd’s internal monologue wailed as he dodged a low-hanging branch that seemed to actively try and clothesline him. I just wanted a few easy coins! Enough to awaken a dormant bloodline, maybe upgrade Fang from 'terrifying lightning wolf' to 'slightly more terrifying lightning wolf with better dental insurance'! I didn't sign up for ‘Monster Island Survivor: Galla Forest Edition’! And why, oh why, is Faria Kruts always involved when my life takes a sharp left turn into utter chaos? Is she some kind of walking disaster magnet? Does trouble follow her around like an overeager puppy with a penchant for property damage and existential threats? That flower… she called it Dark Vein too. Was it the Midnight Serenity she was after? The one for her mother's alchemist? Did that alchemist specify needing something that looks like it wants to suck your soul out through your eyeballs? Tasteful.
They didn't stop, didn't dare to even slow down, until the sounds of the titanic struggle were a distant, muffled rumble, and they reached a small, relatively clear stream cutting a silver ribbon through the dense undergrowth. The sound of rushing water, clean and natural, was a blessed relief after the cacophony of monstrous rage. They collapsed onto the damp, mossy earth by the water’s edge, chests heaving, limbs trembling, clothes torn and stained.
Faria, her crimson-violet hair now thoroughly disheveled, matted with sweat and leaf litter, and clinging to her flushed brow in a way that was still somehow distractingly attractive, rounded on Lloyd the moment she could draw enough breath to speak. Her amethyst eyes, usually cool and assessing or blazing with competitive fire, were now wide with a potent cocktail of residual terror, simmering anger, and a grudging, almost bewildered curiosity.
"Ferrum!" she panted, jabbing a trembling but still imperious finger accusingly in his direction. Her usual aristocratic poise was in tatters, replaced by the raw, frayed nerves of someone who had just narrowly avoided becoming a smear on the forest floor. "What in the blighted, festering realms were you doing here? In the deepest, most cursed part of Galla Forest, a place sane people actively pay cartographers not to mark on their maps? And why," her voice rose, a tremor of its usual haughty command returning, "did you snatch that flower? The Dark Vein! Don't you dare tell me you were after it for… for decorative purposes! Or to press it in a book of bad poetry!"
