Crackles of electricity enveloped Roz's body as he gave rise to his first monster creation.

A steady stream of particles slowly floated towards each other, forming into tissues, then limbs, until it became a full form.

The monster had sixteen legs, and all of them had sharp claws at the end. Its limbs were stitched and stapled together on its gigantic stomach, and above it was its torso and head.

It was androgynous in form and had flowing white hair and pale white skin. The figure had a long torso with protruding jagged ribs at the back and a thin body, looking like a skeleton with a layer of skin.

The monster had eight eyes, all of which were obsidian white.

The Doctor personally gifted this monster to Roz.

Faced with Lira, he would naturally only give her the best.

Don't get him wrong. He was generally polite to everyone. If he wasn't nice to women, he was at least courteous.

However, faced with Lira, he found it hard to control himself. What she had done to him was too much. If anyone else had the same thing done to them, they wouldn't just feel angry but crazily furious.

The girl destroyed his life, and it was now time for payback.

"W-what is that?"

"H-he could create monsters."

"Are they special monsters too?"

Unrest filled Lira's team when they found out that the other side could create special monsters. Some of them had encountered the Dwarf and Elven undead, and they knew how terrifying special monsters were.

But they didn't have any [Monocles] left, so they couldn't check the other side's stats. Aside from that, they only had ten slots for items. Compared to other items, [Monocles] wasn't as useful. It was better to bring items that could aid them in battle.

When they were choosing which items to bring, [Monocles] didn't even cross their mind.

"Don't cower!" Lira said to her group. "So what if they're special monsters? We have more than twenty players with us. We have the advantage when it comes to numbers!"

Hearing her confident voice, the players regained their courage and quickly went on the offensive. Some went charging with their weapons at hand, while others supported them at the back.

Eager to prove themselves to Lira, the men took up arms. Seeing that the undead Orc stepped forward alone, they smirked in delight.

If the other one chose to stay back, then all the better.

This one was in the bag.

"I'll take care of this one!"

A player wearing black armor rushed forward while swinging his sword.

Ragnar didn't even try to defend, and when the player's sword made contact with his skin, it bounced as if the blade had hit a rock.

"W-what on earth?" The player's eyes widened, but he didn't have the chance to finish his sentence when a large scary, looking jagged blade sliced against his skull.

The player was taken by surprise. He tried to defend himself but failed. Following that, he fell down onto his knees and then collapsed.

The player's wide eyes rolled in the back of his head as he burst into particles, not knowing how he even died.

The death of a single player didn't deter the rest of Lira's army. However, the first wave of attacks was easily repelled by Ragnar's impeccable defense.

With every swipe of his blade, three to five players fell on their knees as their heads rolled on the ground.

The other players that were in mid-attack paused and were now aware of the danger that was approaching them –– and they started to flee in different directions.

"H-How are we going to beat this?!" one of the players cried out. "We can't even get close!"

The monster was too fast, too powerful. They had no chance against such an overwhelming foe.

"Don't cower! Let's attack it together!" Lira yelled, dread slowly eating her resolve. It was like a nightmare as she watched her army scattered in every direction, fleeing for their life. It only took a few to panic for everyone to follow.

Not long after, chaos ensued.

"Come back!" Lira screamed at the top of her lungs, unminding of her reputation.

However, those who were fleeing weren't spared. Ragnar chased them even to hell's end. It was important that he killed all of them so they could finish early.

"Nothing personal." Ragnar's blade glowed with concentrated energy before he sliced it in the players' direction. The air rippled from the force, and a harsh slash tore through his enemies' bodies, slicing messily through their innards before they succumbed to their deaths.

"Stop running and face the monster! You idiots!" Lira screamed, totally forgetting her reputation amidst the chaos.

But no one paid her any mind. Though this was a game, it felt so real, and the players couldn't help but think that they were going to die for real if they didn't escape.

A giant shadow fell over the battlefield. It was the white Giant Spider that remained still before. It looked at Lira with its eight menacing eyes.

Lira's eyes almost went to the back of her head out of fear.

She wanted to run and scream, but the shaking of her limbs prevented her from doing anything. She was paralyzed by terror, and before she could utter a word of plea, the giant Spider shrieked. Thick saliva spat from its mouth and spilled all over Lira's face.

It seemed that the slimy and smelly spit of the Spider was enough to replace the fear in her heart with anger towards the monster.

She screamed so loud in disgust while the Spider let out an ear-piercing scream of its own. Later, the monster's sharp razor limbs trampled Lira under its weight.

Watching Lira as she was trampled to death, Roz wasn't satisfied. He knew that he did little to actually cost major damage in her real life as she had done to his, but this was enough for now.

( . . . continuation on NOTES)

A/N (Doesn't consume coins)

Hello guys. I'm planning to write a smut on the latest chapter (around 440) and I'm wondering if it should be explicit or not.

Just comment here:

I love Sushi = explicit

I don't love Sushi = non explicit