Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: The End of the Queen Bee (2)
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‘She must’ve hitched a ride just because of her pretty face.’
They had no idea, but Rokan had already seen everything. The shield cast on him instead of her allies in that moment of crisis. The two men’s expressions, like ashes sprinkled over a finished meal.
With all his experience in the game, he could read the situation at a glance.
Women players who’d go blind with desire, handing over their livers and lights—guys like that overflowed in every game. And if she was pretty on top of that, they’d treat her like a princess, making guild beauties look like nothing.
Having been burned by such pathetic male players before, Rokan disliked both the fools who propped them up and the women who reveled in it.
‘Her real-life self might look totally different.’
The Lord’s character customization allowed only minor tweaks based on one’s real face, but with racial adjustments and maxed-out changes, it could turn into a completely different look.
Half-elf and human were the prime examples, which was why most women, wanting cute characters, picked those races. It wasn’t coincidence.
The problem was that plenty photoshopped their avatars to pro levels.
Rokan had seen tons whose real looks fell 2% short of pretty, but in-game covered that gap to become stunning beauties.
That had made him pretty numb and cynical about in-game appearances.
No honey trap would work on him, but watching this woman in front of him stirred an inexplicable rage.
It reminded him of his early days in a guild from his past life playing The Lord—how guildmates, enchanted by a cute female player, blindly defended her and stabbed him in the back.
‘Pretty features. Priest class, treated like nobility in any RPG. She must’ve sucked the honey dry.’
His cold gaze fixed on her, then shifted to the look of a sucker.
She’d made it to third job change, so she had basic skills. If she’d picked non-combat paths in first and second, she’d get 100-level monster hunts and third-job quests, so that wasn’t it.
“Cough, are you alright?”
He flashed a goofy grin at her as she subtly hooked her arm through his and pressed her chest against him. She reacted instantly.
“Of course. I barely survived thanks to you, oppa. Those guys were my last hunt anyway, and I nearly got in big trouble at the end. Oh, my ID’s Lien. Real name’s Kim Ye-rin.”
“Y-Yes, Ye-rin…”
The two men looked shocked at her spilling both ID and real name, but they didn’t dare act rashly.
Rokan’s prowess had been too overwhelming.
They sensed waving at a departed bus was pointless. Even PK wouldn’t match him.
Plus, they belatedly realized what it meant for a non-half-elf to be here.
“They said they were hunting up to here anyway. Wanna party with me? I’m no fighter, but I went priest up to second job, so I can help a lot!”
“…”
The two men bowed their heads at her blatant coquetry. They’d been used, and all motivation was gone.
Her heart had already left. All he could do was expose her true face and wreck everything.
“…I loved you.”
But he gave up on that too.
He didn’t want to be that harsh to someone he’d once had feelings for. More than that, she wouldn’t listen anyway. Even he’d cave if a beauty like that clung to him.
Straight up, if they’d been way stronger than this guy, she wouldn’t have left, right?
‘Romantics… or suckers.’
Watching them, Rokan dropped the line to seal their resignation.
“Sounds good. Let’s party up.”
Confirming his answer, the two men logged out or returned to town, reacting differently.
“…Bitch.”
“…Be happy.”
Lien ignored them, flashing Rokan a lily-like smile.
“Let’s go.”
Rokan grinned lewdly and took the lead.
“What’s your ID and level, warrior?”
“Haha, wouldn’t a little mystery be fun? My level’s at least enough not to run from here.”
But he didn’t hunt indiscriminately like before. As soon as they moved, Lien probed for his info outright, so he brushed her off and quickened his pace.
Now she was the anxious one.
He seemed much higher level, a quick switch, but if he didn’t carry her, she was screwed.
Sure, with this beauty and noble priest class, a new sucker was easy, but scouting, baiting, acting—it was a hassle. Pride too.
“Hehe, you’re fun. Let me full-buff you first. It helps a lot, you know.”
Anxious Lien pushed buffs to prove her worth. Rokan didn’t care about the meager EXP but avoided fights to not level her, heading deep into the greenhouse.
To meet the boss monster, ‘Big Bird,’ real owner of the place.
“Wow, you’re amazing!”
Of course, some monsters on the way were unavoidable. To hook Lien proper, Rokan showed his full skill. Seeing it, she pushed harder, oblivious to his thoughts.
“Since we’re at it, let’s take the boss too.”
“B-Boss? Difficulty’s spiked lately. You sure?”
“Difficulty up or not, it’s nothing. Prep one thing, and the boss is easier. I’ve done it already.”
“Y-You’ve beaten the boss already?”
Her eyes lit up like lanterns.
Hard to believe, but she’d been here just two days. Greenhouse was huge—plausible.
The two she lured weren’t even past the entrance.
This guy, anonymous party, breezed through.
‘Miss this chance? Idiot move.’
As she schemed, Rokan smirked inwardly. Her next move was obvious.
“What do I need to prep?”
“Bait. The tasty kind.”
He pointed with a wicked grin to a plant in full bloom.
“That’s paralysis herb. Need decent gathering skill to ID it, but no skill doesn’t change effects. Hold it, toss in Big Bird’s mouth when it dives. Wrap in meat first for easy throw.”
She hesitated at picking it to lure the boss but relaxed since she wouldn’t be eaten.
Still, stuffing a giant bird’s beak was daunting, no choice. Had to prove worth or he’d ditch.
Test for that, so she mustered courage.
“I’ll do it.”
Lien bit the bait.
Soon, she stood near Big Bird’s nest, gripping meat-wrapped paralysis herb clumps, blood dripping to provoke.
Under the greenhouse’s tallest tree, brooding on eggs. Reaction came from above.
Kreeuk!
Spotting her, Big Bird flapped up in fury.
“Kyaa!”
Startled, she chucked a clump—it dodged, tilting head.
Too far, panicked throw. No eat.
She’d be devoured too.
But Rokan wouldn’t help. Done with her. Die or succeed, she was out.
‘Heard greenhouse lore but picks herbs? Naive or dumb.’
All plants here were half-elf treasures.
Sure, pest quest allowed some damage, but unauthorized picking? Instant boot. Worse, half-elf affinity tanks, relations worse than pre-quest.
As half-elf, no hostility, but how low would she drop? Curious.
“Save me… Hiyah!”
First fail, she turned to Rokan, saw cold eyes, spun back. Divine shield? No, eyes shut, swung arm.
Thup.
Hand buried in flicking tongue—horror—meat gone. Pulled out pre-chew.
Gulp.
Big Bird wasn’t aggro-first.
Up with meat, munched thickly, head tilt. Body numbing? No. Herb Rokan had her pick wasn’t paralysis.
It cleared debuffs, cleared mind—spirit herb.
No aggro or weird reaction? Normal.
“Time to start.”
Ignoring baffled Lien, Rokan climbed to nest. Whistled sharp during distraction.
“Uh, uh…”
“Kreet!”
Whistle. Thwack!
No time to stop him—smashed nest egg with fist. Shell tough, no break, but Big Bird’s eyes snapped.
“Hyup.”
Before beak peck, Rokan leaped down. Landed by Lien, grinned at her, final act.
Paid price for using him.
“Stealth.”
[You have left the party.]
Stealth, then leave. Who’d Big Bird’s rage target now?
“Kreeaaak!”
“D-Divine Shie… Kyaaaak!”
As it devoured her, Rokan soared for its nape.