Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 122 - : GAMBIT’S WILDERNESS

Scarlett remained in her full dragon form for the longest time since she awakened the bloodline, her sapphire scales glinting faintly under the demon realm's crimson haze. The distance from the Lust Castle to the wilderness was extremely far. It took her two days of flight to finally reach the location, the wind whistling past her massive wings. Of course, she logged out within those two days forcefully; Azrael was already used to it, his grip steady despite the sudden shifts. She had conversations with her brother about her situation, her voice echoing in her mind against the rumble of distant storms. Well, she left out the part about Azrael—it wasn't time for Greg to find out, she convinced herself, her thoughts shadowed by the jagged peaks below.

"We are here," Scarlett said, still in her dragon form, her voice loud as a result of her size, resonating through the twisted, barren trees. Azrael slid down from her back, landing on the ground with a soft crunch of black soil, and Scarlett reverted to her human form, her auburn hair catching the dim light as it settled.

"Stop right there!" Gob commanded, his voice gravelly and sharp. Goblins, orcs, kobolds, and dire wolves stood behind him, their eyes glinting in the murky glow, ready to attack Scarlett and Azrael at any moment. Azrael stared at the terrifying numbers—their count easily reached hundreds, a shifting mass of claws and teeth. "I don't understand. This is different from the rumors about the wilderness. They shouldn't be this united," Azrael said to no one in particular, his breath visible in the chilly air. Tensed, he felt his strength halved; the wilderness was clearly rejecting him, its oppressive weight pressing against his chest.

Azrael walked forward, his boots scuffing the cracked earth. He had been dissatisfied for a while now—from running away like a coward to abandoning his kin, the guilt gnawing at him like a dull ache. He felt the urge to let out some steam, and the opportunity presented itself, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Although the number of enemies was huge, Azrael wasn't scared. Goblins were a weak race, their growth rate capped at 50 with barely a few exceptions; the same went for kobolds and dire wolves, their mangy fur bristling, with only orcs being fairly stronger, their hulking forms casting long shadows.

"It seems he wants a fight. Stand back—I will handle this guy," Gob said to the wilderness demons with him, his wiry frame taut with confidence. As the main commander, he was obeyed as expected, the horde shifting back with low growls. Azrael felt even more annoyed, seeing Gob decide to attack alone, the goblin's beady eyes gleaming with smugness. "Your arrogance will be the death of you," he muttered coldly before making his move, his cloak fluttering faintly. Like a projectile propelled, Azrael jumped up with great speed, the air whistling around him. With his sword held in both hands, he swung down heavily, the blade's edge catching the faint light, planning to cut Gob in two right then and there.

"What?" Gob was stunned, his thin lips parting in surprise, but not only him—Scarlett was even more shocked, her breath catching in her throat. As a player, she could see the levels of apocalypse indigenes, the reason she respected Commander Aquarius, a level 100 player, the highest she had seen, his stern face etched in her memory. The reason he was defeated by a level 75 Gendry remained a puzzle she couldn't solve, leaving her to believe Gendry must have had the assistance of a high-level demon, a shadowy figure lurking in her suspicions. From what she could see, Gob's level was a measly 37, a far cry from Azrael's level 75, the numbers stark against the dim wilderness backdrop.

Azrael was in the middle tier of level 75 beings in terms of strength, not yet able to manifest his will—the only thing hampering his power, a frustration he carried like a weight. So, she was shocked as well when Gob easily blocked Azrael's slash, the clash ringing out in the still air. She tried checking his status properly, but for some reason, she couldn't, her vision blurring slightly as she squinted:

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Gob (Demon Goblin)

Bloodline: Dark Goblin (3% bloodline)

Level: 37

Health: ???

Strength: ???

Speed: ???

Stamina: ???

Intelligence: ???

Constitution: ???

Scarlett was confused, her brow creasing under the faint mist. The last time she was unable to view the stats of a being was with Drakonix, Leviathan, and the Golden Lion, their towering presences still vivid in her mind. But this was different—she could view his level but not the rest of his stats, the blanks taunting her. Either way, Scarlett didn't interfere with Azrael's fight. She knew how it felt to be protected 24/7, unable to do anything; she'd received it from her brother and knew not to do the same to Azrael, hurting his pride and confidence, a lesson etched deep. But she watched the match intently, her sharp eyes unwavering, not giving a damn about interfering the moment Azrael's life was in danger.

Gob blocked Azrael's full strike with his sword in one hand and, like it was no stress at all, pushed his arm upward, redirecting the momentum of the attack and throwing Azrael into the air, the motion smooth against the jagged skyline. Azrael used a backflip to stand properly and regain his balance, landing with a faint thud. He frowned—Gob could have pressed on and gained the upper hand, but instead, like a statue, Gob remained rooted to the spot, not even thinking of moving a bit, his stance rigid in the dim light.

"Are you looking down on me?" Azrael asked coldly, his voice cutting through the tense silence, returning to attack. He felt insulted and was super pissed, but despite anger taking over, he still retained his rationality, his movements deliberate. Azrael changed the flow of his attack beautifully in a way that made it hard for others to predict his next move, his blade dancing in the faint glow, but to his frustration, he was always countered by Gob.