NOVEL WEB Chapter 300: How would you like to die?
"Master, step back a bit." Suddenly, the Orc King spoke up.
Hearing that, Garek frowned and shouted, "What are you afraid of? That bastard—"
Whoosh!
Garek hadn't finished his sentence when a vine shot out from Zeka's side, like an arrow ripping through the air, shooting straight at him.
"Damn it!" Garek couldn't dodge in time and could only raise the arm he'd grafted from the dead Orc King.
BAM!
The sharp tip of the vine struck Garek's arm with a terrifying impact, sending him stumbling back more than five meters.
But if one looked closely, amidst the swirling snow and dust, Garek was still standing—his arm had successfully blocked the vine.
The vine, with a tip as sharp as a spear, could only strike against that arm, unable to pierce through.
Seeing this, Garek was startled; he hadn't expected that arm to be able to block Zeka's vine.
The Orc King was also a bit surprised to see Garek unharmed, but he quickly regained his composure.
BAM!
He stomped hard on the snow, causing an explosion of snow and ice. A black shadow shot toward Zeka at a terrifying speed.
BAM!
Another impact rang out, but this time it was the sound of the Orc King's fist slamming into the trunk of a tree.
Crack! Crack!
The tree, unable to withstand the force of the blow, immediately shattered and began to topple.
At that moment, Zeka was hiding behind the snow cloud, disbelief filling his heart.
"Damn it! That Orc King is rank C?" he cursed inwardly.
He knew Garek was strong, but he hadn't thought Garek was this strong.
A rank C monster—that was a concept entirely different from a rank D monster.
The gap could be described as the difference between sky and earth.
Zeka had thought Garek, at best, possessed D+ or D-Peak monsters, but he hadn't imagined they would be rank C.
A sense of fear began to creep into his heart. Although he could face many rank D monsters, a rank C monster was something else entirely.
He didn't dare take the risk, but he also didn't want to let go of this opportunity.
The stronger the lord, the stronger the buff he would receive. If he could kill Garek, he would gain a very powerful buff.
However, Zeka also found Garek's arm strange.
"He can use that arm to block my attacks. Could it be he's already surpassed level 4?"
"No, that arm… it's not a normal human arm. It looks like the arm of an Orc King."
"Damn it! That bastard Garek must have found some stroke of luck."
At this moment, Zeka was both furious and desperate. He wanted to finish off Garek immediately, then slowly deal with the Orc King.
But now, things were different. Garek was not as easy to deal with as he had thought.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the shriek of the wind cut through Zeka's thoughts.
He looked up to see a ferocious face, green-skinned with long, sharp fangs, charging toward him like a monster.
"Damn it!"
Yes, it was the Orc King. All Zeka could do was curse under his breath and try his best to evade.
However, his legs were sunk deep in the snow, making it hard to move.
"Die!!!" the Orc King roared, swinging his club toward Zeka's head.
Zeka gritted his teeth and flung up both arms, countless vines pouring out to form a shield in front of him.
BAM!
The club instantly shattered Zeka's vine shield.
However, using the force of the blow, Zeka managed to leap away, widening the distance between himself and the Orc King.
He retreated, a vine shooting out and wrapping around a tree next to him, then—
Crack!
The vine immediately snapped the tree, sending it crashing down and filling the area with a cloud of swirling snow.
The Orc King frowned, backing away, his body vanishing into the snow.
At this moment, Garek wasn't paying attention to the battle between Orc King and Zeka. He was staring intently at the arm he had grafted from a dead Orc King.
"So powerful!" He suddenly broke into a ferocious grin. "It seems… losing an arm wasn't as bad as I thought."
"On the contrary, thanks to that item, I can enhance my strength by grafting parts from an Orc King."
"What if… I grafted other parts from other monsters?"
Suddenly, a wild idea flashed through Garek's mind.
But just then, he sensed something approaching him, cutting off his thoughts.
"Bastard! Go to hell!" Zeka lunged at Garek, his broken arm bound by vines, shaping them into a drill made entirely of vines.
The drill shot toward Garek, but he simply gave a contemptuous smile and swung his green arm.
BAM!
The vine drill and Garek's fist collided violently, sending a wild gust swirling the snow in all directions.
"What the hell?!" Zeka was stunned to see the drill he'd created stopped cold by Garek's fist.
He knew full well that the tip of just one of his vines could pierce a rank D monster.
Yet now, so many vines combined into a massive drill had been blocked by a single arm.
"You…"
"Hahaha… Zeka, surprised, aren't you?" Garek laughed loudly, his grin full of scorn and mockery. "Did you think you were the only one who got stronger?"
"I've grown stronger, too. In the end, you're still just a dog."
As soon as Garek finished speaking, he pushed his fist toward Zeka.
BAM!
The vine drill was knocked aside, and Garek's fist didn't stop—continuing straight for Zeka.
BAM!
"Pfff!!!"
Garek's fist slammed into Zeka's chest, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.
His chest caved in, ribs shattering, stabbing into his lungs and organs, even piercing straight through and protruding out of his chest.
"AAA!!!" Zeka was sent flying backward, rolling several times in the snow, blood splattering everywhere.
When he finally stopped, his whole body was covered in snow and blood.
Zeka wanted to say something, but blood kept gushing from his mouth, his breath growing weaker and his vision starting to blur, as if he was on the verge of death.
'Damn it! I… I can't die here!'
'I can't die!'
'My journey has only just begun.'
'Damn it! I don't want to die here.'
'Vinelord! Save me!'
In his heart, Zeka screamed, thinking of Vinelord and immediately called out.
A sigh echoed, followed by a familiar voice: "Don't worry, I won't let you die."
After that, Zeka's consciousness slipped into darkness.
At that moment, Zeka's body was completely under Vinelord's control.
He stood up, took a deep breath, and vines began to pierce through his flesh, stitching his wounds and setting his broken bones in place.
Right then, Zeka's 'permanent buffs' began to activate.
His body started to heal—not too quickly, but still, it was miraculous.
Even as Zeka's body was depleted of strength and energy, the 'permanent buffs' continued to work, constantly helping him recover both stamina and wounds.
Vinelord frowned as he sensed what was happening, mumbling to himself, "It seems you have secrets of your own. That's good—if you're this strong, I can be at ease."
"As long as you have time, perhaps you can help me break free from that seal."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the Orc King appeared, swinging his club at Zeka.
No, more accurately—at Vinelord.
Vinelord glanced at the Orc King, then lifted his arm, and countless vines shot out from the severed limb, wrapping tightly around the club.
BAM!
The club was seized by the vines, and the Orc King frowned, struggling to pull it back but unable to.
He began to feel uneasy. The power of this young man was completely different from before.
Along with it was a wave of dark energy enveloping the entire space, making the Orc King feel profoundly unsettled.
This was exactly why, from the beginning, the Orc King had wanted Garek to run first.
He could sense a terrifying, evil energy lurking deep within this young man.
Now, that energy had fully emerged.
Vinelord glanced at the Orc King and said with disdain, "How would you like to die?"