Chapter 241: Blade Scale, Aura Transformation

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Blade Scale, Aura Transformation

Targeted by the Lizardman.

Seraphina Sullivan’s thoughts raced as she made an instantaneous judgment.

’Run!’

She didn’t hesitate.

The instant the Lizardman finished speaking, Seraphina spun around.

Facing a Lizardman of unknown strength who was clearly prepared for a hunt, fighting recklessly would be no different from suicide.

’I have to get away from him, now!’

Seraphina pushed her tenfold speed to its absolute limit.

Like an arrow shot from a bow, she plunged deep into the dense forest.

She planned to use the forest for cover and evade the Lizardman’s hunt.

Her movements were sudden and extraordinarily fast, leaving nothing but a swirl of fallen leaves in her wake.

The Lizardman clearly hadn’t expected The Rabbit to react so decisively.

He froze for a second, then licked his lips and let out a low, raspy laugh.

"Heh... So cautious. You didn’t even try to attack."

As he spoke, the scales on his arms and back instantly seemed to grow sharper and more defined.

The scales glinted with a cold, metallic light, like countless tiny, sharp blades.

This was one of his racial Talent Abilities: Blade Scale.

It allowed him to transform his scales into blades for both offense and defense.

If Seraphina had been paralyzed by fear, or had rashly tried to counterattack with her Fierce Kick Skill, the moment her foot touched his scales, it would have been sliced clean off.

"But..."

The Lizardman stared in the direction Seraphina had vanished.

He dropped to all fours, his body low to the ground in a classic predator’s stance.

Then, the powerful muscles in his hind legs exploded with force.

"Even if you run, where can you go? This forest... this is a Hunter’s home turf!"

Before the words even faded, his figure blurred into a green streak, rapidly pursuing the faint Aura and traces Seraphina had left behind.

A frigid killing intent closed in on her.

...

Meanwhile, in another area of the dense forest.

Yana Yates!

The Level 5 Player who had single-handedly orchestrated the forced gathering in the Death Arena.

He was currently looking rather disheveled as he darted between thick trees and tangled vines.

A stark contrast to his usual Weak and Pitiful persona.

His handsome face was now contorted with malice and frustration, completely devoid of its usual pitiable charm.

Even for him, this was his first time entering the Death Arena dungeon.

His original plan had been both vicious and precise.

He had used a rare item, the Connection Card, to target every Player who had survived the Junkheap Ruins dungeon and forcibly dragged them into a new dungeon of his choosing.

He had planned to use his absolute Power to dominate everyone in the dungeon and slowly smoke out the person who had ruined his scheme.

Then, he would torture them to death in the most brutal way imaginable to vent his fury.

However, things rarely go according to plan.

He had painstakingly chosen a dungeon he thought would be easy to control and perfect for a massacre.

But he never, ever expected the Death Arena to be an extremely unusual Rule Dungeon.

Here, the authority of the Disaster Game’s system was suppressed to a bare minimum by the rules of the native world.

The advantage granted by his high Level—Level 5—was now drastically weakened.

If his Level hadn’t been so high, he probably would have ended up like the other low-level Players—all his Talents, Skills, and even his Storage Space completely sealed away.

’Damn it... at least I can still use one of my Talents.’ Yana Yates felt the single remaining flicker of Power within him as he sprinted, which calmed his nerves slightly.

But this was a far cry from the scenario he had envisioned, where he would be in complete control and free to exact his revenge.

Right now, he didn’t have the luxury of time to slowly track down the Player who had ruined his plans.

He’d long heard of the fearsome reputation of Rule Dungeons. Here, the slightest mistake could lead to utter disaster.

Even he had to be on high alert and handle everything with extreme caution.

Just like right now.

His sharp hearing picked up the sound of heavy footsteps and a violent Aura approaching from behind him.

He changed direction without hesitation, speeding up to hide in a dense thicket of bushes, holding his breath and focusing intently.

A monster nearly three meters tall, its body covered in a rock-like carapace and its hand gripping a giant bone club, rumbled past not far from where he was hiding.

Its crimson eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for prey it could crush.

Yana Yates watched the monster depart and cursed inwardly.

Now he was forced to scurry and hide from these powerful, unknown "Tributes," just like the "ants" he’d once looked down on.

In this brutal arena, the roles of Hunter and prey could reverse at any moment.

His plans for revenge were on hold. Survival was now his only goal.

This left Yana Yates feeling utterly frustrated and enraged.

’Just wait until I find you... or else...’

A cold glint flashed in Yana Yates’s eyes. He buried his killing intent deep within and continued to move like a ghost through the treacherous jungle.

...

The Lizardman halted its frantic chase, a flicker of confusion and impatience in its cold, slitted pupils.

He cocked his head, forked tongue flicking rapidly through the air, trying to catch that faint, barely-there Aura.

"Hiss... Strange."

Just ten seconds ago, he could still clearly hear The Rabbit snapping dry twigs in her panicked flight and feel the currents of air she stirred.

But in a single instant, all traces of her seemed to be erased by an invisible hand. The living, breathing target had vanished from his senses.

"Don’t tell me... this little rabbit actually dug a burrow and escaped?"

Annoyed, he began to examine the ground more closely, searching for any overlooked tracks or traces.

He didn’t know that at that very moment, Seraphina was holding her breath, curled up in the dense canopy of a giant tree right above his head.

Although the rules of the Death Arena suppressed her Talents and Skills, preventing her from using core Talents like Worker, it seemed that some of the physical items she had equipped—those not directly powered by the system’s Energy—had not been completely disabled.

’Thankfully, the Effect of items like the Transformation Ring still works.’

Seraphina felt a surge of relief, focusing all her will on maintaining the ring’s third Effect—Aura Transformation.

This third Ability didn’t alter her appearance. Instead, it distorted and concealed her life signature—her Aura, her body heat, and even the tiny sounds she made.

It was like donning an invisible Disguise, allowing her to blend almost perfectly into the environment.

This was precisely the reason why the Lizardman had suddenly lost her trail.

Below, the Lizardman continued its reluctant search, its sharp claws scraping impatiently at the ground.

Seraphina’s heart was in her throat. She knew that if she were discovered, being in the tree would leave her with no escape.

However, a turning point soon arrived.

"ROAR—!"

A deep, powerful roar echoed from nearby, instantly capturing the Lizardman’s full attention.