chapter 122 kaelith teasing

Kaelith's Bold Exit & Lysara's Explosive Rage

Kaelith stood with his arms crossed, watching Lysara with a lazy smirk. The tension in the air was thick, and the flickering lanterns in the dimly lit alley cast long shadows over them.

> "Well, I'm off. Got more things to do."

His voice was casual, almost indifferent, as if he had all the time in the world, completely unfazed by Lysara's fuming presence.

She didn't respond. Her sharp eyes bore into him, filled with frustration and confusion.

Kaelith turned, making it seem like he was about to leave—but then, with a sudden and fluid motion, he spun back around.

Before Lysara could react, he leaned in, closing the distance between them in an instant.

A soft peck.

His lips brushed against her cheek for a split second, but the act itself sent a shockwave through her entire being.

For the first 0.1 seconds, her mind went blank.

For the next 0.2 seconds, she processed what had just happened.

And at 0.3 seconds… her rage detonated like an explosion.

> "Y-YOU BASTARD!!"

Her voice cracked through the night as a deadly aura erupted from her, making even nearby players and NPCs freeze in place.

Kaelith, already anticipating her reaction, took one swift step back, dodging the wild punch that sailed right past his face.

> "Tsk tsk, such violent tendencies."

His voice was filled with amusement as he took another step back, his playful smirk never fading.

Lysara whipped around, her eyes burning with absolute murder.

Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, her breathing ragged from pure fury.

> "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!"

Her roar was so fierce that a few nearby NPCs stumbled backward, while some players watching from a distance whispered among themselves.

Kaelith simply laughed, his figure already melting into the shadows.

> "Relax, sweetheart. Just a goodbye gift."

His wink was the final push Lysara needed.

> "DAMN YOU, KAELITH!!"

She lunged forward, but by the time she reached the spot where he stood, he was already gone—his laughter echoing in the cold night air.

Lysara stood there, her chest heaving, her fists trembling with sheer fury.

> "The next time I see him…"

Her eyes glowed with resolve, her voice dripping with vengeance.

> "HE. IS. DEAD."

Kaelith's Thoughts—A Game of Power and Control

The dimly lit alley stretched ahead, shadows twisting like grasping fingers. Kaelith walked with silent confidence, his boots barely making a sound against the cobblestone path. The town of Green Haven was alive with murmurs, distant cheers, and clanking metal—players and NPCs going about their business, unaware that their future was being shaped by a single man lurking in the dark.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced upward, his sharp eyes taking in the towering structures of the town. This place, a bustling hub for adventurers and guilds, was ripe for the taking.

His fingers traced the edge of his cloak as he walked, his mind playing through the pieces of his ever-growing game of power.

> "Malthor, Lysara… you both think you matter."

His golden eyes gleamed with cold amusement.

> "You're just pieces on my board, moving where I need you to be."

He chuckled under his breath, his pace unchanging.

Malthor, the cunning NPC, was nothing more than an opportunist.

> "That old bastard is smart… but he's not untouchable."

Kaelith had met his kind before—men who sided with power, but only for as long as it benefited them.

> "He thinks I don't see it? He'll betray me the moment a better offer comes his way."

A glint of cold calculation flickered in his gaze.

> "That's why I'll never trust him."

His fingers clenched slightly as he exhaled, dismissing the thought.

And then there was Lysara.

The once-proud vice guild leader of Diamond Breeders. A woman who had been admired, respected—feared, even. Yet now, she was nothing but a castaway, humiliated by her own people.

Kaelith's smirk deepened.

> "Lysara… you might be different."

He tilted his head, considering.

She had potential—unlike Malthor, who was already set in his ways. Lysara still had room to grow.

> "You hate those fools who betrayed you… I can use that hate."

His expression softened, but only for a fleeting moment.

> "Loyalty, though… that's another thing entirely."

He would test her. See if she was worth keeping.

> "If she proves herself, I'll trust her."

A dark gleam flickered in his eyes.

> "And if she does… I'll destroy anything that stands in her way."

But if she failed?

> "Then she's just another pawn to be sacrificed."

Kaelith finally stopped walking, standing at the edge of the town, gazing at the buildings illuminated by the moonlight.

The town was alive, unaware of the storm brewing beneath its surface.

> "This town… will belong to me."

His low chuckle broke the silence, a sound that sent a shiver through the players nearby.

One of them, a rookie adventurer, glanced at him nervously before whispering to his friend,

"Hey… is this game letting in mental patients?"

Kaelith didn't even glance their way.

Instead, he smiled—a predator watching his prey.

> "Let the game begin."

A faint chime echoed in Kaelith's ears as he opened the game menu. The glowing interface floated before him, a stark contrast to the dimly lit town behind him. Twelve hours had passed—twelve hours of manipulation, deals, and deception.

> "Tsk… I got too absorbed again."

His fingers hovered over the log-out button, but he hesitated. His gaze drifted back toward the bustling town—his town.

> "Malthor is in place. Lysara is shaken but useful. The major guilds are bleeding gold. Everything is moving according to plan."

A slow smirk played on his lips before he finally pressed the button.

[LOGGING OUT IN 10 SECONDS]

The world around him dimmed, the bustling noises of the city fading into a distant hum. His character's body stiffened, standing completely still as the game system prepared to eject him.

[3… 2… 1…]

A bright flash engulfed his vision, and then---

Author note : then what happened haha haha

Ethan : sorry guys author got bited by dog