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Chapter 421: Lanchi Discovers it was All the Fault of the Great Lover Poet
Chapter 421: Lanchi Discovers it was All the Fault of the Great Lover Poet
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The Great Lover Poet silently gazed at Head Jailer Melissa, who was lying on the ground, and decided not to say anything more, feigning ignorance.
Now he finally understood where the dissonance was coming from.
If he wasn't mistaken, the most suitable jailer for this level should be a low-attack, high-defense, counter-damage knight.
The enhanced phantoms would pose no threat to someone with robust vitality and defensive capabilities. As it would be difficult for two tanks to determine a winner in a prolonged battle, and the initiative to escape lies with the jailer, overseeing this level of the prison would be extremely safe.
On the other hand, the Protoss Empire should never have assigned a high-attack, low-defense glass cannon to the crucial position of jailer for the fifth sub-level. Such an arrangement would only result in mutual destruction with the phantom, leading to death upon the first encounter.
Setting aside the Protoss Empire's regard for Seventh Rank powerhouses as an extremely rare and powerful asset, the inner security of the Hellrom Prison was of utmost importance, and they wouldn't compromise it by placing a jailer with extremely low adaptability here.
Judging from Head Jailer Melissa's performance, her attack power didn't match that of a Seventh Rank, which aligned with Lanchi's initial suspicions.
This also implied that she should possess robust vitality, as she wouldn't collapse like a candle in the wind with every slight movement.
Most likely, her overall condition wasn't poor.
Each time she collapsed, it was after the Great Lover Poet had spoken.
This jailer didn't seem to be a battle maniac at all but rather a super masochist.
Not only was she reveling in the delightful sensation of her wounds rupturing, but she was also relishing the sound of the Great Lover Poet's voice as a perfect seasoning to her experience.
A profound silence enveloped the corridor, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze as well.
"You... guessed it?" Melissa managed to turn her head and fixed her gaze on the Great Lover Poet, her eyes narrowing.
Sensing the poet's gaze upon her, she began to tremble slightly, but her face remained as cold as ever.
From the moment she had heard the voice of the black-haired, green-eyed girl in the office, she had felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure unlike anything she had experienced in her life, so overwhelming that it made her dizzy.
However, she also knew how shameful it was to have her innermost desires seen through by the poet.
Her family background and education did not permit such ugly predilections.
"Since you won't die, I don't have to worry anymore." The Great Lover Poet sighed in relief, a hint of helplessness in her voice.
Head Jailer Melissa was stunned.
She had expected the poet to ridicule or despise her, to view her as disgusting, but instead, the other party had accepted her actions with surprising tolerance.
That angelic figure, pure and pristine, coupled with a voice akin to a devil's, was enough to make her soul wander in confusion.
She stared at the Great Lover Poet, her pupils quivering slightly.
A nameless emotion began to surge within her, threatening to overwhelm her.
At this moment, she ought to have expressed gratitude or treated the poet with sincerity.
But once the boulder in her heart had been pried open, she couldn't bring herself to stop.
While she had initially believed she could control herself, now, even if it meant death, she yearned to indulge in this experience.
Melissa swallowed hard and stood up, facing the Great Lover Poet. "What about your phantom? I can help you get rid of her."
"My phantom is too weak," the Great Lover Poet replied, scanning the surroundings. "With you nearby, she's probably hiding somewhere, fuming with anger, but she definitely won't show herself."
"If she's too weak and keeps hiding from us, we might have to spend a long time searching for her in this maze. Phantoms maintain an absolute cognitive understanding of the maze's terrain and changes, so actively finding her will be extremely challenging."
"Head Jailer Melissa continued, "Ever since I started following this black-haired, green-eyed girl, I haven't encountered my phantom at all. I initially thought it might have been dealt with, but now it's clear that it's being extra cautious and is fully aware of my location. It's deliberately hiding and won't engage in a battle it knows it can't win."
"So it's better if I deal with her alone," the Great Lover Poet sighed.
While having the Head Jailer clear the path would be convenient, the fact that they hadn't been able to find the poet's phantom meant that they couldn't satisfy the condition to reach the Minus Sixth Layer.
The job of an intern jailer in Minus Five Layer was to sweep away all phantoms.
"That's out of the question. If I leave you alone in the depths of this maze, there's a high chance you'll die," Head Jailer Melissa shook her head and then fixed her gaze on the poet. "Just increase your battle intent and bring her to her strongest state. Only then will she likely come out to fight."
"She might become an Eighth Rank," the Great Lover Poet said hesitantly.
Although the Head Jailer's assessment was correct, even if the poet reached Eighth Rank, his panel would be similar to Cat Boss's group. Without strength, magic, or knowledge of martial and magical skills, he might not be able to win against a Fifth Rank in a head-on battle. However, correspondingly, no one knew what level of adjustment would be made to the Great Lover Poet's talent attribute multiplier at the Eighth Rank.
"Don't worry, I can roughly tell that your strength and magic are extremely low. Even if you're in a Seventh or Eighth Rank state, you probably won't have much offensive capability," Head Jailer Melissa said, her voice quickening as if she couldn't wait. "I'm strong! Just increase your battle intent, and leave the rest to me!"
Melissa's eyes took on a hint of an unprecedented hue as she urged the poet. Her gaze was both confused and filled with an indescribable longing, and each breath she took seemed heavier than the last.
Merely listening to the poet's voice through the mask was a completely different experience for her, and her brain felt stimulated in a way she had never known before, leaving her yearning for more.
She dared not imagine the pleasure she would feel if the magic sound girl were further enhanced.
To be able to fight such an opponent, even death would be a sweet release! Standing before this black-haired, green-eyed girl, Melissa felt her inner desires spiraling out of control.
"Your current emotional state might be a little dangerous," the Great Lover Poet said worriedly, eyeing Head Jailer Melissa.
He felt that her mental state was unstable, and even the previous layer's Head Jailer Selena had been in a better condition.
"Please, I'm begging you," Melissa pleaded, unable to heed the poet's warning. Like a patient craving a drug, her body leaned forward involuntarily, as if some force deep within her was pulling at her, a force that both terrified and compelled her.
"You really need to calm down," the Great Lover Poet whispered, trying to persuade her. Ever since the entrance exam at Ikelite, when he had caused the examiner Ferret to have a brain hemorrhage, he had been extra cautious about using his emotion-amplifying effect on humans.
"Stop talking nonsense! Don't push me, I'm carrying out my duty to sweep this place! Summon her out now!!" Despite Melissa's efforts to maintain her composure and dignity, it was clear that she was losing her rationality.
(End of Chapter)
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