Chapter 134: The Storm Descends As Hilda observed the sizable group of Devil’s Rising players drawing closer to her position, her delight was tinged with anxiety.
The last thing she wanted was for them to recognize her and risk Lord Schrodinger’s displeasure. It was crucial for her to remain incognito while exacting her revenge.
Lord Schrodinger had made his terms crystal clear to her: she was free to pursue her desires and interests as long as they didn’t create any complications for him.
With determination burning in her eyes, Hilda’s fingers danced across the interface as she accessed her inventory. She rummaged through her belongings until she found a treasured recipe she had acquired before —a blueprint for a titanium mask.
This was the perfect solution to conceal her identity and keep her true appearance hidden from the enemy players.
Hilda wasted no time. Her fingers moved with deftness and precision as she followed the recipe’s instructions to forge the titanium mask.
Sparks flew as she manipulated the crafting system, and piece by piece, the mask took shape. Its surface gleamed with a metallic luster, and the intricate design hinted at the craftsmanship behind it.
Once the mask was complete, Hilda took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. This was her chance to blend in, to become an unrecognizable avatar among the crowd.
She could only slap her head when she hadn’t thought of this before.
She quickly donned the titanium mask and adjusted it to fit her face snugly.
But the mask alone wouldn’t suffice. Hilda knew that her armor might still give her away. Determined to leave no room for error, she accessed her crafting menu once more.
With a few swift selections, she changed her armor into a set that concealed her distinctive features and matched the imposing presence of the Devil’s Rising players.
Hilda marveled at her newfound appearance in the virtual mirror. Her true identity was hidden behind the titanium mask, and her armor now masked her body’s contours and features. She had become an enigma, a player unidentifiable in the crowd.
Hilda stood in awe of her new disguise, basking in the virtual glow of her transformation. Her titanium mask was fitted snugly to her face and concealed her identity effectively, and the imposing armor she now wore hid her familiar contours, making her virtually unrecognizable.
As she took a moment to admire her reflection in a virtual mirror, other players took notice of her suddenly appearing out of nowhere like that.
Her new appearance had caught the eyes of many, and some couldn’t help but snicker behind closed fists. All of them couldn’t recognize this masked figure that appeared suddenly to the previous Hilda.
"Is that . . . Thor?" one player laughed, their eyes widening at the sight before them.
Another nodded in agreement, amusement apparent in their voice. "It sure looks like Thor, and check out that massive hammer she’s wielding!"
Hilda’s new armor exuded an aura of power and strength, and the colossal hammer in her hand seemed like a force of nature waiting to be unleashed.
Hilda heard the comparisons and couldn’t help but grin beneath her titanium mask. The resemblance to the legendary figure of Thor, the Norse god of thunder, was well-welcomed in her ears.
However, she had to wonder why she was compared to a man when her beauty could easily pass as a Valkyrie. She was definitely a Goddess! Not a brute God!
The players continued to whisper among themselves, their mocking laughter evident.
Hilda ignored them. She was now ready to confront Devil’s Rising with her new identity. She prepared to extract her long-awaited vengeance with the strength and determination of a graceful goddess.
As Devil’s Rising continued their fervent search for Lord Schrodinger and his group, their voices reverberated through walls. They shouted and interrogated other players, demanding to know the whereabouts of their targets.
"Where’s Victor and his group?!"
"Where is he?!"
"You better tell me now, or I will punch you on your face!"
However, the tense atmosphere took an unexpected turn when Hilda emerged on the scene, her newly forged titanium mask concealing her true identity.
Her armor exuded an aura of power and intimidation, and the giant hammer she wielded was a symbol of her strength.
The Devil’s Rising players couldn’t contain their reactions as they caught sight of Hilda’s appearance. They exchanged incredulous glances, and their voices lowered, their earlier bravado giving way to confusion and amusement.
One of the Devil’s Rising players, unable to resist the urge to taunt Hilda. He stepped forward and sneered, "Well, well, what do we have here? Thor decided to join the party, did he?" His tone dripped with mockery as he pointedly gestured at Hilda’s imposing hammer.
His comrades joined in, their laughter and jeers aimed at Hilda’s expense. "Look at her, trying to be all heroic. What are you doing here?"
One of them chimed in, chuckling. "I guess even superheroes need a break from saving the world, huh?"
Hilda remained composed behind her titanium mask, her expression hidden from view. She didn’t allow their taunts to ruffle her composure.
Instead, she calmly scanned the group of Devil’s Rising players, her eyes locked onto Broody.
She’s going to reserved him last.
Hilda’s muscles rippled beneath her armor, and an intense red glow pulsed around her, casting an eerie light in the room.
The spectators in the vicinity watched in wide-eyed astonishment as her figure grew more imposing by the second.
The Devil’s Rising players who had been taunting her mere moments ago could only gape in disbelief as the scene unfolded before them. The air grew heavy as a sense of impending doom hung in the air.
Without warning, Hilda sprang into action.
With a swift, fluid motion, she swung her giant hammer through the air, its path tracing a deadly arc toward her unsuspecting targets.
The sheer force of her attack was awe-inspiring, and her hammer connected with a devastating impact. The room quivered as Hilda’s strike struck home, and a wave of destruction emanated from the point of impact.
Half of the Devil’s Rising players were caught completely off guard, their HP bars plummeting to zero in an instant.
A deafening silence enveloped the area. The ground was littered with the avatars of the fallen Devil’s Rising players, their forms vanishing into particles.
The shock on the faces of the onlookers was palpable, and they struggled to process the unprecedented spectacle that had just unfolded before them.
Seconds passed like an eternity, and then, as if a spell had been broken, a collective cry of alarm and panic erupted from the surrounding players.
They pointed and screamed in unison, their voices filled with terror and disbelief.
"A HIDDEN BOSS!"
The realization that Thor lookalike had dispatched twenty of their comrades with one fell swoop had sent shockwaves through the fortress.
Panic spread like wildfire as players scattered in all directions, desperately trying to escape the wrath of this unexpected and formidable adversary.
However, despite their best efforts, a massacre became an inescapable reality. The moment Hilda unleashed her attack upon the players, she invoked her own domain of power.
. This domain wielded its own rules and she have absolute control, sealing off all avenues of escape and nullifying any attempts to use teleportation abilities until she chose to cancel her domain.
Broody who was leading the charge for Devil’s Rising along with the other guilds who had joined his ill-fated expedition, suffered a devastating EXP penalty. This penalty left them reeling, forcing them to start their virtual journeys anew from the very beginning.