Chapter 310: Chaotic Zone

"Assassin Bee?" Noan was a little surprised to hear that, and frowned as he asked, "How do you know?"

"Because you have bee pollen on you," Elgar replied with a laugh. "It’s a very faint scent, so faint that even a dog wouldn’t be able to detect it."

"Only those who regularly use it as an ingredient in pill refining would be able to pick it up."

"Should I say you’re unlucky or lucky? The Assassin Bee only sprinkles its pollen on targets it wants to track."

Noan frowned, trying to sniff himself, but couldn’t detect any strange scent.

He then looked at Elgar and asked, "The Assassin Bee... is that the kind with a body as large as a human?"

"Ah! That’s a high-grade Assassin Bee. That type is extremely rare, which is why I’m not sure whether you’re lucky or just terribly unfortunate," Elgar shrugged.

"Normally, an Assassin Bee is only about the size of a five-year-old child. Of course, even then, their strength is around Stage 4 or 5, rank D."

"The Assassin Bee you encountered was probably a Mutated type, having reached rank C, stage 6. The fact that you managed to escape from it means you’re certainly not weak."

Noan shuddered at those words.

A single Mutated Assassin Bee was rank C, stage 6. So what would it be like if he had to face a whole swarm of Mutated Assassin Bees?

That meant his and Vylyss’s chances of victory were practically zero.

Moreover, Vylyss had mentioned that it seemed as though an even more terrifying presence was observing them, yet to reveal itself.

’This world is truly terrifying,’ Noan took a deep breath, feeling a growing sense of unease.

He knew that he had already reached rank D – Perfect, and even possessed Void-level power and skills.

Yet facing that Mutated Assassin Bee, he could still feel a frightening sense of threat.

Especially its speed—Noan couldn’t even see how fast it was moving.

The ’Extreme Challenge Medal’ could only help him bypass defense and increase his resilience.

It didn’t boost his power or speed, which meant he couldn’t afford to be careless or underestimate those bees.

"How do you know about those bees?" Noan asked with a frown.

"I live here. Of course I’d know about them," Elgar shrugged, as if it was only natural.

"How long have you been here?" Noan pressed.

"Hahaha... longer than you’ve been alive, young man," Elgar chuckled. "But you really are unlucky, coming here at a time when there’s nothing left in this place."

"If you’d come here thirty years earlier, this place would still have been an Herb Forest, filled with all sorts of animals and wonders."

Elgar finished speaking with a sigh, his eyes full of sadness and disappointment.

"Before?" Noan frowned, catching a key phrase. He immediately asked, "Was everything destroyed by that dragon?"

"You’ve seen the dragon?" Elgar asked in surprise.

"Yes, I ran into it as soon as I arrived, and was lucky enough to escape," Noan replied.

Elgar nodded lightly and said, "It’s fine, don’t worry. That dragon won’t come here."

"Besides, it wasn’t the one that destroyed this place. On the contrary... it’s protecting this place."

"What?!" Noan frowned in confusion. "The dragon spews fire, burning everything—how is that supposed to be protecting this place?"

Elgar shook his head and sighed. "It’s a long story, perhaps... never mind, you don’t need to concern yourself with that."

"Now that you’re here, you can only stay here forever. The gate out of this world has closed, and can’t be opened again."

"What?!" Both Khorvath and Noan were shocked by Elgar’s words.

Noan frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Elgar just shook his head, refusing to say more, then went back into the cave and lay down on a pile of dry leaves he had woven into a crude bed.

Khorvath looked at Noan.

He looked back at her, then sighed and said, "You should get some rest. I’ll try to learn more about this world."

Noan didn’t want to use force either. After all, Elgar was the only one who knew anything about this place.

Elgar’s personality was quite strange. If they angered or annoyed him, even if it meant his death, he wouldn’t reveal anything to Noan.

Khorvath nodded, then found a place to rest. Noan looked around and continued exploring the canyon.

...

At the Chaotic Zone.

"Damn it!"

In a world filled only with snow, Garek shouted angrily, "Why is such a huge area completely devoid of monsters or zombies?!"

That’s right—he had searched for an entire day, yet still couldn’t find a single monster or even a zombie.

All he found was snow, snow, and more snow.

"Achoo!" Garek sneezed, his body shivering from the cold.

He’d been wandering outside for nearly the whole day, enduring a bone-chilling cold that he was now struggling to withstand.

Now that evening was falling, the temperature dropped even more drastically, pushing him to the brink of exhaustion.

Still, he couldn’t find a single monster to carry out his plan.

This world felt like a dead world. Before, he could at least find plenty of monsters or zombies—now, he couldn’t even spot a rabbit.

"Master, we can’t stay out here much longer. You won’t be able to withstand it. We should find somewhere to take shelter," Orc King said.

Hearing that, Garek let out a long sigh, gritting his teeth in frustration.

Right now, he wanted to return to his territory, but he knew all too well what kind of person Maisy was.

"That bitch has probably set up a trap, just waiting for me to come back," Garek muttered.

Although Maisy was the team leader, Garek couldn’t stand being controlled by a woman.

That’s why he was always trying to compete with her for that position.

Of course, Maisy knew this, but she was so much stronger than him that she never cared much about it.

Now that Garek’s ambitions were obvious, she definitely wouldn’t let him off so easily.

If he went back now, it’d be no different from suicide.

"Damn it! My territory is still there—if I don’t return, that bitch will destroy it."

Garek gritted his teeth, his face full of anger and frustration.

But he had no other choice. If his territory was destroyed, at least he’d still be alive.

If he went back, not only would his territory be at risk, but he himself would be in grave danger.

Garek sighed, then nodded and said, "Fine! Let’s find somewhere else to take shelter."

Orc King nodded, carrying him along with a few surviving Orcs, and they continued moving through the snow.

...

Somewhere else, Zeka was panting heavily after successfully throwing Alex off his trail.

"Damn it! Is that bastard even human? How can he be that insanely strong?" Zeka muttered.

At this moment, he was sitting inside a cave, breathing hard, waiting for his stamina and energy to recover.

Vinelord, the Evil God, had fallen into slumber; now, Zeka was the one in control of this body.

"Shit! Why the hell is that bastard Garek so strong?" Zeka muttered, cursing under his breath.

Even though Vinelord had seized control earlier, Zeka had witnessed everything that had happened.

"What the hell is up with that arm of his? How can it even burn Vinelord’s vines?"

"Damn it! You bastards! Just wait—once I have enough buffs, I’ll kill every single one of you pieces of trash."

"Maisy, Garek, and that bastard who chased me too, I’ll..."

"Hahahaha... Finally found you." Alex’s voice rang out from just outside the cave entrance.

Zeka: "..."

"Damn it! Is that bastard a dog or something? How did he sniff me out here?"

"Oy! If you don’t come out, I’m coming in. Hahahaha..." Alex taunted.

Zeka gritted his teeth, stood up, and slowly walked outside, his gaze fixed on Alex standing in the falling snow.

"You bastard! Do you really want to start something with me?" Zeka said, his face twisted in rage.

"Ah!" Alex scoffed. "It’s not that I want to start something with you—what I want is to tie you up and slowly torture you when I get you back."

Zeka: "..."