My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?

“Enough of your talks, player!” The gray goblin, one of the residents who turned to the hungry demon’s side, roared with impatience.

He extended his small hand toward one of [Vile Evil] members. Using an unknown power, he drew the player closer to himself. His hand let out red sparks, which scratched and dug through the pitiful guys’ skin.

He died in less than thirty seconds. A few more players fell prey to the gray goblin’s scheme, no matter how much they wanted to distance themselves.

Some other hungry demons did the same practices, sacrificing players for their own strength. Their forms surged, becoming mini giants. Their races varied from grotesque goblins to humanoid bear-like existences covered in fur.

They were like monsters from many tales.

All grinned sheepishly after receiving the potent and highly destructive boost. Their eyes shone red like robots, their muscles bulged with veins that moved like worms, and their presences heightened.

Out of all players, only thirty remained. Marvel’s presence didn’t pale compared to the boosted hungry demons’, either.

He stood without any change in his countenance as if this had been planned beforehand. Those practices seemed quite normal in the villain guilds. And those from the top had the wealthy guild masters, who could afford such sacrifices with contracts in real life.

Those fallen guys surely would get more than just spare money soon enough. And because all were already used to such methods, their eyes wouldn’t pop out from seeing the absurd amount of money in their bank apps.

Of course, for the first time, and even a few following times, their eyes nearly burst out with shock. It was highly lucrative to have a top guild, similar to those working for the top guilds whose guild masters were dungeon conquerors or players with epic or even legendary classes.

Marvel looked at the gray goblin, his eyes narrowed, “It’s Mr. Marvel for you.”

“Fuck you,” the gray goblin replied instantly without batting an eye at the villain.

Marvel’s eye twitched, his face turned uglier, and he seemed utterly irked by the hungry demons. Fortunately, Marvel had long since learned that those kinds of hungry demons were just an inferior version.

Most of them would become sacrifices for the most talented existences that could endure and develop the genuine and abundant mass-energy of that peculiar demon’s concept.

If Marvel became one of them, and if he blended his [Achlys’ Follower] class with their concept, Marvel would catch the gray goblin first, torture him with his poisons, then swallow all his hungry demons’ energy.

But for now, the priority was Alex, his robe in the Deathwill Castle, and his hot babes.

BOOM!

From Marvel’s robes, the thick and purple poison came out. This poison stemmed from one of the old venom snakes. That beast was a vast snake that could rival the titans, his fangs produced this highly corrosive poison.

Because of such origins, the purple poison invaded people’s bodies relatively easily and quickly.

“Don’t inhale it, or you will suffer it, piece of shit,” Marvel glanced at the gray goblin before taking steps forward.

The gray creature spat angrily, “Arrogant player! I don’t need your hostility.”

“Hostility?” Marvel scoffed at the goblin’s poor language and choice of words before glancing at his people.

His guild members wore special equipment to not get touched by their guild master’s poison. They were his strongest players and knew how to fight by his side very well…

Their loyalty was also impressive.

Their personalities were opposite as they simply liked to go against the law and see people’s tears. They were a little worse than the usual criminals, yet those players were perfect for Marvel’s game plan.

And as they got closer, they became good buddies who genuinely supported each other. Hence, their future wasn’t that bad unless they turned into a genuine evil path.

While moving forward like a tank, Marvel whispered inwardly, ‘The dense fog from the hungry demons will hide my other two poison types. No one will notice it, for I have gained experience from that rainy forest.

I will paralyze you all, torment, and get my hands on what I want,’ Marvel smiled within himself.

He truly needed the robe Alex had snatched from him during early levels. With his special class, Marvel could turn it into a growth-type item. His clothes looked similar to his early clothes because he actually managed to turn them into such treasures, yet he lacked the main and the most important piece!

His goal was as such… First, he would fake his helplessness… He wanted Alex and even hungry demons to believe that Marvel and his buddies couldn’t face Alex alone.

But in reality, he would slowly invade their bodies with his poison. After Alex defeated some hungry demons, Marvel would take over the scene with his buddies.

After seizing control over Alex and his hot babes, Marvel would force their husband to pass him the robe in exchange for their lives. Of course, Marvel and his buddies had no plans to let them go easily.

But before any of those plans bloomed, Alex’s party took serious moves.

Stella let Alex’s back go. Even though the passive effects were great, she could smell the poison, three types less! She knew she had to go to the sky; move her wings and techniques to secure a safe spot for her beloveds.

“Holy Ground,” After taking the red skies for herself, Stella’s wings spread widely, sending down the waves of powerful winds.

She then called forth her tornadoes. But this time, Stella also laced them with her holiness, making the wind turn golden.

“This… bitch…” Marvel uttered incredulously, gazing at the tornado with dilated eyes.

Even though these two had yet to strike them, the tornadoes were enough to dispel every poison coming from Marvel’s body.

What he thought would be fake… became a reality in less than one minute as Stella Deathwill went against her slothful nature for her beloved’s sake.

Thus, Marvel felt like crying.

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