Venomancer Of Gaming

Chapter 31: I’m Her Man

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

When he saw Luo Moling smile so proudly, Fatty only had one thought.

Karma worked really fast…

This chick really knew how to seize a chance and had now framed him. Couldn’t she see that Wind Drifting seemed as if he was about to bite someone? Wasn’t she basically letting a dog out of a closed door?

“You’re July’s boyfriend? How come I didn’t know?”

Wind Drifting took a few big steps toward Fatty grandly before he stared at him ruthlessly. That gaze of his was really marvelous. It contained hatred, doubt, and threat, as if he wanted Fatty to shake his head to deny this.

“No, no, no… I’m definitely not!”

As expected, when he saw Fatty shake his head and deny it, Wind Drifting was pleased. He hadn’t expected this big-sized guy to actually be so useless. Pleasantly surprised, Wind Drifting turned his head and looked at Luo Moling with full interest. His pleasant look seemed to be saying, “Look, you can’t bluff with me. This actor you recruited last-minute is very bad!”

However, before he was done feeling pleased, Fatty once again spoke.

“Of course, I’m not her boyfriend. I’m her man!” he said.

The difference between a boyfriend and a man was just a few words, but under certain circumstances, the meaning could be worlds apart. A boyfriend might only have a lady’s feelings, but a man might have a lady’s feelings and body, which was completely different…

It seemed as if he had thrown a bomb. Fatty’s words had shocked everyone greatly. Even Fated Sky and Luo Moling were dumbstruck, let alone Wind Drifting.

She had only wanted to use Fatty as her shield and take revenge on him for kicking her out of the party previously. A move like Luo Moling’s wasn’t rare, but she had never expected that Fatty would admit this and also enhance… the meaning!

“You… You’re spouting nonsense!” After Wind Drifting was done being stunned, he roared. To pursue Luo Moling, he had thought a lot to try to understand her. He knew that Luo Moling definitely couldn’t have a boyfriend. Even Fated Sky, who was with her, was just like an elder brother. How could she have a man all of a sudden?

“I knew you wouldn’t believe it!” Fatty sounded disdainful, which was something everyone could figure out. “That’s fine. To make you give up, I’ll show you evidence!”

“What… What evidence?”

This time, even Fated Sky and Luo Moling were intrigued. Fated Sky looked at Luo Moling in confusion while Luo Moling shook her head, signifying that she really didn’t have any kind of relationship with Fatty. In the end, the two of them shifted their gazes to Fatty.

“Listen carefully!” Fatty enjoyed having all the attention on him, so he increasingly started to talk about the evidence he had. “My wife normally wakes up at 7:00 a.m. She will freshen up and put on a face mask. Then, she will go out for a run. Her bust is 34C. She likes wearing white undergarments and hates red ones. She likes to take a shower around 5:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. When she sleeps, she likes to kick her blankets away…”

Wind Drifting turned paler with every sentence he uttered. Even Luo Moling had turned pale!

What Fatty had said was all true. Luo Moling woke up at 7:00 a.m. and took a shower before she went out for a run. Her bust was indeed 34C, and she liked white and hated red…

If she didn’t know that she had never interacted with Fatty before, even Luo Moling would have thought that this guy was really her boyfriend. She had never told anyone these secrets!

However, she didn’t know that Fatty had discovered all that slowly after being her neighbor for four years and had only said these things now.

As for her tendency to kick her blankets, he had made that up. However, when the truth was mixed with lies, nobody could figure it out…

The more Fatty said, the more alarmed Luo Moling was, the weirder Fated Sky’s gaze became, and the paler Wind Drifting’s face turned. Fatty had originally been on the losing end. Luo Moling had used him as a shield and pushed him to the front of the stage. Thus, how could he let himself down?

In the end, Fatty suddenly stopped chattering and said, “Alas, that’s right. There is one more thing that I don’t know if I should announce. Yesterday, she told me that she was pregnant. I’m now fretting over that. I’m not prepared to be a father yet… Great! Now, I have to worry about money…”

Upon hearing that, Luo Moling had a complete mental breakdown. How had this bastard dared to say all this?

If she didn’t listen to the next part and realize that Fatty was simply spouting nonsense, she probably would have grabbed her weapon and killed Fatty…

However, there was no need for her to make a move. Someone had a mental breakdown before her!

“Goddamn it! I’ll kill you!” Wind Drifting couldn’t listen any longer. His fury had soared and he only wanted to kill the guy before his eyes! He rushed over to Fatty while holding onto a longsword and hacked at Fatty’s character ruthlessly.

“-36”

His damage was not bad, but he later realized that Fatty never lost his head out of fear!

Why would Fatty lose his head? He didn’t have low defense or health and he had high Intelligence. With so many Constitution Points, his health could contend against an ordinary Warrior player. 36 points of damage might be half the health of a Pyromancer or Venomancer, but it was only one-tenth of Fatty’s health.

Since Wind Drifting had taken the initiative to make a move, Fatty wouldn’t be polite. Everyone’s level was around the same now, so there was nothing to be scared of. Plus, he had learned the Venomancer’s first crowd control skill, so he was full of confidence and wanted to test it with someone!

With a wave of his staff, he first released a Poison Sting that hit Wind Drifting. Then, he quickly took a step back to break away from his attack range before he waved his staff again to release the Miasma Skill. He hit Wind Drifting and took off.

There were many players at the entrance of the Bandit Camp Dungeon. Some players had already noticed the strange situation going on long ago. Now that someone wanted to start PK before their eyes, the players got excited. Not only did they watch the fun spectacle in a circle, but they also wished to cause trouble and jeered.

When Fatty started to run, the players along the way quickly evaded him so that Fatty could pass through successfully. Although Wind Drifting wanted to chase after him, he was helpless. After he was hit by the Poison Sting Skill, his movement speed had been reduced by 10%. Hence, the distance between the two of them slowly started growing.

When he counted to five seconds, Fatty stopped and turned around to release another Poison Sting against Wind Drifting. Then, he took two quick steps forward and figured out that the Miasma Skill’s toxic effect would soon vanish. As a result, he stopped and released another Miasma.

Wind Drifting now only had the Cleave Skill that he had learned when he had spawned. That iconic skill of the Death Knight required runes to be executed, but he had not learned any yet. Under the circumstances, unless Fatty stood still and let him slowly attack him, he wouldn’t be able to kill Fatty.

The Level 2 Miasma Skill deducted a total of 32 HP in 8 seconds from Wind Drifting. As a high-level Death Knight, he only had 300 HP at most based on the addition of 1 Strength point and 1 Constitution point. After ten moves, he would be killed by the toxin!

When he nearly lost all his HP from the toxin effect of several Miasma attacks, Wind Drifting got flustered. He knew the PK rules in the Chaotic Era. After the player who attacked first was killed by a counterattack, he would 100% lose one of the pieces of equipment he was wearing. Although the equipment he was wearing was not very good, he had spent a lot of money to purchase a whole body set of Level 10 Normal Rank heavy armor. Each piece had cost him one or two Silver Coins.

Therefore, he didn’t want to chase after him. Instead, he turned around to retreat.

His action naturally caused many players to jeer. Although he was a Death Knight fighting with a Venomancer, he had actually run first. What was this?

However, before Wind Drifting could run far away, Fatty released the Poison Sting Skill again. The sharp green special effect traversed a strange trajectory in the air while chasing after Wind Drifting. When it hit him, Wind Drifting’s speed was reduced again!

This was simply a kind of torture. He couldn’t catch up, yet his HP was slowly drained away. He couldn’t even use the Restoration Potion because as long as the toxin effect was still on him, if he drank the potion, it would be interrupted. Furthermore, no healer could help increase his HP. He could only watch his own HP decrease… The Venomancer’s crowd control skill would cause the player to give up all hope to the point of having a mental breakdown.

Fatty hated Wind Drifting just because he had attacked him first. He had almost caused him to waste his 5 Camp Reputation Points, which had not been easy to obtain. If he’d died, it would have taken him some effort to make up for it.

The last Miasma attack was released, accurately hitting Wind Drifting, whose health had been drained away by the toxin. After a scream, Wind Drifting fell.

When a player died, their soul would break out of the shell and appear in the nearby cemetery. The cemetery had a white murmuring Soul Messenger. Players could choose to consume their equipment durability to directly get resurrected, or they could use their soul state to run back to their body and choose to be resurrected.

However, Wind Drifting didn’t intend to return to pick up his body. He directly consumed his durability and was resurrected.

The PK had ended, so there was nothing to watch. Thus, the surrounding players dispersed, found parties, and entered the dungeon. After dispersing, a lot of people were discussing the earlier PK because they had found out that after a crowd control type of Venomancer gained the crowd control skill, they could cause a headache…

Upon seeing that Fatty was done, Fated Sky went over and asked in a low voice, “Um… Were the things you said just now true? July’s bust is…”

Before he could finish asking, he suddenly realized that Luo Moling was standing behind him, so he quickly went quiet from the shock.

Luo Moling ignored Fated Sky. She instead looked at Fatty and asked, “Tell me honestly. How did you know… that my size is 34C?”

Fatty snorted disdainfully and answered calmly, “There’s no need to ask. I can tell just with a glance!”

Luo Moling lowered her head to look at her chest and couldn’t help but blush. After a while, she gritted her teeth and asked, “Then how did you know that I wake up at 7:00 a.m. every day and go for a run? I just realized that your voice is somewhat familiar. Have you seen me somewhere before?”