Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger!

'Appraisal.'

[Name]: Veiron Alfedar

[Level]: 182

[Occupation]: Former Adventurer (Emerald)

[Class]: Scoutn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Skills]: [Blink Strike Lv.5] [Bloody Stab Lv.5] [Lacerate Lv.5] [Poison Cut Lv.5] [Sidestep Lv.5] [Parry Lv.5] [Stealth Lv.5(Uncommon)] [Riposte Lv.5(Uncommon)] [Mad Pierce Lv.5(Uncommon)] [Shadow Troupe Lv.4(Rare)] [Unholy Empower Lv.4(Rare)]

[Strength: 250]

[Intelligence: 210]

[Agility: 310]

[Dexterity: 325]

[Stamina: 180]

[Vitality: 225]:

[Wisdom: 140]

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Upon checking the so-called deputy leader's attributes, Shye merely sneered in disdain.

'Explains why they're hiding underground. Just a small bunch of nobodies trying to make it big.'

Although the deputy leader's Agility and Dexterity stats were higher than his, equipping his greatswords not only bridged the gap but actually turned the advantage in his favor.

Hence, Shye wasn't threatened by this Deputy Leader Veiron at all.

"Hahaha! An invader huh? I do find your confidence interesting. Also, I would like to commend you for making it this far, brat." Veiron said with renewed confidence upon realizing that his opponent was a mere young man in his 20s.

After all, how strong would a young man be?

Although he wasn't stupid and was sure that Shye was some sort of highly talented rookie, he didn't believe that mere talent could bridge the almost two-decade age gap between them.

The young man was probably someone who got wind of their operations and wanted to play hero to gain fame and rewards.

Naturally, Veiron would be all too happy to teach the arrogant ashen-haired young man in front of him a lesson about naivety and delusions of grandeur.

The tuition fee? His life!

"However, this is as far as you go. Do you actually believe you can wipe our syndicate out by simply defeating the squadron leaders? Hahahaha! Naive! I shall teach yo–?!"

Veiron's words were rudely cut short as the blades of Shye's greatswords gleamed right in front of his eyes.

If not for his insanely fast reflexes which he obtained as an ex-scout-class adventurer, his head would've already been split horizontally in two.

"Hahaha, if you died because of your incessant yapping, how funny would that be, Deputy Leader Veiron?" Shye said with a mocking smile, utterly infuriating his adversary.

Gnashing his teeth in anger, Veiron spoke: "You ignorant little fool…Fine, since you're so enthusiastic about dying quickly, let me cater to your wishes!"

After saying a few words out of anger, the deputy leader nimbly dashed forth, not scared of facing the young man who was obviously a warrior in a head-on battle.

Upon reaching the optimal distance, Veiron nimbly sidestepped before slashing his dagger toward the ashen-haired brat's neck.

Shye had to admit, Veiron's speed was commendable, however, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

To avoid prolonging the fight, he pretended he couldn't keep up with the deputy leader's movements.

Then, just before the blades of Veiron's dagger made contact with his neck, Shye activated his skill, [Stoic], to prevent the deputy leader from cutting his neck off before grabbing the middle-aged man's wrist.

"Caught you, delusional old goat!"

Shortly after, Shye pulled on Veiron's wrist hard, lifting him in the air before slamming him down on the ground.

"Puhaahk!"

Naturally, the deputy leader vomited blood due to the impact.

Unfortunately, before Veiron could even recover, Shye continued doing the same thing over and over, ruthlessly slamming Veiron left and right.

Then, after a good while of thrashing, he spun three times before letting go of the deputy leader's wrists, causing the middle-aged man to crash violently on the rocky walls of the sixth floor.

This time, Shye didn't hear even the slightest groans of pain from Veiron.

Well, how could he, when the man's eyes had already rolled back and he was foaming at the mouth?

"Phew…I'll take that, thank you," Shye muttered as he retrieved the deputy leader's spatial bag.

He then tied Veiron up and left him at a corner before proceeding towards the next floor.

'Regardless of whether Shirley is here or not, I'll do the world a favor and get rid of these scummy people…' Shye resolved as he descended the stairs.

He wanted to loot Veiron's room, however, he could always do it later after checking whether Shirley had been captured by the bastards or not.

Hence, he decided to confront the syndicate leader first.

Arriving at the eighth floor, Shye's blood ran cold upon seeing two monstrous creatures kept in separate cages—both of the apex (B) rank.

This could only mean that the syndicate leader was at least as strong as an (A-) monstrous creature.

As for exactly how strong, Shye could only test the man in combat to find out.

Temporarily ignoring the two monstrous creatures who were probably for sale, he continued walking towards the staircases, quickly descending with an anxious heart.

He wanted to immediately see what the dastardly syndicate leader was up to, but at the same time, he feared that he would be too late.

Halfway into the ninth floor, Shye heard moans from lots of young women, instantly making his heart race wildly and prompting him to descend the stairs faster.

Upon arriving, he witnessed something that instantly made him see nothing but red.

"You bastard, I'll never succumb to your filthy wishes!" Shirley said with one of her breasts exposed.

"Heh, fine. Consider yourself tough, you little bitch. However, I'm done waiting for you to ripen up. I shall violate you today and make you crave for my–?!"

Sensing lethal danger from behind, the syndicate leader who had short black hair, a muscular physique, and a not-so-pleasing facial aesthetic swiftly dodged to the side without even looking.

Shirley was initially confused at what was happening, however, upon seeing the familiar handsome face of her ashen-haired lover, tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks as she exclaimed: "Shye!"

Shortly after, she fainted in relief, fully knowing that her lover would take care of the rest.

"You rotten old bastard…you dare touch my woman?! I'll make you go through so much hellish torture that would make even the devil himself wince."