The Demon Lord’s Unlikely Team

The voice was deep and hearty, carrying an honest bluntness, resounding like a clap of thunder from a clear sky.

It drew Lin Ran’s gaze towards its source.

From the wooden house emerged a burly man, nearly two meters tall and built like a bear, shouldering a massive hammer wreathed in flames.

Lin Ran’s eyes lit up.

He recognized this person.

More precisely, it was his classmate.

Even an old acquaintance.

Indeed, it was Wang Pangzi.

Lin Ran was very familiar with his ability; he was a [Flame Mage] who had made a name for himself early on in their group chat, recognized as one of the undisputed powerhouses.

And then…

[Flame Mage – Wang Pangzi]

The information about him automatically materialized in Lin Ran’s mind.

So that’s it. In team mode, one could see their teammates’ abilities.

This discovery brought a measure of calm to Lin Ran’s heart.

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Relying on their prior acquaintance from school, coupled with Lin Ran’s trust in Wang Pangzi, he was the first to descend.

However, upon reaching the ground, he noticed that Wang Pangzi’s wooden house seemed subtly different from his own.

Wang Pangzi’s house was adorned with several torches, perhaps to highlight his identity as a Flame Mage.

Outside one wooden house stood two small stone statues, while another was surrounded by a profusion of various plants, far more aesthetically pleasing than the weeds in front of other houses.

The final wooden house, however, exuded an eerie aura, with a skull hanging by its entrance and wisps of purple mist swirling around it.

These distinctively styled wooden houses clearly belonged to owners with equally diverse personalities.

Judging by Wang Pangzi’s torches, the architectural styles of the wooden houses likely corresponded to the inhabitants’ abilities.

In contrast, his own wooden house…

It was utterly unremarkable, devoid of any distinguishing features.

‘Could it be that he truly was just a blank slate?’