F*ck the plot

Seeing Liz summon a Level 30 Hellfire Rhino-Cat, the audience erupted in shock.
Lily and Marsha danced with glee: “Good job, Liz! Tear that brat apart!”

Elaina’s calm shattered—desperation flickered in her eyes.

Her hastily cast Wind Shield shredded like paper under the Hellfire Rhino-Cat’s claws.

A wave of scorching heat surged—she barely dodged—but was still thrown back, crashing hard onto the deck.

Before she could rise—the beast lunged—its maw snapping toward her right hand, where she held her staff.

“Danger!”

Krystin realized it—Liz’s intent was cruel.

For a sorceress, the right hand was essential for casting.
If Elaina lost it—her magical career would be over.

“Wind Spirit!”

At the last second, Elaina cast a speed-boost spell—barely evading the bite.

Yet unless she killed this beast—her hand would be severed.

ROAR!

The Hellfire Rhino-Cat targeted again—lunging once more.

Watching that frail, battered figure stumble under relentless attacks—on the brink of death—

Black’s heart tightened.

He’d fought Hellfire Rhino-Cats many times in-game—knew their fatal weakness.

But logic told him—this life-or-death moment was crucial for Elaina, a growth-type protagonist.

Like other novel heroes—at such a crisis—they’d often break through or gain sudden insight, boosting their power.

If he intervened—he might ruin her growth opportunity.

In game lore—Elaina died by Jiaye’s hand.
This duel? She wouldn’t die—just suffer a heavy defeat.
But it made her mentally stronger.

His interference could alter the plot.

As he hesitated—Elaina slipped—struck by the beast’s massive claw—slammed to the ground.

Blood spilled from her mouth.

“HAHAHAHA!”

Mocking laughter echoed—her sisters’ voices cold.
Around her—indifferent onlookers.
Before her—the beast’s bloodthirsty maw.

For the first time—Elaina felt helpless.

Just like when she watched her mother beaten to death before her eyes.

She didn’t want to die. Didn’t want to be crippled. She still had revenge to take.
But… she was so tired.

After her mother’s death—no one cared about her anymore…

Her vision blurred—memories flashed.
Then—a figure appeared before her.

That figure said: “From now on—it’s yours.”
And handed her the precious Obsidian Nectar.

So kind. That was the first gift she’d received since her mother’s death.

Truthfully—she hadn’t said everything that day.

It was her birthday.
She cried not just from being bullied—
But because she knew—another birthday would pass alone.

After her mother left—no one sang to her. No one gave gifts.

So when, after years—she received a birthday present—she nearly wept.

But she held back—afraid that guy would mock her.

I wish I could talk to him again.

Perhaps fate connected them—as the Hellfire Rhino-Cat’s claw descended—

Her gaze met Black’s across the chaos—
Her ice-blue eyes flashing rare vulnerability, pleading for help.

Like a stubborn little bunny showing its soft side for the first time.

That single look—sealed Black’s decision.

To hell with the plot! I can’t take it!

Since arriving in this world—he’d endured too much.

If he stayed passive—he’d regret it forever!

At least this once—he’d be selfish!

“Your Highness—borrow your sword.”

Without waiting—Black snatched Alice’s red longsword.

Then pulled out his stored Obsidian Nectar—downed it in one gulp.

The Obsidian Nectar wasn’t just a breakthrough material—
It temporarily boosted physical stats.

“You’ll only die.”

Seeing his determined back, Alice’s delicate brows furrowed—voice complex.

The boy before her seemed transformed—cold, lethal.
No longer the laid-back youth.

But could a Level 10 pirate fight a Level 30 Hellfire Rhino-Cat?

Black didn’t answer. He raised the red sword—aiming at the beast.

Softly—said three words:

“Three strikes will suffice.”

Those words shook Alice and Karina deeply!

As he spoke—Black’s form became a crimson lightning bolt—tearing through the air.

His red sword exploded with light—ancient dragon patterns swirling across the blade!

Alice’s personal weapon—Crimson Soul Sword—was a rare 5-star weapon.

With his Level 10 swordsman skill? He couldn’t match the beast.

But with this 5-star weapon—and knowledge of its weakness—

Could three strikes kill it? Worth a try!

The sudden crimson light stunned everyone!

Its brilliance drew the Hellfire Rhino-Cat’s attention—halting its attack on Elaina, focusing on the light.

“Interesting! So interesting!”

Duke Gran laughed heartily. A Level 10 pirate daring to interfere—trying to be a hero?

Tonight’s Martial Duel was unbelievably dramatic!

Logically, as host—he should stop this.

But to him—entertainment above all!

Elaina looked up—heart pounding violently.

She saw it—that familiar silhouette!

Still so reckless!

Just like when he jumped into the sea for magic materials.

So confident. So decisive.

She knew his strength was worse than hers—yet she believed in that boy.

The Hellfire Rhino-Cat, seeing a human, roared—spitting three giant fireballs!

They rose with melting fury!

“Ah!”

Krystin recognized Black—gasped in shock!

She never expected him to be so impulsive—fingers unconsciously gripping her skirt.

Cyril, son of a Round Table Knight, was shocked.

He admired Black’s courage—heroic.

But disagreed with such recklessness.

In mid-air—dodging fireballs was nearly impossible—like a sitting duck!

One person cackled wildly—Rampant Wolf Seth.

“Fool! A Level 10 weakling dares—”

Seth’s mockery cut short.