Villain Ch 270. Mysterious Voice
"Be careful everyone!" Mac's voice rang out, filled with caution and urgency. The group instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, ready for any potential ambush from the elusive villains. Their eyes darted around, scanning their surroundings for any signs of movement, but the sea of players remained eerily still.
"I think you're just overthinking, Mac," Greg chimed in, a hint of skepticism lacing his words. He couldn't resist teasing Mac for his habit of over-speculation, poking fun at his tendency to imagine worst-case scenarios. He turned to Yora, a playful smile on his face. "Right, Yora?" he asked, seeking her opinion to back him up.
But then, his smile disappeared once he realized Yora was nowhere to be found. Panic bubbled up within him as he frantically scanned the area, his eyes darting from player to player, searching for any sign of his missing comrade. "Where is she?" Greg asked, mirroring Mac's confusion. The rest of the team joined in the search, their eyes sweeping in all directions, desperately trying to locate their lost friend.
As they scoured the surroundings, their confusion deepened. They noticed something strange happening simultaneously—the NPCs were vanishing. Mac's heart pounded wildly in his chest. He knew deep down that this was the villains' doings, but he couldn't comprehend how they had managed to approach them and corrupt not only their friend but also the NPCs.
The team gathered together, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. Mac's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. "This can't be a coincidence," he muttered under his breath.
"Look what you're doing, Greg! Because of your stupid comment, they got Yora!" a voice that sounded like Mac's rang out between them. The words hung in the air, filled with accusation and frustration. Mac's eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation. It was his voice, but it didn't feel like his own. Confusion swirled in his mind as he glanced at Greg, whose face contorted in a mix of surprise and anger.
Greg, who had been holding back his jealousy, couldn't contain his frustration any longer. He slammed his ax to the ground in a display of intimidation. "What do you mean, Mac?! How could you say this is my fault?!" he retorted, his voice filled with displeasure. The tension between them escalated, adding to the already chaotic atmosphere.
The commotion didn't go unnoticed by the other players in the vicinity. Their attention shifted from the disappearance of the NPCs to the heated exchange between Mac and Greg. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowd, creating a buzz of speculation and confusion.
"That's not me, Greg. I think someone has messed with us!" Mac explained, his voice firm as he tried to make his friends understand his point of view. He knew he had to clear the air and resolve the tension before it escalated any further.
The others couldn't say anything, their faces reflecting the confusion that swirled in their minds. It did sound like Mac, but they knew he had never spoken in that accusatory manner before. However, just because he hadn't done it before didn't mean he couldn't now, right? Uncertainty gnawed at their thoughts as they struggled to grasp the situation.
Greg, though, wasn't so easily swayed. He scoffed at Mac's explanation, the displeasure evident on his face. "Right. Now you try to pass the buck to someone else," he retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm. He was fed up with the situation and felt like Mac was trying to avoid taking responsibility for their current predicament. "And let me guess, you will blame the villains again, right? It's very easy," he continued, adding a mocking tone to his words. The annoyance in his heart grew, fueling his anger. He felt betrayed by Mac.
"But this might have something to do with them," Mac reminded Greg, his voice tinged with urgency. He could sense that his friend's anger was clouding his judgment, and he wanted to make him understand the gravity of the situation.
"Really?" Greg replied, his voice heavy with skepticism. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Mac, filled with anger and a hint of betrayal. He couldn't help but feel the urge to challenge Mac to a duel, to release the pent-up frustration coursing through his veins. Unfortunately, the timing couldn't have been worse, as they were currently in the middle of a crucial event.
Their argument sent ripples of discomfort through the entire team. The tension was palpable, threatening to unravel the cohesion they had built over time. Each member of the team could feel the strain in the air, and they exchanged concerned glances, unsure of how to defuse the escalating conflict.
Realizing the detrimental impact their dispute was having on the team, INeedAHotGF interjected. "Guys, we are in the middle of an event," he implored, his tone filled with a mixture of worry and frustration. His eyes darted back and forth between Mac and Greg, his concern evident. "How about we table this discussion for now and focus on finding Yora? She's our priority at the moment," he suggested, hoping to redirect their attention to the pressing matter at hand.
"I agree," chimed in Lord*Hunter, breaking the tension with his calm and collected demeanor.
"If you guys really want to settle this with a duel, I can set up a stage for you later," Arrow_Master added with a playful smile. He was the peacemaker in the group, trying to maintain harmony even in the most challenging situations.
Greg glared at Mac, still holding onto his displeasure. "Tch! Fine," he grumbled reluctantly. "You owe me a duel, Mac!" Greg's words carried a mix of annoyance and frustration, leaving no doubt that he wanted to settle their differences with blades clashing in the virtual arena.
With their disagreement momentarily put on hold, they refocused their attention on finding Yora. The urgency of the situation pushed aside personal conflicts, reminding them of their common goal and the friendship they shared.
As they searched for any signs of Yora's whereabouts, a sly laughter echoed from above them. It wasn't the sinister laughter of a male villain they had grown accustomed to; instead, it belonged to a woman. The unexpectedness of this twist sent a chill down their spines, raising the stakes of the event even higher.
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