We were in an enclosed cave, with little to no sunlight and only my torch to illuminate the way. I sprinted before the stranger and shielded her from the dragon’s gaze before it could cast [Poisonous Curse].
"Don’t worry, I’ll save you, princess!" I yelled.
Monster Name: Poison Dragon
Damage Reduction: 50%
Recommended Party Size: 21
Poisonous Curse [Active]: Immediately deal true, piercing magic damage and imbues permanent [Poison X] status on an enemy that caught its aggravation.
Casting cost: 5%MaxHP
*True damage: Damage that ignores Defense and Resistance
*Piercing damage: Damage that ignores shield.
*Magic damage: Dealing damage based on [Magic] stats, can be lowered by Resistance
*Poison X: Removes 100 HP every 3 seconds until death or nullified.
Dragon’s Scales [Passive]: Immune to every negative status effect.
With a perfect skill to put [Poison X] onto its target, this dragon could easily kill anyone with just one stat on magic damage. The source of this content ɪs novel⚑fire.net
I didn’t expect anyone to be in the Poison Dragon’s cave because no one could ever solo this boss! But that’s alright, her stupidity didn’t matter. You know what did? Look at her boobs.
Exactly, they’re freaking huge! Like, the size of my head, EACH! Of course, avatars are customizable, but that still is a good enough reason for me to play knight in shining armor.
I then heard her calm, casual voice echo through the cave.
"Why, is this enemy hard to defeat?"
Oh god, an actual idiot! What do you mean by asking if this enemy was hard to defeat? Just look at its skills and level! God, these new players get dumber every day.
With that being said, the dragon didn’t care that it was going to murder two low-level scrubs, so it opened its mouth to roar at me.
I focus up, I don’t even blink when the attack finally comes, as its mouth brightens a green color.
The dragon’s attack landed on me, and the curse surely must’ve hit me, but I smirked when I saw that my HP was 48 instead of 49.
I jumped right in front of the dragon with both arms open wide.
"You can not defeat me! Look at the item on my hand, moron! We’ve been through this at least a thousand times! I learned your attack intervals!"
In my hand was a simple, rusty silver knife that no one knew about; this was the singular item with the lowest purchase rate in the entire game of [Darkmoon Adventure], both the PC and VR versions.
The dragon shrieked again, casting [Poisonous Curse] on me.
And there I was, standing on top of the dead dragon, which killed itself after casting [Poisonous Curse] 20 more times and spending 100% of its own HP.
"That’s amazing!" The stranger spoke up, and I turned towards her.
She was a [Ranger], a speed-focused class, based on the swiftness shoes and starter hood. Her hair was that of long white snow, and she looked charming up close, with these realistic video game graphics.
"How did you do that?" She asked, "The enemy died without you even touching it!"
With a prideful smile, I approached her.
"What essentially happened was. This item, The Fool’s Knife, can damage its users. Considering that you can’t take two instances of damage on a single frame, and this game runs on sixty frames per second, it prioritizes the instance of bigger damage, so I can inflict myself using the knife to overwrite the dragon’s... Yadi yada, you probably don’t understand."
After running my throat dry and realizing halfway that the woman was staring at me blankly, I stopped explaining.
Instead, I walked right over to her, raised my hands and squeezed her boobs, twice.
"Boing boing, fehehe." I smirked pervertedly, with my teeth showing and my face creasing upwards, almost distorting it, "You’re welcome, m’lady."
God, I love Virtual Reality.