Villains' Sisters Yearn for my Copious Mana

Chapter 16: The twins' path!

In the meantime, the flames and water burst out around the forest.

On the left side, Zamira's fire continuously spread worse than wildfire. She was in heat, her tanned body shining as sweat specks illuminated her beautiful curves. In such a beautiful state, Zamira used her fire to its utmost proficiency.

Her element turned into a fire wall, muddling the hearing, seeing, and smelling senses. She didn't even need to do anything else, for monkeys no longer could locate her, let alone approach flames.

Some players followed Zamira, for she left a thin gap behind.

Although it might look like a safe route should things turn south, the reality was significantly different.

"This girl really has a good body. Is she a model in real life?"

"I don't know. Either way, she must've lucked out in the tutorial. I don't understand how someone can make such a mess at the beginning of the game. It's like we are in the middle game or close to the end game."

"The game's concept is already sick. It's not weird for some stars to appear at the beginning. We, unlucky peasants, can only leverage them!"

That was when Zamira turned around, still wearing her odd mask.

That peculiar object didn't suit her at all. At least the beginner shirt and pants were somewhat passable, particularly the former, for the sweaty shirt stuck nicely to Zamira's chest.

However, players utterly despised the mask because they couldn't see the lady's gorgeous face! She surely should have beautiful looks with such a body.

But as Zamira stared at them through the mask's gaps, the players suddenly felt like they had fallen into her hands.

And that was the reality.

Zamira lifted her hand elegantly like a mistress looking down on… peasants, "I leverage your existences here. Not the other way around."

And with those words, the flames coalesced around her hand. At the same time, the fire wall blocked the only escape route for players, shutting them down in Zamira's domain.

Her draconian eyes shone red.

"S-Stop it! Let us turn around! Come on! I don't want to die again!"

"Same! It hurts every time we die! Girl, you have to understand us!"

"You will also beg once in your gaming time, you know? The karma will return and help you if you let us go!"

The players begged as they could see Zamira's intent in her unique eyes.

They didn't want to fall because of a few things.

First, it hurt. The game developers allowed players only to slightly lower the pain sensors. Thus, if the damage was great or life-threatening, it would hurt severely. In the game world, many players tasted the pain of breaking bones or getting a strong punch straight in the head for the first time.

That was one of the first controversies of the Torim World. Yet, the three families simply controlled the media with their big wallets, so it was nothing serious.

And their goal of having such a system was simple; to develop the real players. If a fake player grew scared of feeling pain, then he would never grow up into a real one.

Secondly, dying costed items and time. The latter was not high as there was just an hour ban. But losing items hurt players, wasting more time as a result.

And lastly, it was lame to wake up and see other players gaming while you could only watch them.

Zamira didn't reply to their requests. No matter how much they begged her to let them go, Zamira's flames continued to roar. At last, it soared like a phoenix, swallowing players entirely.

The Flames Of Truth assessed that those players were worse than ants, killing them in the blink of an eye.

Zamira turned around, ignoring the messages of her leveling up, new skills, and other rewards. Those were all fake, so she didn't care.

But the words of those players left some thoughts behind in Zamira's heart.

The words of her begging other players to let her go.

For some reason, Zamira couldn't imagine herself in such a situation. As a dragon, she had her pride. Many dragons wouldn't be able to imagine themselves bowing before other existences.

Of course, as the clear-headed woman, Zamira saw life from many perspectives.

Yet, the image of her new friend that helped her escape slavery often flashed in her mind whenever she recalled the words of her victims.

Because of that guy, Zamira couldn't imagine herself losing, let alone him.

His mana was… too copious and good.

Zamira's cheeks flared up as she remembered the most shameful event of her life, herself whispering how good someone's else mana felt on her body. Her little sister's voice helped her alleviate that peculiar emotion.

Alice's screams were much louder back then.

But as Zamira thread forward, she failed to notice that her flames became stronger each time she recalled that time.

And they became stronger simply because they were flames of truth, after all.

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On the right side, Alice swathed herself in water torrents. They coiled around her like dragons she and her sister were. In fact, this technique imitated what Alice liked the most, which was cuddling her elder sister.

The water infinitely swirled around her, seemingly having its own consciousness. Each time the stone fell her way, the water extended forth like a snake, shattering the futile attempts to wound its master.

In the meantime, Alice continued sprinting forward without any care in the world. She was like an epitome of freedom, smiling brightly beneath her mask.

Her body also exuded freedom, for she was a pretty fast dragon!

No one could keep up with Alice, so she didn't have accompanying players like her elder sister or new friend.

But Alice didn't care, for the mountain's peak was her goal.

She was the first one to pass the first challenge.

[Congratulations on passing the first challenge!]

[You have received-]

"I don't care about those rewards! What's the next challenge?!" Alice laughed loudly, forcing the system to tell her about the next challenge.

There was a chance that some prerequisite would block her before advancing, so Alice kept her attention to the system.

Fake rewards did not matter, for Alice knew she wouldn't receive real mana from them. If she did, she would feel it naturally, so there was really no point in checking the system messages.

[The second challenge: Kill fifty red monkeys and shatter ten monkey statues!]

[Tip: You can find the statue through-]

"Easy!" Alice grinned, picking up the pace she had lost just now to read the system message.