Chapitre 127: 127. Plowing the Thugs. [1]

127. Plowing the Thugs. [1]

Logan surveyed his surroundings, finally spotting the Nymphs who had deceived him. "Oye, you bastard! How the fuck do you think you can pull shit like that on our sister?! Now you're gonna pay, big time." The notorious group of Nymphs had been using the same trick to deceive other Arborets.

"If only I had my <Maskman> ability," Logan pondered, feeling the difficulty of resisting their illusions. Given their awareness of him, fighting off a horde of Nymphs wouldn't be a walk in the park.

To make matters worse, Logan's current soul strength wasn't documented. If he found himself in trouble again, he wasn't sure if he'd survive. And the pheromones emanating from the Nymphs were fucking potent. The more he inhaled their seductive fragrance, the worse his condition became. He had no choice but to observe them from a distance.