Bab 1161: Onto the gala of the gods

With swift and decisive action, Michael dashed towards the orc, his sword a blur of motion. In one fluid movement, he swung his blade, cleanly severing the orc's head from his body. The orc's clone fell to the ground, lifeless, as Michael stood, his expression unyielding.

The system chimed in with notifications, acknowledging his victory.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing the orc's clone. The reward is 4000 Experience points and 400 Badass points]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 5000 Badass points]

After dealing with the threat, Michael's attention turned to the golden energy cage that still held his hollow armor. He regarded it for a moment before shifting his gaze to Fayeth, who stood next to the cage, her face a mixture of relief and weariness.