Bab 61: Funds Collection
At a considerable distance from the secluded alley, Spider-Man, having collected his bounty and nimbly traversing the rooftops, finally allowed his meticulously concealed tension to dissipate, his lithe frame finding a brief respite amidst the town's rooftops.
"Phew, the tingling from being secretly stared at is finally gone. Damn, which villain is after my salary. I still need to pay rent to the landlord, otherwise I would be thrown into the furnace to be reborn! They better not touch my money or I'm gonna put dirt in their eyes!"
Propelled by a powerful leap, Spider-Man swiftly altered his trajectory, skillfully navigating the intricate pathways that led him away from the confines of the town, his departure shrouded in an air of mysterious purpose.
Entering the serene embrace of the forest's shadows, the tightly-clad full body suit he wore gradually unraveled, as if guided by unseen hands, revealing a transformative spectacle: sinuous tendrils emerged from his form, intricately interweaving to craft his distinctive and favorite black bully Maguire outfit, an embodiment of his iconic identity in the fandom.
With the weighty sack of money securely fastened to his back, Peter traversed the depths of the forest with an air of confidence, his stride infused with a playful swagger as he whimsically aimed finger guns at the towering trees, a lighthearted dance of bravado echoing through the tranquil woodland.
In wasn't long before Peter's keen senses guided him to a secluded clearing within the depths of the forest, where a massive boulder lay dormant.
With a swift and calculated motion, his web-shooters sprang to life, propelling strands of resilient webbing towards the boulder's formidable mass, harnessing his superhuman strength to exert a forceful tug that shifted the rock, gradually unveiling a concealed cavity beneath.
Nestled deep within the concealed recesses of the unearthed hole lay a mysterious metal chest, its presence evoking an aura of enigma.
After Peter approached the chest, a slender tendril, like an ethereal extension of his very being, delicately emerged from his finger, seeking entrance to the chest's lock.
With a subtle touch, the tendril gracefully navigated the contours of the keyhole, its intangible essence intertwining seamlessly with the mechanism within. And in a resonant click, the lock relinquished its grasp, surrendering to the unseen power that Peter possessed.
As the lid of the chest lifted, a veil of anticipation lifted, revealing a captivating sight within - an chest full of Ryo, the coveted currency that held sway in this ninja world, for both normal humans and ninjas alike!
Having discreetly secured a few bills for himself, Peter carefully added the remaining stack of hard-earned pay into the depths of the chest, the weight of his actions intermingling with a sense of dissatisfaction.
With a decisive snap, the chest sealed shut, encapsulating not only the tangible fortune it held, but also a whispered greed that lingered in the air, leaving Peter with a sense of relief that washed over him. "With this, the landlord should be satisfied. Damn, I hate paying rent the most, but I can't escape the wrath of the landlord. Hey, I hope I can find some pizza to comfort myself in town."
Having meticulously concealed the hidden passage once more by deftly repositioning the boulder, Peter embarked on a swift retreat into the depths of the forest, gracefully traversing the wooded expanse with the aid of his trusty webs, his nimble swings propelling him closer to the allure of the town's pulsating energy, where an air of excitement and the allure of captivating babes awaited his return.
As the ebb and flow of time remained a mystery, a peculiar couple approached the heart of the forest clearing, their bland countenances seemingly devoid of distinct features, blending seamlessly into the tapestry of anonymity.
The man adopts an alluring guise, reminiscent of a mysterious wanderer.
He wears a sleek black trench coat that cascades down to his ankles, its tailored design adding an aura of sophistication. The coat's collar stands tall, providing an air of enigmatic allure, while the fabric shimmers with a subtle iridescence, hinting at hidden depths beneath its surface.
Underneath, he adorns a form-fitting black turtleneck, accentuating his slender physique. His lower half is clad in dark, fitted trousers, allowing for swift and agile movements.
Completing the ensemble are comfortable, lightweight black boots that ensure silent steps and effortless maneuverability.
Perhaps the only distinguishing feature lies in his penetrating gaze, intensified by his dark eyes that hold a captivating depth, effortlessly captivating those who dare to meet his gaze.
On the other hand, the woman embraces a persona of intellectual intrigue, accentuated by her unique eyewear. She wears a sophisticated ensemble that marries elegance and intellect.
Her attire features a form-fitting, charcoal-gray dress that gracefully drapes around her figure, exuding understated allure. The dress is adorned with delicate patterns that intertwine like intricate webs, subtly reflecting her connection to a mysterious power.
Completing her disguise, she dons a pair of sleek, narrow glasses with slim frames, adding an element of intellectual charm to her appearance. The glasses exude a touch of subtle sparkle, symbolizing her keen perception and insightful nature.
Her luscious brown locks cascade in gentle waves, framing her face with a touch of natural elegance. A warm smile hung on her lips, but the slight aggressive twinkle in her eyes hints at the dangerous spirit that lies beneath her unassuming facade.
With a calculated pause by the towering boulder, the man's hand slid into the depths of his cloak, retrieving a scroll seemingly from within his body.
With an air of anticipation, the man gingerly unfurled the scroll upon the forest floor, as if unsealing a portal to another realm. In a mesmerizing display, swirling smoke exploded from the scroll, and as the smoke dissipated, it revealed a colossal zerg drone. This was the transport drone!
As the ground quivered with anticipation, the transport drone gracefully disappeared beneath the earth's embrace, its sleek form melding seamlessly with the soil.
Time lingered in suspended breaths, each passing second pulsating with the precious energy of transformation.
Then, with a surge of rippling power, the drone resurfaced, its jaw yawning open in a display of unrestrained might. Like a mythical beast unveiling its hidden treasure, the gaping maw revealed a tantalizing sight - the chest, nestled within the drone's gaping mouth.
With an air of unwavering determination, the man's bare hands closed around the chest, his grip resolute as he wrested its weighty form from the transport drone's formidable maw.
A cascade of anticipation shrouded the clearing as he retrieved yet another scroll from his possession, its surface adorned with strictly organized words and strange symbols.
Positioning the scroll before him, his hand delicately traced the labyrinthine ink patterns, the pulsating essence of chakra dancing beneath his touch. As he channeled his energy into the scroll's intricacies, a formidable surge of chakra erupted forth, a tempestuous wave of power that reached out, embracing the chest with ethereal chakra cloak.
In a moment of mesmerizing unity, the chest yielded to the pull of the chakra-infused scroll, drawn inexorably towards its enchanted embrace. With a final surge of mystic energy, the chest was sealed within the scroll's mystical confines, disappearing from reality.
Just when the man was stashing away the scroll, in the midst of an ethereal silence, the tranquil equilibrium shared by the duo, the man and his female companion, was violently shattered by a sudden intrusion of unfriendly men, their presence heralding an impending storm.
"That fool, prancing around with his bag of money. We've hit the jackpot, boys!"
"I can already taste the ryo. This idiot won't know what hit him." The air filled with a chilling aura as the voice's words concluded, leaving behind a lingering trace of malevolence accompanied by a haunting symphony of greedy laughter.
Their footsteps echoing amidst the rustling leaves as they tirelessly pursued their quarry - an unsuspecting fool who flaunted a bag of money in plain sight.
Amongst their crude banter and boisterous laughter, the bandits reveled in their imminent triumph, confident that the coveted riches would soon fall into their clutches.
Yet, in a sudden twist of fate, their attention shifted, fixated upon an unexpected duo concealed within the shadows of the woods. Their gazes locked onto the woman, the embodiment of vulnerability amidst the wilderness.
"Ohoh? Lucky us, stumbling upon a helpless lady in the middle of nowhere. Maybe we can have a little fun before we claim our prize." A wicked grin curled upon the lips of one of the bandits, his lustful desire made manifest in his suggestive words, for stumbling upon a woman in the midst of nowhere seemed an enticing twist of fortune.
"Oh, you know how I love playing with women. It's been a while since we had such an opportunity." Another bandit grunted with a sinister grin.
"She'll be ours to play with. I can't wait to relieve this urge." Another bandit rubbed his hands lustfully.
"This is going to be fun. Let's give her a taste of our power before we take everything they have." Another bandit joined in with a malicious laughter.
"Hey, lady! Lost your way, huh? How about we show you a little hospitality?" Leaning into the shadows, his voice dripped with a toxic blend of disrespect and unbridled desire, taunting the lady with a venomous undertone.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't be shy. We won't bite... well, not too hard. Prepare yourself, darling."
Sinister laughter echoed through the air, enveloping the scene in an eerie symphony of malevolence, as the bandits closed the distance, their steps infused with predatory intent, their dark souls hungering for dominance and gratification.
A chilling aura of danger permeated the air as the bandits approached. Driven by their lust and hubris, they relentlessly pursued their ill-fated quest, oblivious to the danger of the silent wanderer.
The man's piercing gaze fixated upon the marauding interlopers, an unfathomable abyss devoid of emotion that mirrored the unyielding resolve within his soul.
A subtle mutter escaped his lips, a mere whisper of disdain, questioning the futility of their endeavors, "Dare to covet my woman? Why bother?"
With a flicker of unseen power, a tempestuous tide of sentient insects surged forth from the man's body, an ominous wave towering into the skies before crashing down to engulf the stunned bandits from all sides, ensnaring them in an otherworldly grip.
"What?! Nin-Ninja?! No- Argghhh!"
The once boisterous cries of the bandits, now replaced by anguished screams, reverberated through the forest, intertwining with the mournful lament of nature itself.
Minutes later, the torture ended with the bandits stripped of their flesh, their futile pleas for mercy echoed in the ethereal forest, their skinless bodies collapsing to the unforgiving ground.
A horrifying scene unfolded, a testament to the twisted fate that had befallen the bandits. It was also a testament to the growth of the master of the bugs, his precise control allowing him to dictate the life and death of his victims.
As the bandits' final weak pleas for life resonated through the trees, an unexpected horror emerged from the depths of the earth. A colossal zerg drone, a monstrous creation born of nightmare and primal instinct, burst forth with an insatiable hunger.
Its gaping maw devoured the remnants of the fallen bandits, their torment finally silenced by the merciless jaws of the relentless abomination.
In the aftermath, the forest stood as a solemn witness to the enigma that had unfolded, the echoes of suffering and chaos seeping into the very fabric of its being.
The man, his countenance revealing no trace of remorse, turned to his companion, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.
In the quietude that followed, the passage of minutes whispered secrets of transformation and mastery. The transport drone was returned within the confines of yet another scroll, its imposing presence hidden from the realm of mortal sight.
As he gazed into the distance, a knowing gleam danced in the man's eyes, reflecting a blend of anticipation and triumph.
With an almost imperceptible motion, he turned his gaze towards his enigmatic female companion, their connection woven through shared purpose and unspoken understanding. "Let's go, Shina."
"Yes, Kano-sama." Like a flicker of mystery in the depths of twilight, his female companion gracefully responded to his command, a captivating smile tugging at the corners of her lips, hinting at hidden layers of intrigue.
Melting into the forest's verdant embrace, the duo slipped away from prying eyes, their footsteps muffled by the secretive whispers of nature.
As they embarked on a journey towards the town, their hearts aflutter with the anticipation of spending their newfound funds.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone