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nVillain Ch 445. Montages And Tactics

nAfter their passionate encounter, Larissa and Allen cleaned up the remnants of their connection, his white liquid, and her virgin blood. It was a tender and affectionate gesture that underscored the depth of their feelings for each other. Their actions were filled with both care and vulnerability, a silent acknowledgment of the significant step they had taken together.

nThe leather sofa, fortunately, had been forgiving of their passionate encounter. With meticulous attention, they carefully cleaned any traces of their intimacy, ensuring that no evidence remained. It was a task that brought them even closer, strengthening the connection they had forged earlier that evening.

nFollowing their private moments together, they decided to step out for a brief dinner, choosing a cozy restaurant where they could continue to savor each other’s company. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they relished their time together.

nThe evening wore on. It came time for Allen to bid Larissa farewell. She extended an invitation for him to stay the night in her room, her eyes filled with longing and reluctance to let him go. However, Allen explained that he had early morning commitments that couldn’t be postponed.

nAllen returned to his apartment in the middle of the night, his thoughts filled with the passionate encounter he had shared with Larissa. Exhausted physically, he collapsed onto his bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

nThe next morning, the soft rays of the sun filtered through his curtains, gently coaxing him awake. He stretched lazily, savoring the warmth of his bed for a few precious moments longer before he got up the bed.

nBut it wasn’t the prospect of a relaxing morning that had roused him from slumber. Instead, it was the anticipation of something he had been eagerly awaiting since the previous day: his own DNA test.

nAllen quickly got ready for the day ahead. He showered and dressed in a casual yet presentable outfit. As he headed out of his apartment, he couldn’t help but check his phone for any messages. A text from Alex popped up on the screen. He had coordinated their plans, and it seemed like Alex was ready to pick him up.

nWith a sense of anticipation, Allen made his way down to the lobby of his apartment building. The lobby was quiet, with only a few residents passing by, lost in their own morning routines.

nAllen exchanged a few more text messages with Alex, confirming their meeting point and discussing the day’s agenda as he stood at the entrance. Minutes passed, and Allen’s phone buzzed with a message from Alex, indicating that he was nearby. He pocketed his phone and watched as a car pulled up to the curb.

nAllen approached the luxury black car, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of surprise and nervousness upon seeing Mr. Jordan already seated inside on the back seat. He hesitated for a moment but decided to maintain a respectful tone. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝑙．𝑐𝘰𝘮

n“Um, good morning, sir,” Allen greeted Mr. Jordan as he climbed into the car and took the empty seat beside him. His voice carried a hint of formality, unsure of how to address the man who might be his biological father.

n“Morning, Allen,” replied Jordan with a casual and friendly tone. He couldn’t help but notice Allen’s nervous demeanor, and it was clear that the situation was making the young man somewhat uncomfortable.

nThe car’s interior exuded luxury, with plush leather seats and polished surfaces. Allen couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place, given the opulence of the vehicle and the unexpected presence of Mr. Jordan. This was Allen’s first time in a luxury car that was worth a mansion like this.

nThe morning sun bathed the city in a warm glow as the luxury car smoothly navigated the congested weekday traffic. Allen and Jordan settled into their seats, ready to discuss the recent events or everything on their minds.

n“I thought we would meet there,” Allen remarked, breaking the silence as the car cruised along.

nJordan, seated beside him, explained, “That was the initial plan, but after I saw how you handled the event last night, I decided to meet you.” He praised Allen for his performance, particularly his clever tactics during the Ront City event. He couldn’t help but draw a parallel between the game events and the real wars of the past.

nAllen, curious to hear more, asked, “What do you think?”

nJordan chuckled as he acknowledged the challenges they faced. “It was a good tactic. But we have to release your footage when you slip in the gate in your slime form and change into your original form.” He admitted the challenge the company had faced in explaining the sudden appearance of the devil emperor in the city. Releasing the footage had been their way of providing an explanation to the skeptical player community.

nAllen nodded in understanding. “Oh, sure. That tactic certainly bothered them, and the players certainly demanded some explanation from you,” he admitted, appreciating the necessity of providing context for the players. He hadn’t given it much thought at the time, but it made sense to clarify the circumstances surrounding his infiltration. Moreover, Allen remembered he hadn’t been the sole slime that had managed to breach the city gates during the chaotic opening. At least ten slimes had infiltrated, and most players had overlooked them in the midst of battling higher-level monsters, making it easier to explain.

nJordan confirmed, “Yes. But the players have settled now, and several videos containing montages have been released to explain what happened.”

nAllen couldn’t help but smirk, recognizing the dual purpose of such montages. “And you also use the montage to attract more players,” he guessed. It was a shrewd move, aimed at drawing in a particular type of gamer. Rather than being leaders with courage or fighters with exceptional combat skills, these players tended to be observers who excelled at strategic thinking. They preferred analyzing the situation and planning tactics over direct combat, making them ideal for orchestrating complex strategies.

nThis type was usually the observer type who would sit or stand behind and pay attention to the surroundings. This type of person was suitable as a strategist.

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