Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

The shamans began to feel a surge of motivation from Bernard’s words. His voice struck them like a chain of invisible thunder—swift, powerful, and unyielding.

Suddenly, an energy blast hurtled toward them, but the armored knight raised his shield just in time to block it.

*BZZRRT! FWOOSH! BOOM!*

Bernard unleashed another thunderbolt at the Faravark. It hit, forcing the creature to run eastward—straight toward where Marco was fighting.

The two injured guards struggled to their feet, while Belinda hurled another healing ball at them, doubling their recovery.

”Bernard stop throwing your lightning,” Daniel said straightforwardly, eyes fixed on him. ”You’re provoking them toward us.”

Everyone turned their gaze toward Daniel. Some looked at him in disbelief, while others remained silent, waiting for him to finish his words.

”Huh? You’re telling me to stop? Don’t you see Master Marco, Daniel!” Bernard said, raising his chin and pointing toward Marco.

Everybody shifted their gaze toward Marco, a staff strapped to his back. He was battling four faravarks at once, hurling lightning strike after strike—combining every form he knew into a continuous barrage.

Daniel gritted his teeth. ’I know he is fighting alone but there’s something wrong here—something I don’t fully understand myself. How do I even tell them?’

”Status,” he whispered under his breath.

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{ Temporary buff: 20% Damage Increased [ 1m11s ] }

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*BZZZRRT-FWOOSH-BOOM!*

Brad fired a lightning bolt at a Faravark, barely missing it.

”I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t see our master get triple-teamed,” Brad said, charging up for another strike.

”Come on guys, let’s show them the power of thunder!” Bernard barked.

Daniel’s words had no effect on them—they were more inclined to aid their master than stand frozen like statues.

Of the ten shamans, eight stepped forward, leaving Daniel and Molex behind.

Daniel glanced at Molex. ”Hm? What about to you? Don’t you want to help Master?”

”Hm! Uh... N-nothing, it’s just that I haven’t mastered my first form yet. Nothing else...” Molex lied.

Daniel ignored him and scanned the area again. The two injured guards were fully healed, now on their feet and marching toward Marco to provide support.

His comrades ran east, lightning crackling in their palms as they unleashed it in a continuous shower. The guard who had been protecting them moments ago joined the eight shamans, adding his strength to their defense.

”Agh, Molex it’s not safe to stand here,” he said, rushing toward Belinda.

Molex stammered. ”W-wait... don’t leave me alone.”

The tide had turned drastically. With the support of his students and two armored guards at the front line, Marco now held a clear advantage over the four Faravarks.

”Master we are right behind you, go and kill them!” Bernard shouted, hurling another bolt of lightning.

”Yes Master! Kill them!” Vraden roared.

The Faravarks began to scatter in different directions, but Marco spotted a clear opening in one. He fired a lightning bolt that struck its legs, stopping it in its tracks. Without hesitation, he dashed forward and slammed his staff down onto its head.

*BANG!*

The Faravark’s skull shattered in an instant, its eyes bursting from the impact and its tongue partially severed by its own teeth.

A moment of silence fell over the jungle—until another energy blast struck Marco. Before he could react, it was already too late.

*BOOM!*

Marco soared through the air, descending from such a height that it took him five seconds to hit the ground.

”Master!!”

”Master!!”

Though Marco landed hard on the ground, he twisted his body, rolling and using the momentum to spring back to his feet.

*Rub-Rub*

”Tch! It was my favourite grey tunic,” he muttered, rubbing the scorched fabric.

”Master are you alright!!?” Zushio shouted.

Marco raised an arm. ”Yes, I’m fine.”

A green, glowing grass ball landed beside him, bursting into a vibrant plant that healed the scratches on his shoulder.

*Howl!-Howl!-Howl!*

Suddenly, the Faravarks’ howls echoed from the north and east. In an instant, Marco spotted a glint from a bush and immediately hurled a lightning bolt.

Meanwhile, from the north, Daniel caught the same flash and charged his own lightning, sending it streaking toward the bush.

*BOOM!-BOOM!*

The blasts collided violently with the Faravark’s energy attacks, sending sparks flying in all directions.

As they fired, they revealed themselves from the bushes, but one thing was certain—there were more than four now.

’Wait... don’t tell it’s somewhere near us,’ Marco thought, scanning the area.

”Status,” Daniel whispered.

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Name: Marco Z Dante

Age: 42

HP: 5940/6000

Mana: 3640/4000

Description: A disciplined yet impulsive person, driven by a passion to teach and a desire to create a lasting legacy.

{ Temporary Buff: HP increases by 10 per second }

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’How the hell did he absorb all the impact?’ Daniel thought, impressed.

Part of Marco’s tunic around his shoulders was burned in a circle, exposing his skin.

’It must me hiding near, but where,’ Marco thought, narrowing his eyes.

But he didn’t see anything besides the Faravarks, their angry growls sharp and calculating as they waited for an opening.

Meanwhile, the two guards at the front speared a Faravark, driving the weapon into its stomach. They then lifted the spear and lodged it into a tree, leaving the creature dangling.

”Niharin!” One of the front guards shouted.

Marco sprinted toward the front line without hesitation.

”This time I won’t let you escape,” he muttered charging into the jungle.

At the same time, Bernard’s group unleashed a storm of thunder toward the north.

*Zap!*

”Agh!” Bernard screamed.

The other shamans turned and saw Molex stepping forward. Daniel’s eyes widened in shock at what Molex had done.

”Why did you do that, Molex?!” Pise shouted.

”You’re burning the nature, Stop it!” Molex shouted back, his words cutting through the chaos.

Bernard clenched his fists, turning back in rage. ”Molex, are you a fool!? There are these deadly creatures lurking around us! We have to kill them before they kill us.

Don’t get in our way.”

Bernard spun, lightning arcing across his palm. The others mirrored him, their hands glowing with raw, pulsing energy.

*Zap!*