Sean Chandler’s perception of the Woman with the Red Umbrella wasn’t about her race, but rather the scent of a unique Power.
In other words, Sean Chandler had caught the scent of the Divine.
This person might be one of Its Beloved, just like him.
’This is a master.’
’And very likely, a master whose actions are unpredictable.’
However, this was clearly not the time to investigate.
The acid rain, the monster tide, the battle between giant beasts in the distance... any one of them was lethal enough.
Brandon Barton lowered his voice, warning the men in the group in particular, "This woman clearly possesses an extremely powerful Spirit Charm-type Talent, and it seems to be especially effective on men. If you don’t want to become a walking corpse or wander into the acid rain on your own, keep your eyes to yourselves! Don’t look at her!"
Sean Chandler, Victor Sharp, and the others nodded grimly and deliberately looked away.
Lily Holloway and Charlotte Carter also felt a wave of discomfort.
The woman’s Charm seemed to have a minor effect on those of the same sex as well.
However, Brandon Barton’s warning was easier said than done.
Samson Sharp and Larry Olsen felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling and gnawing inside their hearts.
An irrepressible itch and curiosity constantly urged them to sneak another glance at that brilliant red figure.
It was as if the ultimate temptation in the world was hidden beneath that umbrella.
The two could only desperately restrain themselves, veins bulging on their foreheads as they visibly struggled.
But the Woman with the Red Umbrella, who was being watched by numerous gazes—some wary, some fearful, some infatuated—seemed completely oblivious. Or rather, she simply didn’t care.
She elegantly held the oil-paper umbrella that seemed to ward off all filth with one hand, while her other slender, pale hand gently twirled a lock of her hair. Her enchanting red lips pouted slightly, tinged with a lazy impatience, as she offered her assessment of the desolate wasteland:
"What a... filthy and uninteresting dungeon."
Her voice had a strange magnetism, as if it could scratch at the very tip of one’s heart.
"As far as the eye can see, there’s nothing but ugly monsters that make my eyes hurt. Even the air is filled with the Aura of decay and despair... Aren’t there any more pleasant, eye-pleasing playgrounds?"
Her complaint sounded like a noblewoman finding fault with a ball that wasn’t lavish enough.
The tone formed a bizarre and eerie contrast with the hellish scene around her.
Her words were spoken lightly, yet they made the hearts of every Player who heard them sink.
A being who regarded such a dangerous dungeon as a "playground" and clearly sought "pleasure" and "eye-pleasing" sights.
She herself was the greatest uncertainty and source of danger.
Just as all the Players were, openly or covertly, spectating the eerie Woman with the Red Umbrella and the distant battle of the giant beasts, another change occurred in the sky.
The grayish-yellow acid rain that had covered the land, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, began to rapidly contract!
The curtain of rain pulled back toward the center of the battlefield at a visible speed, its area shrinking until it stopped completely.
The outside world was once again exposed to the dim daylight, with only the residual acid in the potholes and the pungent smell in the air proving that the catastrophic downpour had just occurred.
And the source of the rain’s cessation also became clear to everyone: it was the Titan Python!
At this moment, its massive, mountain-like body had been completely pierced by countless giant branches, like a prisoner nailed to the earth!
The light in its cold, vertical pupils had dimmed, and its head hung limply. Its defeat in this earth-shattering duel was clearly sealed.
The bizarre, giant tree, which had a human-like face as if it had become a spirit, emitted a low, hoarse screech like grinding rocks, seemingly declaring its victory.
Many Players immediately realized that the largest and most dazzling radiation source on the system map completely overlapped with this terrifying giant tree!


This frenzied atmosphere spread like a plague.
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