Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Disguising as Hamen, Entering the Immortal Herb Garden

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Disguising as Hamen, Entering the Immortal Herb Garden



"Hah! Dream on if you think I'll betray the Shadow Clan!" Hamen gritted his teeth, attempting to put on a defiant front.

"Hmm, still playing tough, are we?" John smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. With a flick of his finger, he summoned a flare of Golden Lotus Hellfire that wrapped itself around Hamen.

"Aaagh..." The room filled with Hamen's agonizing screams as he writhed in pain on the ground.

John frowned, unsure if Hamen was merely putting on a show or truly suffering.

Considering the guy was only a weak demigod, he didn't want to accidentally burn him to a crisp.

He dismissed the Golden Lotus Hellfire and spoke again, "Tell me what is the Immortal Herb Garden?"

Hamen knelt on the ground, tears in the corners of his eyes, trembling with terror. This time, he didn't dare hesitate.

John's methods were far more terrifying than the soul torture inflicted by the Hunters' Brood Mothers.

"Immortal Herb Garden is where the Shadow Clan cultivates spirit herbs," he said quickly. "Those herbs are used to make various potions. They're an extremely valuable resource for the Shadow Clan."

John nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Are there any races there from the Skyline Continent?"

"Yes!" Hamen answered immediately, not daring to pause. "Mostly elves and some humans from the Skyline Continent. They all follow my orders..."

As he spoke, he grew animated, eagerly recounting how he helped the Shadow Clan torment and control the elves.

John's gaze turned icy, a murderous glint in his eyes. "Oh? And you're proud of that?"

With a flick of his hand, he reactivated the Golden Lotus Hellfire.

Hamen's screams of agony echoed again as he rolled on the ground, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

It dawned on him then that John was allied with the elves.

Begging for mercy, he stammered, "My lord, I understand now-I won't harm the elves anymore, I swear..."

"Hmph!" John scoffed, withdrawing the Golden Lotus Hellfire and pressing on, "What are your daily tasks? Be honest."

"Yes, yes," Hamen scrambled up, still trembling as he spoke. "My daily duties are simple-I oversee the worthless slaves and the esteemed elves as they harvest spirit herbs, tally the count, and hand it over to the Shadow Clan."

"Good." John nodded. "One last question-if I were to disguise myself as you, what details would I need to know?"

"W-what?" Hamen looked bewildered, struggling to comprehend what John meant.

"Answer!" John's voice was cold and commanding. "Describe every detail of your daily routine."

"Yes, yes!" Hamen responded quickly, rising to his feet and starting a comical performance of his own actions.

"Every morning, I first greet the village chief." He mimicked a deep bow, nodding ingratiatingly toward John.

"Then, I enter another novice village, gather the laborers, and organize their entry into the Immortal Herb Garden to start the day's work..." He explained each task while acting out his every move, bowing and gesturing as he went through his routine.

At that moment, John's eyebrow twitched involuntarily. He regretted disguising himself as this character.

This guy was a spineless slave to his core-fawning over the Shadow Clan while strutting around, full of bluster, in front of the elves.

Such behavior was far beyond anything John could bring himself to imitate.

But without this disguise, he had no way of entering the Immortal Herb Garden or getting close to the elves.

For Bonnie and the others' sake, he had to tolerate it.

"Very well!" John took a deep breath, forcing himself to swallow his anger, and said coldly to Hamen, "Today, I'll take over your duties."

"Huh?" Hamen stared blankly, eventually snapping out of it. "But sir, the Shadow Clan will recognize your true identity."

"What about now?" John activated his god-level disguise talent, transforming himself into an exact replica of Hamen, down to the last detail, even matching his aura.

The one thing he couldn't replicate, though, was that cringing, servile expression.

Hamen gaped, looking John over, then reflexively touched his own face, exclaiming, "Wow, sir, you've even got my good looks!"

John felt as if he'd swallowed a bitter pill.

Hamen continued, "So, my lord, now that you're disguised as me, what should I do? Just stay here?"

"No. I have a much better place for you." John's eyes glinted with lethal intent.

Meanwhile, in the novice village where John's main body resided, two Shadow Clan elites who

had been watching him withdrew.

John barely took notice.

Soon after, the distant roars of Hunters' Brood Mothers echoed, accompanied by waves of

soul-based attacks.

John stepped out of the straw hut and noticed Dumas emerging, looking equally exhausted.

Everyone around bore expressions of despair, trudging heavily toward the square. Under the

old village chief's supervision, they were teleported to the mines to begin another day of

grueling labor.

While the guards near John had been pulled back, the number of soldiers surrounding the square had noticeably increased.

He guessed that the raid on the mines the previous night had been discovered, though it seemed no one suspected him.

A question nagged at him—could there be other powerful beings on Shadow Star aside from

himself?

John smirked; it seemed Shadow Star had its own conflicts.

For him, though, that was a welcome complication.

He joined the others, taking the lift down into the mine to resume the endless task of

transporting ore.

Meanwhile, his Beast Clan avatar.

Now disguised as Hamen, left the wooden hut, holding the signal stick.

He forced himself to adopt a submissive demeanor, bowing as he greeted the novice village

chief.

"Hamen, you seem down. Have those elves been giving you trouble?" The chief observed him keenly, curious.

John was taken aback by the old man's perceptiveness, but he quickly forced a strained smile. "Yeah, those lot are becoming more defiant, and their insults keep getting worse."

The chief clapped him on the shoulder with a sympathetic nod. "No problem-if they openly

challenge you, feel free to make them suffer. And if you happen to kill one, I'll cover for you."

John's eye twitched, though he maintained a grateful expression, nodding and thanking the chief profusely.

"On your way, then." The village chief, satisfied, opened a teleportation array and waved him

through.

A surge of Spatial Power enveloped him, filling the air with a rich spiritual energy and the scent of fresh herbs.

John surveyed his surroundings: he had arrived at a sprawling garden filled with a subtle fragrance of grass and herbs, creating a tranquil and revitalizing atmosphere.

"Amazing place!" he thought, genuinely impressed. There was no trace of bloodshed or

violence here—this felt nothing like Shadow Star.

It made sense to him now why the Shadow Clan had assigned Hamen to manage the Immortal

Herb Garden.

The atmosphere here was almost incompatible with the Shadow Clan.

It making it easier for him to act.

"Move it!" A harsh shout sounded from afar as a group of elves and humans from Skyline

Continent were herded into the garden.

John's eyes lit up, recognizing the leader of the group-it was Bonnie.