In the dimly lit tavern, five men sat at a table, engaged in lively conversation. Among them sat a woman with radiant beauty, her delicate features and youthful appearance belying her true age. Her eyes were fixed on a transparent screen showing the video ChibiScker posted earlier. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched intently, clearly invested in the battle unfolding on screen, especially when Fenix appeared.

  Gncing away from the screen, she looked around at the men near her. She couldn't help but feel satisfied. Only a few months ago, these men despised each other, but now they were talking and ughing like old friends. A smile graced her face, radiating warmth and charm.

  If any of the men had looked at her in that moment, they would have been captivated by her enchanting smile. But behind that charming facade y something sinister. As she stared at them, she thought about how easily she had maniputed these once-hostile men into becoming her loyal followers. A sense of pride filled her.

  ‘They have been trained well,’ she thought smugly.

  When she first started pying this game, her goal was to make the strongest men of every race fall in love with her. It was the main reason why she chose to py as a siren - besides, if men could have harems, why couldn't she? And over the years, she had succeeded in her goal. She had captured the hearts of five out of the seven races, excluding her own since two sirens were not needed.

  Her followers were no ordinary men - they were powerful businessmen, skilled fighters, and incredibly wealthy. Yet here they were, begging for her attention like obedient dogs. The thought always amused her. But despite having all these men at her disposal, she still felt incomplete because there was only one race left to conquer.

  When she first started pying this game, she never expected Dryads to be so vehemently hated by other pyers. No matter where she looked, a person belonging to that race couldn’t be found.

  But at st, she had found one - the st piece to complete her collection. And now, all she had to do was make him fall in love with her.

  ‘That should be easy,’ she thought smugly. ‘After all, any man who ys eyes on me can't help but fall in love.’ She pyfully twirled a strand of hair around her finger as she watched the video for the third time, committing the face of her soon to be newest conquest to memory.

  Then, she scrolled through the comments section, wanting to see if anything interesting was written.

  [Caked] Am I seeing things? They are fighting a King Bellyborg! ]

  [GodIsMilk] If you're seeing things, then I must be blind… (〃＞＿＜;〃) ][Caked] Let’s be blind together… I don’t see anything.]

  [Cemjay]How did they summon a King Bellyborg? To do that you must kill a whole bunch of bellyborgs. From what I saw they were swordsmen. How did they catch them and kill many of them?]

  [Shady Demoness]There must have been a bug or glitch or something. You can’t kill those things without a long-distance fighter!! ?(ˉロˉ"?) ][SuperDude]Maybe they had one and he left…][Shady Demoness]Are you dumb? Who would leave a boss fight? ]

  [Talie21] That fight was so cool!! W(°ｏ°)w They had to be low level too, look at their gear.]

  [Yan You’re right!! I wonder what LvL they were?? ][Talie21] If I had to guess by the skill the guy taping used, I would say LVL 13-14. The other guy I have no clue about. ][ Sordro] He was obviously a low level, maybe 10 or 11. I don’t even think he has changed his css yet. Look at how he fights, such a newbie. ]

  [Sky55] He’s a Dryad!! Wow, this is my first time seeing someone use that race. It really does look cool. Too bad it’s useless.]

  [PhillLuv] He could have chosen it because he has a pnt fetish. (^_<)?☆ ]

  [GrimExile]That might be the only reason for someone to choose that worthless race.]

  [PhillLuv] Yep. Besides having no usable traits, it also has a handicap.]

  [GrimExile]Handicap? ]

  [PhillLuv] A pyer of that race needs to soak their feet in water for an hour after every 12 hours or they will die.]

  [GrimExile] Wow! If I didn’t think the Dryad race was terrible before, I certainly do now. What a fool picking that race.] [AHebert] Agree +1][MaraLynx] Agree +2]

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  The woman's dark eyes glinted with amusement as she scrolled through the comments. She smirked, knowing that the Dryad pyer would have a tough time finding a party or guild to join. The young friend he had been pying with wouldn't stick around much longer once he realized the trouble the Dryad would bring. And when the miniature beastman finally left, the Dryad would be all alone in the game, mocked by other pyers and without anyone to turn to.

  She could practically taste victory as she plotted her next move. She would wait until the Dryad was at his lowest point - ridiculed and friendless - and then make her move. She would offer him comfort, encouragement, and a sense of belonging. It would take more skill than her usual tactics, but if it meant adding the final piece to her collection, she didn't care.

  Clearing her throat softly, she quieted the group of men who were engrossed in conversation. "Sorry to interrupt, I know you must be deep in discussion."

  “Oh no, we weren't talking about anything important," said Beastman while shaking his head vigorously. “Just cracking jokes."

  “That's right, nothing pressing. Was there something you needed, my dear?" asked Dragonkin.

  “Well…” She began while looking down shyly. “I was wondering if... no, it's too much to ask for."

  The human grabbed her hand and said, “You can ask us anything. We would do anything for you.”

  “Yeah, we're here for you,” chimed the dwarf and the halfling.

  “Well, have you heard of the town of Bellport in Ziam?” She asked as she noticed the men shaking their heads. “It's rumored to have natural hot springs that give a permanent boost of 25 HP & MP after soaking for an hour."

  “Really? That's amazing! Having extra HP and MP would benefit us greatly,” excimed Beastman.

  The human looked confused. “If it's such a great opportunity, why did you hesitate to ask us?”

  “It's because it would take us four months to get there," she replied coyly, pying with her fingers.

  “Only four months?” ughed the dwarf heartily. “We've been on longer journeys than that. Right guys?"

  “That's right!"

  “For sure!”

  “I'll gather everything we need for the trip.”

  “I'll make sure our supplies are repaired. Don't worry dear, we'll be ready to leave in no time.”

  As the men bustled around making preparations, the woman sat back watching, a brilliant smile blooming across her lovely, yet devious face.