Wuxia Mtl
Chapter 667 Deja Vu
Villain Ch 667. Deja Vu
Confusion washed over VirtualValkyrie as she read through the messages flooding her chat. "Huh?" she muttered, her brow furrowing in bewilderment. Bringing a hand up to her forehead, she felt the slight dampness of sweat, a telltale sign of her heightened emotions.
Leaning in closer to her camera, she caught a glimpse of her own flushed face reflected on the screen. It was true – she was blushing, a rare occurrence for her, especially in front of her audience.
A mixture of embarrassment and curiosity filled her as she tried to make sense of her sudden reaction. Why was she blushing? Was it because of the intense battle with the emperor, or perhaps something else entirely?
Fumbling for an explanation, she quickly concocted a half-hearted excuse. "Um, I think it's getting a bit warm in here," she said, her voice slightly shaky as she tried to mask her unease.
"I'm gonna go grab a soda and check the room temperature." It was a feeble attempt to deflect attention away from her flushed cheeks, but she couldn't bring herself to admit the real reason behind her sudden blush.
Her heart raced as she pushed herself away from her gaming seat and rose from her seat, her mind still reeling from the intense battle and unexpected encounter with the emperor. With shaky hands, she reached out, pretending to adjust the room temperature settings as an excuse to buy herself some time to collect her thoughts.
The room felt stifling, suffocating even, as if the walls were closing in on her, amplifying her already heightened sense of anxiety.
With a deep breath, she made her way out of the room and into the hallway, the cool air offering some relief from the heat that seemed to engulf her. She leaned against the wall for support, her mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. How had she let herself get so flustered? She prided herself on her calm demeanor, her ability to keep her cool under pressure.
Yet, in the heat of the moment, she had succumbed to a rush of feelings she couldn't quite explain.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she pressed on, making her way towards the kitchen. Each step felt like a struggle, as if she were wading through molasses, her body weighed down by the weight of her own emotions. She needed a moment to compose herself, to shake off the lingering effects of the battle and regain her focus.
Finally reaching the kitchen, she leaned against the counter, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of her surroundings. She opened the refrigerator door, and a blast of cool air washed over her, offering a welcome respite from the stifling heat that seemed to suffocate her earlier. She scanned the shelves, her eyes settling on a can of low-cal peach-flavored soda tucked away in the corner.
With a quick grab, she retrieved the can, feeling the cold metal against her fingertips as she pulled it out from its icy confines.
The satisfying sound of fizz greeted her ears as she popped open the tab, releasing a burst of carbonation into the air. She brought the can to her lips, taking a long sip of the refreshing drink, relishing in the sweet tang of peach as it danced across her taste buds. It was a small comfort, but one she desperately needed in that moment.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Leaning against the kitchen counter, she closed her eyes, letting out a slow exhale as she tried to steady her racing heart. The events of the battle replayed in her mind like a broken record, each moment etched into her memory with painful clarity. She couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment that washed over her, her defeat compounded by the unexpected rush of emotions that followed.
Why had the emperor's words affected her so deeply? She prided herself on her resilience, her ability to brush off setbacks and keep moving forward. Yet, in that moment, she felt like a mere shadow of herself, her confidence shattered by a few simple words.
As she took another sip of her soda, a feeling of nostalgia washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. It was a familiar sensation, one she hadn't felt in years. Two years ago, to be exact. The memories flooded back with startling clarity, the emotions raw and unfiltered.
"Why does he remind me of Godlike?" she muttered in confusion, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of her jumbled thoughts. It was a strange comparison to make, she knew, especially considering the vast differences between the two. After all, the emperor was just an A.I., a mere virtual entity created by the game developers to challenge players like herself.
And yet, there was something about his demeanor, his aura, that struck a chord deep within her.
She couldn't shake the feeling of deja vu that washed over her, the sensation of being transported back in time to a moment. The battle two years ago had left a lasting impression on her, not because of the outcome, but because of the opponent she had faced. Godlike was his name, a player whose skill and determination had earned him a reputation as one of the best in the game.
She reminisced about their encounter and couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia mingled with a hint of regret. Godlike's piercing gaze had unnerved her, throwing her off balance and disrupting her concentration in a way she had never experienced before.
In the heat of battle, his eyes had bored into hers with a ferocity that left her breathless, her mind racing with a million thoughts and emotions all at once.
But despite the intensity of their confrontation, she had never harbored any ill will towards him. If anything, she had been captivated by his presence, drawn to the raw power and determination that seemed to emanate from him with every move he made. It was a feeling she had never quite been able to shake, even long after their battle had ended.