Online Game: I Started with Max Charisma and Caught the Goddess's Eye

These people were clearly not normal!

Timi and Tuwnken both twitched their mouths, suddenly regretting their decision to follow this group of people.

"Three votes to two, the plan is set." Luca raised his hand and smiled meaningfully, saying, "Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you. Besides, my plan might be different from what you expect."

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged puzzled glances, not quite understanding what he meant.

But it didn’t take long for them to understand. Stay tuned for updates on NovelBin.Côm

"No need to go any further. We start now." With that, a flash of purple light suddenly blossomed in Luca’s eyes, and a chain began to form in mid-air. It was like a spear, shooting straight toward a magic eagle that was flying toward them from a distance.

"Shriek!" As soon as the purple chain, created by Dreamweaving power, touched the magic eagle, the bird let out a painful cry. Strange purple patterns appeared in its eyes, turning its once sharp hawk eyes completely purple.

It was Dreamweaving’s advanced skill—Dream Imprint!

"Come!" Luca called out sharply, and the magic eagle’s purple eyes flared up with intense light. The emotions in its eyes vanished completely, and as if it had received a command, it flapped its wings and sped toward them.

"Be careful!" Drumph and the others, still not understanding what had just happened, drew their weapons, watching the magic eagle approach cautiously.

However, the next scene surprised them all. Luca calmly spoke, "Land."

The magic eagle immediately slowed down, gently descending to the ground in front of them. Its massive body, nearly the size of a plane, now looked docile, like a quail.

"Mind control?" The well-informed Melania and Donlow exchanged surprised glances. They hadn’t expected Luca to have such a skill.

Even Timi and Tuwnken now looked at him with different eyes, their gazes filled with a trace of fear.

Someone who possessed such an ability... if used for evil, or against them, the two could hardly imagine the consequences.

"It’s not mind control," Luca shook his head.

Dreamweaving power was more adept at creating illusions, not controlling minds.

He was the first to jump onto the eagle’s back, waving at the others, "Come on, we’ll go from above."

At this point, they finally understood Luca’s plan, and their eyes lit up. Indeed, before they had only focused on the monster horde that was packed on the ground, but they hadn’t paid attention to the sky. Although there were monsters circling in the air, compared to the millions of monsters on the ground, they seemed insignificant.

Donlow and Melania were the first to leap onto the eagle’s back, followed by Quagmire and Timi. Soon, only Fuzzsir and Tuwnken remained on the rooftop.

"Isn’t this dangerous?" Tuwnken hesitated, staring at the magic eagle’s dark, gleaming back, unsure of whether to go. "Maybe... I’ll just stay here?"

Fuzzsir, standing next to him, shared the same fear, saying, "I... I’m afraid of heights! I’ll need to pee if I get too high!"

Luca’s lips twitched in annoyance. "If you two want to stay here and feed the monsters, I won’t stop you. Just don’t come crying to us for help afterward."

With that, Luca focused his thoughts, and the magic eagle, which had been quietly perched, immediately flapped its wings. With Luca and the others on its back, it slowly lifted off from the rooftop.

"Wait for me... wait for me!" Seeing that Luca was serious, Fuzzsir’s fear suddenly vanished. He was the first to jump onto the eagle’s back.

Tuwnken, still hesitating, was reminded by Timi, "Bro, if you stay here, it’ll probably be even more dangerous."

Timi knew all too well how weak Tuwnken was in battle. He was more of a liability than anything else—someone with a combat strength of 5 would be easily taken out by even the weakest monster.

At this point, the magic eagle had already risen over a meter off the ground, and seeing that Luca had no intention of stopping, it began to leave the rooftop. Tuwnken could no longer hold back. He quickly jogged toward the edge and tried to jump onto the magic eagle’s back. @@novelbin@@

However, despite his efforts, he failed to leap onto the eagle.

Flustered, his face turned red as he shouted, "Wait for me! Wait for me! I’m coming too!"

At this moment, the magic eagle had already left the building, turning its head toward the Northern Territory army’s front lines.

Just as Tuwnken was about to lose hope, a crystal ice chain suddenly wrapped around his waist. Before he could react, he felt a powerful force pulling him up. The next thing he knew, he was flying uncontrollably through the air.

"Ahhh!!!" Tuwnken screamed in terror as his body was tossed into the air. He landed on the eagle’s back, but stumbled from the rough landing. He almost slipped off the eagle’s back, falling from the sky.

Luckily, Quagmire was nearby and grabbed him just in time, preventing a disastrous fall. However, the scare was enough to make Tuwnken nearly wet himself. He quickly clung to the eagle’s feathers, trying to steady himself.

"How is it, exciting, right?" Luca grinned as he retracted the ice crystal chain. To Tuwnken, however, it looked like Luca had a mischievous smile on his face.

Tuwnken’s lips turned pale as he muttered, "I... I kind of need to pee."

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but burst into laughter, even Timi, his sister, blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Luca, on the other hand, enjoyed this straightforward guy. People like him, who don’t hide behind masks, were rare in modern life, though more common in the future.

People who’ve been tempered by life and death rarely waste their energy on trivial things.

The magic eagle screeched loudly as the wind howled above them, and all the surrounding monsters instinctively made way, not daring to obstruct its path. The monster Luca had chosen was a high-level Elite Monster, and regular monsters dared not act recklessly in its presence.

The others looked down at the battlefield. From above, the sheer density of the monsters was even more apparent—packed so tightly together, they seemed like a swarm, charging towards the defenses of Leaf City. The western part of Leaf City, where the population was highest, was the most prosperous area. In the eyes of these monsters, such a tempting target was hard to resist.

The soldiers of the Northern Territory army were struggling to hold their ground against the overwhelming tide of monsters. If it weren’t for the support of their medicinal pills, they might have already been overwhelmed.

However, Luca wasn’t focusing on the battlefield. Instead, he expanded his mental energy, searching for the Superclass monster. To him, the monster horde wasn’t too much of a problem, but the presence of the Superclass monster was another story. If it joined the battle, even he would have to consider retreating.

But to Luca’s surprise, after searching for a while, he couldn’t find any trace of the Superclass monster. Its aura had been fluctuating earlier, but now it had completely disappeared.

"This is bad." Luca’s expression grew serious. Although he didn’t know what had happened, losing track of a Superclass monster was definitely not a good sign for them.

Now, he needed to figure out how to find it.

While Luca was deep in thought, he didn’t notice that the little girl he was carrying had a teddy bear in her hand. A strange smile appeared at the corner of the bear’s mouth, unsettling and eerie.

...

Meanwhile, behind the defensive line established by the Northern Territory army.

A middle-aged man in military uniform, wearing glasses, was urgently shouting at a messenger, "Has the Morning Star support not arrived yet? There are more and more monsters outside, and we’re barely holding on."

The messenger was also sweating with anxiety, his forehead glistening as he reported, "Report, Major General! Mr. Drumph is holding an emergency meeting and can’t be reached at the moment. The Morning Star team members are on their way."

"Oh, thank God, they’re finally coming!" Major General Cornbark sighed in relief upon hearing this. He didn’t know how he had managed to get through these past few hours.

He quickly followed up with another question, "Do you know how many teams are coming?"

The messenger hesitated before responding with a wry smile, extending one hand.

"Five teams?" Cornbark frowned, muttering, "Five Morning Star teams… how many people would that be? Even if they come, they won’t be enough to handle the monsters—let alone make a dent in the monster horde. Drumph is being so stingy."

"No, it’s... one... one team," the messenger said with difficulty, then lowered his head, too afraid to look at the stunned Cornbark.

"One team?!" Cornbark stared at the messenger in disbelief. "Are you sure you didn’t mishear? Not ten teams?"

The messenger nodded painfully, saying, "I’m sure, I asked three times. The one who used the communicator was Quagmire, the captain of Quagmire’s team."

"I don’t care what team they are!" Cornbark was so angry he was almost jumping up. He slammed his fist onto the table and shouted, "Are these guys out of their minds? They don’t need to die to help us, they shouldn’t be coming here to die!"

A single Morning Star team only had a few people at most—forget about handling the monsters, even if one monster spat at them, it would probably drown them.

The atmosphere in the meeting room immediately grew heavy.

"These Morning Star guys are completely unreliable. I should have never trusted them," Cornbark muttered, his chest heaving with frustration. He took a sip of water to calm himself and suddenly thought of something. "Has General Tiltant’s team brought the medicinal supplies over yet? The third corps’ supplies won’t last much longer."

General Tiltant was the highest-ranking officer in their Northern Territory army, responsible for battlefield command at the frontlines. He had predicted that their medicinal supplies might run out, so he had sent the second corps to break out of the encirclement early and head to the base to retrieve more.

But to Tiltant’s disappointment, the messenger shook his head again, likely still on the way.

"I don’t know if we can hold out until then." Cornbark sighed heavily as he left the command room, feeling a wave of hopelessness wash over him.

Just then, he suddenly felt small drops of water landing on his face.

Is it raining?