Seven men raised their left arms to the sky while shouting as loud as they could.0

“Frieeeeeeeend!!!”0

“Frieeeeeeeeeeeeend!!!”0

“Frieeeeeeeeeend!!!”0

“Frieeeeeeeend!!!”0

“...”0

“...”0

Nerva, who was watching the scene from a distance, was speechless. Even the other players looked at them blankly.0

Then, one of the players murmured, “It’s so f*cking cringy, but it also looks so cool…”0

The mumbling player's expression was awkward and embarrassed when all the people, including Nerva, turned to look at him.0

“We don’t have to worry too much about that side.”0

“That’s right.”0

“What is there to be afraid of when we have His Majesty Nerva on our side?”0

Of course, Minhyuk was the envy of all of the players. But if they were asked to choose between Minhyuk and Nerva, they would not hesitate to choose Nerva. The players were all aware of Minhyuk’s situation.0

‘Maybe Death and Ali are also feeling the same thing.’0

‘But they can no longer separate from Minhyuk, so there’s nothing else that they can do.’0

‘Even the gods, who chose Minhyuk’s side, are all trivial and insignificant gods.’0

‘Although I feel sorry for him, I will do my best to overcome this trial.’0

They all turned to Nerva and soon refocused on their tasks.0

“Did you say that you’re the God of Shooting? Your task is to keep the God of Magic, the God of Archery, or any god capable of long-range attacks in check.”0

Nerva calmly began to give his orders: “Use your bullets and...0