A purple ogre’s club struck the ground. Mascherano managed to escape from its territory and avoided being forcibly logged out.

“Holy sh...! I was about to die.”

Mascherano passed through the death crisis and fell behind. He felt uneasy when he looked at the current appearance of Red Bull America. It was clear that all of them were in danger of dying, but none of them were frowning or feeling dread. Rather, they were smiling. It was because they had something to believe in.

“When is Alley Leader coming? I’m going to die.”

“I don’t know. He’ll come when he comes. However, can he kill them?” The king of positivity, Mascherano, was throwing up his hands. He, for one, couldn’t kill these monsters. So now he began having doubts. 

‘Could Alley Leader kill them? How did he break through here and move onto the next field? Perhaps there was a way to bypass this area?’

Many doubts raged and swirled around in Mascherano’s head. Just then, a man holding a golden-furred bear ran over. It was Alley Leader. Mascherano saw him first and shouted loudly, “He’s coming!”

The other players turned their heads toward Alley Leader.

“I came to help, Mascher...