Not far away, the vice leader of Descent of the One Hundred Gods, an axe-wielding berserker swore in humiliation and fury, "God dammit! How did this happen? We made this guild solely for the purpose of killing him, but he still managed to escape our clutches! I don’t want to think what people will say if they hear about this…"

Beside him, an archer spat on the ground before replying, "None of us needs the reminder, boss. That fucking boy is very powerful. He managed to kill a dozen or so players even after we surrounded him. Now we’re more like ‘Descent of the Eighty Plus Gods’..."

The corner of the berserker’s mouth twitched once. "No one will think you’re mute if you don’t speak! Anyway, contact God’s Domain, Era of Strife and Asuka Period and tell them our coordinates. We must annihilate him as soon as possible, or Purple Grape City truly won’t have a future anymore."

"I know!"

……

The ground next to me shuddered with horse hooves again, and again, I chose to let them go. I simply moved to the north and away from their search area and waited for my HP to regenerate to full. That sure was a dangerous fight. I was this close from activating my Invincibility skill.

It was a short...