Fuck, 50 Fire War God Cards again…?

I felt like tearing up as I stared at my reward as the first eighth-promotion player in the game. While 50 Fire War God Cards were of course a great reward, it ultimately wasn’t as solid as say, a Divine Armament. On the other hand, the masses would probably curse me and the game company again if the Eternal Moon Corporation rewarded me with yet another Divine Armament. I already had three on my person.

I put away the 50 Fire War God Cards and checked out my class. The title "Undead Swordsman" had been replaced by something called the Master Swordsman of Death. Finally, I had transformed from a nameless skeletal warrior to a master of an era!

I also got a new title called "The Frostblade of Death”. It was a murderous-sounding title and an absolute necessity when killing other players and dating girls. There were far too many men who played games these days, so anyone who managed to stand out among the competitors was as popular as hot cakes.

……

I looked at Rinser again and smiled at him. "So, what eighth-promotion skills can I learn, mentor?"

Rinser shivered from head...