"You miss me, boy?"

Bloody Minstrel Ornos declared with a sinister and terrifying smile on his face, but it almost felt like the greeting of an old friend. To be fair, the skeletal mage was a hundred times more appealing than the Japanese players and honorless assassins chasing behind me.

"Yes, I’m back!"

I skidded a dozen or so meters to Ornos’s side while blocking Blaze Blast from him. Behind me, Red Maple asked Assassin’s Creed, "What the hell does he think he’s doing? Does he really think he can kill the boss in this situation?"

Assassin’s Creed: "Maybe he has a skill that can instantly delete 25% of the boss's HP[1]?"

"Doesn’t matter. We can survive the boss until he dies!" Red Maple declared while running toward me.

One warrior and five assassins raced toward me.

I smiled. I imbued the Chill of the Nine Provinces with a purple energy and stabbed Ornos’s stomach using the Frightening Slash. After letting out a howl of pain, the skeletal magus immediately raised his scepter and cast a Blade of Shield Breaking. Dark clouds formed above our heads, but instead of water it rained bloody swords within a hundred...