Rustle rustle…

An ink-black qilin exhaled fiery air from its nostrils as its stern-faced master bent down to pick up the equipment of a man he had killed mere seconds earlier. After slipping Red Maple’s Crimson Dragon Arm around his arm, Little Piglet said in a slightly lazy voice, "Oh, friends from Swallow Ear Canton! Sorry I forgot to care about your feelings. Well, too late now anyway. Crimson Dragon Arm is now mine. Feel free to come and get it from me anytime. I, Little Piglet, always welcome a challenge!"

The "friendly" declaration instantly caused Swallow Ear Canton’s players to erupt in a cacophony of swearings—

"Take down Little Piglet!"

"That Northern Alliance dog dares to steal our Crimson Dragon Arm!?"

"No one likes the traitor of the China server! Kill him and retake the Ghost Armament! That Crimson Dragon Arm rightfully belongs to us!"

……

Little Piglet received their rebukes like a flower soaking in rainwater before raising his sword into the air, smiling. "Is that so? Since God’s Domain is so arrogant, I’ve decided to do something that’ll make you regret your words for the rest of your life!"

Little Piglet...