Chapter 143

“Please spare me just once. I have a younger sister at home.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about a younger sister.”

“Thank you!”

The man bowed and then turned to leave.

At the same time, a burst of flames shot out and knocked down the man’s Evoker.

In front of the Evoker, now reduced to ashes, the man wore a bewildered expression.

“Why…?”

“You’re still too weak for this place. Come back when you’re stronger.”

“But my Evoker is dead…?”

“Then revive it.”

Don’t quit. Without you, the game will fail.

The man trudged out of the Unlimited Field. I nodded.

With this, peace was maintained for another day.

“What are you doing?”

At the sudden voice, I issued a defensive command. Whoosh! Flames erupted on Salist’s body, following my will.

Ready to fight at a moment’s notice, I turned around.

A familiar face greeted me.

“Ah, it’s you, Pape.”

“Why are you tormenting people?”

“I’m not tormenting them. I’m protecting them so they don’t get hurt.”

The Unlimited Field was full of devilish humans.

The most notorious were the Mindless PK Users, who were even more dangerous because they had no clear desires.

They just enjoyed seeing others lose their Evokers. That’s what Mindless PK Users were.

So, there was only one way to stop them.

Get stronger.

And that’s why I gently persuaded the weaker players to leave the Unlimited Field.

Only by becoming stronger could they escape the clutches of the Mindless PK Users.

“You’re a Mindless PK User yourself.”

“Pape, I have a clear purpose. I’m not mindless.”

“Must be some kind of eccentricity.”

I glanced at Pape’s Evoker.

An SD-style angel, clad in armor, floated around Pape.

From what I could sense, it was Triple Rank. One of the top-tier Evokers at the moment.

With that, there was no risk of falling victim to Mindless PK Users while roaming the Unlimited Field.

“As expected of you, Pape. I can feel how much you must have whipped that poor thing. Triple Rank already? It must have died at least three times.”

“Why do you pretend you’re not like that?”

“I’ve never killed an Evoker, have I?”

Pape tried to play the victim, but it was nonsense.

My Evokers had grown well without any pain.

Name: Salist

Name: None

Rank: Quad Rank

[Strength 48] [Agility 33] [Stamina 42]

[Magic Power 61] [Vitality 49] [Soul Power 34]

[Constitution]

Source of Fire: Freely manipulates flames

Child of the Spirit King: Awakens the Power of Spirits

[Traits]

Circulating Magic Power: Recovers a portion of spent magic power

Thanks to my diligent nurturing, the salamander reached Quad Rank and became Salist.

I hadn’t checked the exact data, but globally, it was probably within the top three in terms of growth.

“You’ve worked hard.”

“I always work hard.”

“Can you afford to play around like this? Don’t you have game development to do?”

“You seem eager to kick me out of Evoke Order. Are you afraid of me?”

“Honestly, I am.”

Pape exaggerated. What was there to be afraid of?

Or was it like WWE?

“You really are a pro broadcaster. Your acting skills are impressive.”

“I’m always serious. I’m worried you’ll get so strong that you’ll kill all the Evokers.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Logically, no matter how strong I became, it was impossible to fight against all players.

It was systemically unfeasible.

“Did you use Thierry because she’s systemically usable?”

“Thierry was made to be used.”

“You’re the only one who thinks that.”

“Probably not.”

One thing was certain: I wasn’t the only one. At least not now.

Pape narrowed his eyes.

“What are you scheming?”

“Pape, saying that makes me sound like I’m always up to no good behind the scenes.”

“Because you are.”

“I’m so transparent that even eating a Transparency Fruit wouldn’t work. Please don’t slander me.”

Having drawn a line with Pape, I surveyed the Unlimited Field.

Maybe it was because two of the top-tier players were together. Normally, other gamers would have attacked without hesitation, but they were quiet.

I waved my hand.

“Pape, please leave. With you here, PK isn’t happening.”

“You’re the one who initiates PK. And your Salist looks so strong that no one dares to pick a fight.”

“Sigh.”

A sigh escaped me. Seeing Pape, who knew nothing, made me envy him.

“You play the game with such a pure heart. That’s why you’re so lucky.”

“What exactly are you up to?”

“Hide over there.”

Pape obediently hid in the corner.

As soon as Pape disappeared, I pulled out my secret weapon.

I switched my avatar to hood mode and replaced Salist with another Evoker. Squeak! The newly summoned squirrel Evoker cried cutely. I crossed my arms and waited.

Crack! Before long, the sound of ice forming echoed. An ambush.

Thud! The squirrel Evoker was hammered by an ice mallet and rolled on the ground. I quickly…

He unsummoned Kerr and called forth Salist.

The man, who had been confidently commanding a sturdy ice spirit, was taken aback. He clearly hadn’t expected to encounter an evolved spirit here.

“Salist.”

At my incantation, Salist reacted.

A circle of flames formed around Salist’s body. *Zing!* The circle sparked fiercely as it clashed with the atmosphere, and soon, Salist opened its mouth.

A concentrated line of fire shot out. The ice spirit hastily summoned an ice shield, but as a mere double-rank Evoker, it couldn’t handle my power.

The ice spirit crumbled, a massive hole blown through its shield. I spoke to my opponent.

“You’re still too weak for this place. Come back when you’re stronger.”

“Ah.”

The man, seemingly overwhelmed by the power of the Unlimited Field, disappeared in a daze. I nodded.

With that, peace was maintained once again today.

“Wow.”

Pape, who had somehow crawled out, opened his mouth wide. It was clear he recognized the effort I put in for the users.

Pape gave me a thumbs up.

“You’re seriously the best. Yeah, you’re the best.”

“Thank you. Finally, Pape-nim acknowledges me.”

“Is this why you added the avatar concealment mode?”

“Of course.”

“Wow.”

Pape kept exclaiming in admiration.

He was acting like a devout believer meeting a saint.

Pape, really. It’s not that big of a deal, but he’s exaggerating.

Was my play really that moving?

<ㅇㅇ님 has donated 1,000 won.>

I think I understand why Han Yoorim keeps making games tirelessly. *LOLOLOL.*

Pape’s donation notification rang out. It was a broadcast mode I had created, one that could be toggled on and off.

Why did he suddenly turn it on? To announce that we’re live?

<ㅇㅇ님 has donated 1,000 won.>

Now, just being amazing is enough for a *LOLOLOL.*

“LOL.”

“Pape-nim? Why are you suddenly saying LOL?”

“It’s… cold.”

“It’s getting chilly. It’s mid-October, after all.”

Suddenly, I was worried about Pape. It’s cold, and he’s wandering around. What if he catches a cold?

“Wait. I’m at home. I’m remotely connected. I’m not wandering outside.”

“I know that. Why are you suddenly saying that?”

“No. You had that look in your eyes. The look that says you’re worried about a cold and are about to mercilessly slaughter my Evoker.”

“Pape-nim, you need to rest. That’s paranoia.”

“More like slaughter play.”

With those words, Pape disappeared.

He vanished so quickly, it was as if someone was chasing him from behind.

After that, I continued diligently guiding lost lambs until it was time, and I took off my AR device.

Today was fulfilling.

I’ll continue the game tomorrow.

After ordering food from James, I turned on MTube and entered a channel.

[The atmosphere here is intense. As I mentioned, the players are now entering.]

[Everyone has a determined expression. They’ve made it to the quarterfinals, but they can’t go home yet. You can feel their resolve.]

[But not everyone can make it to the semifinals.]

[That’s right. One team must inevitably go home—.]

The players in uniforms bowed one by one and took their positions.

My gaze fixed on Team Janus Dragon, specifically on the player in the center.

The player wearing a VR device, taking a deep breath. That’s Bbangbbang.

Hmm.

He seems a bit nervous.

Even though he’s been mocked as the “King Without a Crown,” he’s consistently made it to the World Championship and has plenty of finals experience. I thought he’d breeze through the quarterfinals, but this is unexpected.

This isn’t like the King Without a Crown.

Well, he’s won now, so I guess he’s not that anymore.

But you know, Bbangbbang, you’re only truly recognized if you win internationally.

Domestic wins don’t get the same respect.

[The ban-pick phase is starting.]

[It’s following the expected flow. Banning the 0-tier picks and splitting the decent 1-tier picks.]

[Janus Dragon. The final sixth pick. What City Core will they choose? Given the current ban-pick situation, even though it’s been nerfed, Ormal seems the safest choice—wait, what?]

A massive cheer filled the stadium. Everyone watching the match erupted in excitement over Bbangbbang’s pick.

[Thierry! Thierry has been picked!]

[Thierry in the World Championship. It’s Rumen. He really knows how to drive people crazy.]

Rumen! Rumen! Rumen! Rumen!

Everyone united, chanting Bbangbbang’s player name.

As the global World Championship audience buzzed with excitement, I clicked my tongue.

Why are you pulling that out already, Bbangbbang?

You should save it for the finals.

No sense of timing, huh?