In the New Leaf training camp, a group of players stood in a circle mumbling unrecognizable chants as they tried summoning an incredible being.
"Appear for us, oh mighty Demon King!"
"We humbly await your arrival so that you can guide us!"
"Heroes of Justice are overrated anyway. Please dispense us your wisdom!"
"Please teach me so that I too can get slaves of my own. I don't need an entire guild. A cute girl will do!"
In between every call for the Demon King, loud chuckles could be heard. This had all started with a few players deciding to wait for Jack to come back. He was bound to log in soon, right?
But waiting was so dull that one of them had whimsically and playfully started a full-blown demon summoning ritual.
Why weren't they doing something productive instead? They wanted to know more about the upcoming faction— but honestly, this was just an excuse to have some fun role-playing.
I didn't bother too much with that random girl. I swear, from time to time I would generate random hate. It's like a superpower of mine. I'll just be minding my own business relaxedly and then BAM! something troublesome happens. It's really weird.
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