Chapitre 170: Wild West of Nightmaries.

In Divinity's home.

A young man with black hair was leaning on the chair while watching a stream and, every now and then, writing in the chat.

For the first time in a long time, he actually didn't feel bored and was excited about a stream, which both made him feel strange, but also nervous about the possibilities this stream had.

He still has concerns.

What if Wraith wasn't actually a good player?

It would be a catastrophe, but Divinity is sure that he would still attract viewers, but most likely, he himself would stop watching Wraith's streams.

His class is what makes him nervous. Marksman, widely known as the WORST class of White Online.

It is challenging to use, difficult to master, and near impossible to become Pro Player.

''Hmm? What the hell is this?'' Divinity stopped leaning on the chair and leaned closer at the screen.

On the screen, the white-haired young man reached the end of the path, and the sight was something extraordinary.

...

Inside the White Online.