The anger rising within Hong Rao was plain to see, as she smashed her small table to pieces and then took a deep breath, not looking back as she skimmed away into the air.
Consequently, it was the distant Abyss Rift that paid the price.
Xu Shuo smiled faintly as he watched her leave, then turned around and walked back up to the Watchtower.
The expressions of the three people on the Watchtower were complex.
Lin En couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you couldn't possibly be some kind of Second-Generation Gamer, right?"
Top Second-Generation Gamers seemed to possess rare treasures, were kept under close mentor-supervised guardianship upon failing assessments, and had high-rank players to save the day if their defense lines were breached—although the latter might have been arranged by Script Space.
None of them had considered that attracting monsters was actually due to Xu Shuo himself, they just assumed it must have something to do with an item he carried with him.