"Man, that is such a tragic backstory," Zeke mused, casually resting his chin on his hand as he sat cross-legged directly on the massive shoulder of a colossal beast. "For your compliance, you've officially earned a quick ticket back to the spawn room." He drove his katana straight down through the creature's skull.
The sheer volume of raw attribute points I've passively amassed from clearing these trash waves today is getting borderline annoying.
{Literally every single mechanism that simplifies your existence is catalogued as 'annoying' by your broken brain, yet you remain as fundamentally lazy as a sloth on tranquilizers.}
That is an entirely different philosophical debate, Zero. Zeke casually dismissed the notification window and turned a warm, bright smile toward Yeon, who was watching him from a few paces away.
"Yo! Did you catch that absolute masterclass in positioning?"
Yeon simply stared at him, her expression deadpan. Are you genuinely doing this right now?
