George turned around.
A triumphant smile hung on his lips, as if the whole world ought to bow at his feet.
"Next, we build a guild and recruit people!"
His voice brimmed with unquestionable confidence.
"The Undead Cataclysm is about to arrive. As long as we survive this wave of quests and make a name for ourselves, our guild will take off in no time!"
His gaze swept across the crowd like a blade.
"With our strength, dominating World Zone 616 will be effortless."
He paused, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening, laced with undisguised disdain.
"That idiot Charles only knows how to put on airs. His sympathy is overflowing so much he's brought it into the game! Following me is the smartest choice you could make!"
The others all nodded and chimed in, their voices overlapping one after another.
"Brother George is awesome! As expected of the number one player of World Zone 616 in the Hidden World!"
