"Look, asshole, I don't give a shit who the fuck you are," said Mark with a cold voice that surprised even his own subordinates. "Consider yourself dead."
"Ooh, look at me shake," said the suited man in a mocking tone, lifting the greatsword and resting it on his shoulder. "For just a low-level necromancer, you've got more balls than I thought, Mister DarkLord69"
"...How the fuck did you just call me?"
Upon hearing those words, Mark's brain froze, because in this world there was only one person who knew that name... and that person was himself.
DarkLord69 was his username in Eternal Conquest Online, the account he had created in his previous life and in which he had invested thousands of hours of his life.
Mark fixed his gaze on the subject in front of him and suddenly realized why that white suit with purple details seemed so familiar to him.
