Kouske trembled. They were supposed to be the overlords of this world after this war!
They had planned so much. They had plotted so much. They had spent so much.
They even lied to everyone and systematically lured them here for human sacrifice without their knowledge. They had planned everything to the t, and in the end… this guy just casually killed the monster?
Then what was everything they had painstakingly done worth?
Just how strong was he?
Then another thought floated in his mind. What if the weapon and the weird undead army was not the only thing he had obtained from the game?
What if he had managed to take every single thing out and bring it to the real world along with him?
Kouske felt his whole world darken. His reality was crumbling all around him. How could something like this be possible?
That was just a tutorial. Something like that should not be possible. It was not fair. He had started from scratch.
