"Helper!"
Silence washed over the warehouse like a tidal wave, and the players exchanged shocked looks like they couldn’t believe it.
"...How?"
Randell asked with his eyes round in shock, and then he narrowed his gaze and asked angrily.
"Who told you that I am Helper?"
"Nobody."
Fang Raon said.
"Lies!"
BANG!
Randell slammed his hand on the table, cracking it in half with a surprising strength, and he stood up abruptly from his chair.
"It would be impossible for you to guess my correct class otherwise. You cannot read my mind, now can you?"
"...I just narrowed the classes down. Mage, Warrior, Tank, and Ranger—none of them would’ve worked for you.
"There was only Assassin and Helper, but I felt like you were giving the Assassin answer on a silver plate.
"It was what you wanted me to guess, right? It seemed too... obvious, so it must’ve been Helper. Your hint is what gave it away, so thank you."
Fang Raon said with a smile.
It made Randell’s face beet red as he thought that he was outplaying Fang Raon, but it was actually him who was made into a joker.
The players tried holding back their laughter, but Randell could still hear their muffled laughter, which made him angrier.
"You think you can come to my house and embarrass me? The game is over. You lost. And I also changed my mind, you are not leaving this place with your life intact!"
Randell shouted in anger.
"I won fair and square!"
Fang Raon jolted to his feet, but Randell just laughed and summoned a staff made of blackwood that smelled like burned tree.
"How fucking naive. I decide who wins. It is my game, remember? And you lost, you fucking moron."
Randell grinned malevolently.
In that moment, Fang Raon picked up his sword and shield from the table and swung the blade at him.
Randell blocked it with his blackwood staff, and in that moment, every player stood up on their feet with their weapons in hand.
"My home, my rules. I am Randell, the leader of the Street Kids, and I give you props for guessing my pathway correctly.
"I am currently a Level 6 High Ranker, and my class is Anti-Healer. Only the strongest can rule over this floor, and I am the strongest here!"
Randell shouted.
"...Level 6? Why aren’t you higher in the floor with that kind of strength?"
Fang Raon asked with a deep frown.
"Why would I when I can have my own kingdom here? I got everything here. Money, fame, and women. It’s my paradise, you fool!"
In that moment, the thief and several players attacked Fang Raon, but he defended himself with the shield.
"Aurel’s Blade Dance!"
He danced through the attacks, waving his sword and shield with the same rhythm as the dance, and survived the first onslaught.
"Anti-Heal!"
Randell cast a spell, and Fang Raon’s health started dropping suddenly.
[-10 HP]
[-10 HP]
[-10 HP]
Every health he lost was added into Randell’s health, and thus, he was going over his maximum health limit.
Fang Raon quickly chugged some healing potions, but the health he received was immediately stolen back by Randell.
’I can’t defend against that spell at all?!’
At that moment, the thief attacked Fang Raon, and his silvery dagger sliced through the air like a razor.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
The speed of the attacks was even too much for Fang Raon, and he was riddled with wounds—bleeding wounds.
"Tch!"
Fang Raon jumped back, chugged one more healing potion, and then met the thief’s lunge with the shield.
The shield stopped the dagger, and at that moment, the thief touched Fang Raon’s sword and made it disappear.
[You’ve lost the Refined Sword!]
It appeared in the thief’s hand.
"Haha, I’ll have this back, thank you very much!"
The thief grinned with his bowl cut of hair falling messily over his eyes.
BANG!
In that moment, Fang Raon slammed the shield across the thief’s face, snatched the sword back from his hand, and thrust it through the thief’s heart.
"Cough... Gurgle..."
The thief’s health dropped to dangerous levels, and the corners of his vision turned black, as if he were dying.
"Health Transfer!"
Randell waved his staff and gave some of his excess health to the thief, helping him escape death.
"Argh!"
The thief pushed the sword out of his body and escaped in a hurry with his chest drenched in blood.
"T-Thank you, boss!"
He shouted as he went back to hiding.
"..."
Fang Raon stayed silent and looked at Randell, who had sat back down on the throne, as if standing was too much for him.
"...You probably thought that I wouldn’t heal anyone, right? You think these people would be following me if I were that selfish?
"They know that if they stay by my side, they will never die, as I have an ability to block death from happening."
Randell said with an ugly smile.
Every player in the warehouse nodded their heads.
"...Fair enough, I guess."
Fang Raon said with a strained chuckle and slowly backed off to the door, but the Street Kids players quickly cut him off.
’...I got those three Escape Marbles. Maybe I should use them now? Wait, but there isn’t a safe zone in this place!’
His expression turned increasingly uglier.
"Whoever kills him can keep all of his stuff!"
Randell shouted.
With malicious grins, the players looked at Fang Raon like he was tasty prey, and they all eagerly charged towards him.
"Haaah!"
Fang Raon grabbed the sword and shield hard—his breath was ragged and heart pounding in his chest—it felt like everything was moving in slow motion.
Death was coming at him.
"LIGHT!"
In that moment, a hooded figure by the warehouse window, near the ceiling of the warehouse, summoned a floating grimoire.
Bright light burst out from the grimoire and flooded the warehouse.
"AAAAAARGGH!"
"MY EYES!"
Randell was blinded by the sudden light, and he immediately dropped to his stomach, pressing his head against the floor to shield his eyes from the blinding brightness.
Every player screamed in pain.
"Ah... Shit!"
Fang Raon pushed through the players, kicked open the warehouse door, and ran off with ragged breath.
’Who was that???’