The crowd was going wild as they discussed the earlier event.
"Hehe, I can't believe this worked."
"What do you mean? We were truthful!"
"Construction? More like demolition, haha!"
"Hey, guys, look there. They're coming back!"
All heads turned toward the entrance of the burned house. The Village chief slowly walked out, blood staining his chest and fists as he grinned.
"Oy, why is he alone?!"
"Did they have a fight?!"
"Don't tell me the Demon King's dead?!"
The Village Chief jumped up, looking down on the crowd. His powerful muscles and well-defined abs were glittering in the sun, making many players gulp— along with the old lady.
But just as he was ready to speak, a disturbance happened in the air. There was a purple flash, and a man they all recognized appeared.
Jack was akin to an emperor, his proud demeanor overshadowing the chief. Not only was he fully geared, but his cloak also glowed with magical symbols giving him an unfathomable aura.
