The orchid mantis darted across the shattered rocks, clutching the food box in her front claws.
It wasn't small fry like Misu blocking her path anymore. Now it was Mistblade, Maple Syrup, and Wither Monarch in person.
But just like in the solo matches before, trying to hit a target barely five centimeters tall moving at super speed was easier said than done.
Those big names had their memories back, but not their stats.
In hunting form, Rita's agility far surpassed that of any current apprentice-level player.
Five of her energy bubbles had already been sliced apart by Mistblade's bizarre blade technique before she managed to slip through by the skin of her teeth, diving straight into her delivery destination—Game House 109.
That was one of the annoying parts of this game. Out of more than a thousand constantly drifting whale-clouds, you had to find the exact one tied to your order.
