"Get ready to witness the power of Godslayer's Plan B!" Madman cackled with devilish glee.
"This is it—the Godslayer secret weapon for boss hunting!" Stewart yelled excitedly.
Daloré was on the verge of a meltdown. Black pellets rained down onto his majestic head, dragging his thousand-year reputation through the mud like roadkill.
"What the hell... is this even real!?"
Orson stood frozen in place, eyes wide. He'd always known Madman was shameless—but this?
It was a level of shamelessness that shattered the moral floor.
He seriously considered hopping on Crimson Lizard King and kicking them both off mid-air.
There were lines you just didn't cross.
But then Orson paused, sighed, and muttered, "Thank god he's just a magical creature... I might've logged out from second-hand embarrassment otherwise."
Blank turned, cheeks flushed. "Can I just ask... other than pissing him off, what's the point of this?!"
She was completely speechless.
