"Good job, everyone!" Clive lifted the raid member's weary souls by smiling radiantly, as well as showing off his bald head that was somehow brighter than his teeth.
"Yea, yea, we get it, Saitama," Noc murmured weakly. He has expended more than the usual amount of effort for this raid because the Mud Golem had more HP than they initially thought.
'I thought Bob was weak damage-wise. He's been fighting against the golem for an hour but only managed to shave off a tenth of its HP.'
Noc thought in horror because the raid ended after another hour. This time, it was a team effort of more than 30 players with at least half of them being rankers. Clive himself was a huge help, but his DPS dropped after using all of his skills.
'But this guy has constant damage.'
