"What are these what you call totems?"
My party friends, who saw the wooden figures that I held in my palm, each the size of my index finger, shouted in unison, but the loudest voice came from the Plague.
"What happened? Didn't you like it?"
I asked with a crooked smile on my face, tensing the atmosphere as it stretched. Sukrucuk, who attacked first, snatched the dancing Kochek figure by swinging its skirts.
"This is him. I'm pretty sure it's him. One of the first bosses of the Origin Village, even this is the boss in my area!"
How does he know? Of course, their struggles were not to be forgotten. The two men crossed each other and showed off all their skills.
"Yes, he is. The others will look very familiar too!"
In my hand are miniature figures of all the bosses we killed in the Origin Village. It's been so long since they appeared in my bag that I almost forgot they even existed until the system announcement.
"What good are they, Max?"
