Soon, Max was to come across another player. A player he recognized well and had not expected to see.
"Well, we meet again," The man said as he adjusted the pen behind his ear.
"Are you stalking me?" Max asked, firmly gripping his sword whose blade was charged by sparks of electricity.
"Stalking you?" The man who was named Blain scoffed as he took his pen from behind his ear. "What else would I expect to hear from a stupid special one? I'm here because the transportation led me here, you dumbass. What even is special in being called a special one? Having a system that helps you grow stronger or the fact that you are referred to as someone special?"
Blain's expression and actions were just as Max had remembered. His mannerism and way of approach had always been carefree and he least cared about the way he talked to people. He just said and did whatever he wanted.
"You sure are still rude," Max retorted.
