"Rrghhh roa---" A giant Treant fell over to the side with the leaves on its head falling down one after another before slowly dissipating.
A group of Players were celebrating the defeat of a dungeon Boss. Some hugged the others while some exhaled breaths of relief after the tense fight.
A particular Player with white hair could be seen with a disappointed look on his face and was scratching his head out of frustration.
"Jeez, cheer up senpai! If someone saw the current face you're making right now, they would be confused whether you are an Orc or a Player!" A Player with a sword in both of his hands approached him.
He had a thorny armor akin to Mr. Turtle's armor, they look similar yet different. Each of his swords had a unique pattern forged into its blade, while the edge itself was serrated to deal fatal damage once it found itself inside its opponent's flesh.
His hair is proudly standing 10 centimeters in front, a shiny black pompadour.
