Alas, my Substitute Doll, gone just like that!
And it also left me with a bump on my head!"
Dean McKenzie was cursing all the way as he walked over, rubbing his head.
He was still holding the now-ruined Substitute Doll.
While looking distressed, he also comforted himself.
"But it's okay, this doll was a Level 40 item anyways, and I was Level 45 when I used it, so it was barely viable.
Once I level up to 60, or even reach the Third-turn, this thing would be useless anyway.
Trading a Level 40 item for a Level 80 boss isn't a bad deal."
Though he claimed it wasn't a bad deal, Dean still felt a hint of sadness.
His heart hurt.
Obviously, this self-consolation was ineffective. But when he saw the glimmers leaking from Avery Evans, his tears instantly dried up and his speed increased dramatically.
He rushed towards Avery Evans.
