"How humiliating! In Calia City, when have I ever endured such indignity?"
Exiled Immortal tried to break free from the vines binding his hands, but the green tendrils were exceptionally tough.
After several attempts, he couldn't move them an inch and eventually gave up the thought.
This encounter left him feeling quite disgruntled.
After nearly three months of playing, Exiled Immortal had more or less grasped the uniqueness of this game, including the mutually respectful relationship between players and NPCs, which he had come to accept.
But this unprovoked hostility really irked him.
"Hang in there. We should be there soon. Haven't you noticed the insect noises are getting weaker?"
"Big brother, you even noticed that? No wonder you're number one—such a freak."
