"Ha ha ha, don't be so nervous noob!! We've only been playing for a short while and you keep on calling out OT OT!! Are you OTMAN?" Steamed Bun Invasion laughed out loud.
"F*CK!" Maple Tree raised his gun and wildly shot at the two monsters that Cleansing Mist was attacking. In his heart, he felt extremely depressed.
What was wrong with worrying over OT? How could I have known that such a freak team existed? So it was actually possible to prevent OT like this. This type of control is ridiculous. Maple Tree comforted himself as he gloomily fired at the monsters.
In this guild, he was the senior, the boss. When they dungeoned, he was the leader; he gave the orders; whatever he said was the law.
But now? He was the noob. He was the OTMAN. He was burning with anxiety. His face was covered in tears.
Maple Tree felt wronged!
