Greg stared at Drakonix in disbelief. Torch him? The words echoed in his mind, absurd and infuriating. Ever since he had learned about Absolute Concepts and the powerful beings who wielded them, he had found himself constantly under pressure—ordered, and looked down upon by Drakonix. Although it was more of unserious and teasing remark, he still held grudge in his heart from it.
A dull frustration bloomed in his chest. But who was to blame? While most players were busy grinding level 50 bosses and savoring small victories, he was thrown into the middle of cosmic conflicts, facing apocalypse-tier powerhouses and refusing their commands outright.
Without saying a word, Greg turned and walked away, his back straight but his heart burning. He made a silent vow—One day, I'll become strong enough to punish Drakonix for this, sleeping Drakonix unaware of the mess he placed his future self
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