Fantasy (5)

"Yes, I am. Why do you ask? Do you need something?" Dmitry said.

At that moment, there were three different reactions from three different groups of people.

Dmitry's and Mirian's new friends were paralyzed—the King of Assassins, a player who was a living legend among the best of the best, was a man who seemed to have the mental age of a child. How was that possible?

His partner, Mirian, was stressed out by the group of players who had appeared. How dare they destroy the Adventurers' Guild and make Dmitry reveal his, in quotes, "secret" in such a dull way?

Lastly, the four unknown players who somehow knew Dmitry's identity without ever meeting him in the game had a look of joy on their faces.

"Don't worry, we don't need your help," said the Imperial Player Aloci.

The unknown player sighed.

"What you should be asking is what we can do to help you," said Emperor, a player who ruled a Rank A World.