89 Chapter 89 – Show Time [2]

No one said anything about what he had just drunk. They only thought that he had just drunk a D-grade nutritional supplement because it had a similar color.

"Hehe, how extravagant."

Even Flexy didn't suspect anything and only smirked at him.

Max grinned back at him and climbed into his capsule.

"I made sure to use all your money wisely."

Both of them laughed and entered the game. Their characters appeared in the clearing, with Max having two axes on his back and Flexy with his shield and sword.

Because every character in the program turned basic, not even Flexy's golden armor remained, making him look down.

"My golden armor…" He muttered as he rubbed his chest area.

"Concentrate, Flexy," Max called out as he looked at the camera. 

He could see a small screen showing the production crew above it. It was how they communicated with each other.