343 I Alone am Worth Thousands of you

– 2047!

Everyone's mouth dropped upon seeing the ridiculous damage. Their Mages were already considered powerful, but they were barely scraping fifty-plus damage each, betting at their numbers to bring the boss's hit points down.

Just how high was Ren's INT to be able to ditch that amount of damage?

"Care to enlighten me on how we are going to kill him again?" Eric asked his sister.

Erica pouted, and her forehead creased. "He must have poured all his EXP to INT, so his DEF must be low. Have you seen his HP and MP bar? They're only in the three hundred."

Though Erica thought that something wasn't right since she saw before, inside Jibblinplip interiors, that Ren's HP was in the 600. Was she merely hallucinating then?

Eric could only shake his head. "Uncertainty is a dangerous thing. We don't thread in that path.

". . ."

"But I guess that we don't have to kill him after all," Eric added as he nodded in their members' direction.