Let Me Roast the Messenger! (1/2)

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On that fateful day, the New Leaf plaza was filled to the brim with players. The CPR dude was in the very first row: he would never miss his boss's grand exit! 

Jack was the man that had made him want to play Infinite actively. He wasn't just trailblazing for the peeps in Desolate Desert anymore. Nowadays, he genuinely freaking loved playing! 

Heck, he even found himself unconsciously signing CPR dude on parcels IRL! A nickname he once hated was now a mark of pride. He was THE CPR dude of Demonic Legion. 

He was now patiently awaiting the man who was a mentor, a leader, and a friend to him.

He could hear the faction members murmur: 

"Why are we in the village?" 

"Isn't the Demon King still red?" 

"Yep, even after the Field Boss Event." 

"Won't the village chief attack him then?!" 

"Why don't we just all swarm the chief at once?!"