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Pride Online

Although Wisana was the son of a developer of “Pride Online”, the most popular game of this time, he had never shown any interest in the gaming world. However, when his crush mentioned she was playing the game, he immediately joined in! He began his journey as a clueless new player, so inexperienced that even a two-year-old could defeat him! His misfortune was endless from the start… First, he landed in front of a Boss-level monster! Then, he accidentally kicked the boss and had to run for his life… And when he tried to sell his items for some money, he almost got tricked by a cunning seller! Yet, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Just as he was about to fall for the seller's trick, a girl named Maysa suddenly appeared and saved him. She taught him everything about this virtual world and even invited him to join her party. Who would have known… that their lives would change forever… The system would like to announce an event from the GM, hunting the Boss “Lord Inferno” at the abandoned dungeon with a Mini Event “Get the shot if you dare!” “This is definitely our event,” Maysa said, looking up at Wisana with sparkling eyes. Wisana turned to look at the pretty face that was made up with a smile as always. But he somehow felt anxious. “I changed my mind. We’re not going to Tristan tomorrow. We’re going to the abandoned dungeon!” “Huh!!” And so, the legendary adventure of the duo began!

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The Last Training Part IV

“W… Wait, what about the others?” Wisana asked.

“We’ll let them commence first and we’ll follow,” Baron said and walked up to the edge of the tower. “And Tristan is this close. We can go at any time. What I’m worried about more is you, Vincent.”

She glared at Wisana. He sighed softly.

“And what is it for today, pretty aunty?” He grinned.

“You’re very good with your level and Signetic control. I don’t have to teach you anymore.” She sighed. “But it’s not good enough. You can’t win against Lucius like this.”

“Lucius?” Wisana raised his eyebrow. “...Is he that good?”

“....” Baron did not reply right away. She turned the other way and murmured softly. “Only 30%.”

“What’s 30%?”

“Our chance to win.”

Not only Wisana but also Sarquros and Mona Lisa could sense Baron’s trembling voice. They knew right away that it was not a threat. It was the ugly truth that even Baron had to accept it.

“Only 30%?”

Wisana asked. His voice was so stressful that Baron giggled.