374 Humans Are Wild Cards

"Humans always tend to be a Wild Card in situations like this one." Peach eyed the screen in front of her as she moderated the ongoing fight. She actually managed to obtain the popcorn and was munching on them as she idly watched the obviously higher-leveled Races start encountering the elite humans.

Over her shoulder, a certain individual had finally gotten up from her seat and actually approached Peach which made her happy. Unfortunately, in comparison to Peach whose emotions were worn on her sleeve, the one right next to her was emotionless.

Moderator Olive, who was supposedly in charge of another server, blinked at the screen and said a sentence. "I agree."

Peach almost started choking on her popcorn and finally turned her gaze away from the screen and stared up at Olive. They were all supposed to be nothing more than cogs in a wheel.