Eye of Ignite Part VIII
“Oh man… Basturk is crossing over to Hope, this is like kicking on my nose!” Kelvin groaned in frustration as he took a step back from Swordsman from Fate. But the opponent had a mocking expression.
“I can’t help that you are so noob, Kelvin. You chose the wrong server like Hope. Your skill can even be on par with Tigris’ from the Life server and you could become part of half NPC of three main servers. But you dare to choose a defective server like Hope, I am very disappointed, Kelvin. You are a noob like Wilma who thinks she has a second personality disorder. What does she call herself when she runs away from a problem like a rat? Tear? She called that?" The European man, who had a faint beard and wearing the Japanese hakama, spoke while his left hand held a sword pointing at the front. His right hand relaxingly held a longsword that emitted a deep purple glow.