Resurrected!
A flash of white light, and he was once again near the Adventurers. This time, Mo Fei didn't run. He charged straight towards the nearest warrior—even if he was to die, he'd slash at least once more.
That warrior was cornering a bandit. The bandit shouted, "Wait, don't kill me, I'm a player."
"So what if you're a player, I kill players," the warrior retorted. With that, his sword fell, slicing off the bandit's head.
Mo Fei thought to himself, geez, do you have to be so brutal?
He could understand the other's approach. Killing monsters, no matter how satisfying, was just slaying NPCs without intelligence—nothing was more thrilling than killing a player.
He lunged forward with a backstab, but alas, without the backstab skill, the strike had no extra damage, and the warrior was armored, albeit just in a common chainmail. His dagger was even worse. Pfft, -9!
Well, at least it was the first time he dealt damage.