I'll Take Care Of The Million On The Left

"Jake?" The android tilted its head in confusion.

Then the face of a certain man popped up in its mind and a horror-stricken expression distorted the robot's features.

"He-he is here?!"

"You'll find out soon enough." Kevin chuckled grimly. "In the meantime, you'd better focus on the opponent in front of you."

"You?" Vhoskaud snorted contemptuously. "You're overestimating yourself. Players like you who rely on the power of common mammals don't stand a chance against me. Because you chose the flawed Werebear bloodline as your foundation, you are doomed to never reach the top."

At that moment, the android unclipped its cloak and let it fall to the ground with a shake of its shoulder, revealing the metallic frame of a robot built for combat.