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/At the same time, within a private room of the Mercenary Guild…/

/SPLAT!/

As the video of a player being smashed to a pulp by a massive green guy played, a man calmly drank some rough beer with a serene gaze.

He wasn't alone, as next to him were 7 others, all wearing different clothing that represented their Classes and jobs.

They all had the same emblem on their chest… A red emblem…

If it wasn't clear already, everyone was watching a Livestream from one of the many players participating in the 'raid' of the Field Boss of the fields.

/Sip.../

After taking a large sip, he said with a small chuckle:

"How brutal."

/Slurp…/

"You seem pleased." Someone else said as he looked at the man drinking

"Of course I am, look at them, those greedy fucks, they didn't properly assess the situation, and that's what they get."