“Huh? It jumped on you from behind?”
“Yes. I fell conscious after that. Anyway, how did you see it chewing on my leg? What kind of monster is it?”
Despite not being afraid of anything, Sabrina’s voice trembled when she recalled what had happened.
Sasha fell silent as she didn’t have an answer too. After all, she too had fainted out of fear.
From what Sabrina is saying, she must have been the one who dropped the birth certificates on the floor.
In that case, what is that monster? It was relatively big. So why did no one ever notice its existence?
Although she was baffled by it, she had no time to dwell on the question.
After all, she needed to log into the game and find Sebastian.
“Overlord? My oh my. With a handle like that, it’s as if he is worried that no one knows his identity.”
“Who are you talking about?”
Lance suddenly turned around and asked when he saw Sasha’s eyes glued to the computer.
Regaining her senses, Sasha waved him away as it was none of his business.
However, when she finally found Overlord, she was stunned.
Damn it, he is such a high-level player while I’m just a newbie. How am I going to hook up with him? Hell, he might not even be bothered with me at all.
Sasha was on the brink of tears.
Lance called out, “Sha?”
Finally, Sasha had no choice but to turn to him for advice. “Lennie, I have a question. When playing games, how do newbies hook up with elite player?”
“What?”
What kind of question is that?
Why is she asking about games all of a sudden?
After pondering a moment, he took out his phone and sent Sebastian a message: Sebastian, are the both of you talking?
Sebastian: ?
Lance: Ever since Sha stepped into the office, she did nothing other than look up how to play games. She even asked me how a newbie links up with an elite player.
After a long silence, Sebastian replied: What’s her handle?
Under the pretext of asking Sasha a question, he sneaked a glance on her screen.
Lance: You won’t believe this… Pinky Pork
Sebastian: …
Unaware that both men were laughing at her expense, Sasha was still racking her brains on how to link up with an elite.
“You’re too new to the game. Usually, elites will just ignore you.”
“I know.” Sasha nodded in agreement. “That’s why I’m feeling frustrated.”
“Perhaps, you can pretend to be a fan.”
“Fan?”
“That’s right. Elite players have tons of fans who admire them. You can use this as an excuse to add him. Who knows, you might just get lucky.”
In the end, Lance cooked up an idea for her.
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