Sixth

Crown Reylin loved three things; flames, fireworks, and bombs. He didn't spare any of these against those who insulted him due to his family. No, Crown Reylin wasn't born in a poor family. He was born into an outstanding family with every descendant prevailing in their industry! But as the first immersive game appeared on the market, Crown Reylin stepped in... to enjoy more of his hobby!
Flames, fireworks, and bombs! Empresses, the kings and their princesses, and many more people will feel them!
It was Reylin's time!











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I like them big, do you?

"I see... Of course, he must've chosen a few ghosts for himself, then let them increase their strength through the arena... Now that I think of it, it should happen soon," Reylin contemplated loudly.

He understood the necromancer's plan.

This dungeon allowed ghosts to become stronger by fighting through the undead. If he was really well-versed in undead, he would control the undead as well and just boost ghosts under his rule.

"This place is really a treasure vault for him," Reylin said and stood up.

"Are you going to fight him?" Callan asked, his eyes on Reylin's face.

"I have to deal with him until he becomes too much of a problem. You also prepare to kill a few undead and become stronger," Reylin replied.

He was already before the bathroom doors and promptly opened them.

Emilia immediately shifted her eyes to him.

I know you