Ren's Plan 2

"So . . . ," Evie chimed in, "what World Boss are we talking about here?"

Ren's focus flickered to her, and a lazy grin spread across his face.

"There's a few," he told them, hands sprawling on the large map of Arcadia on top of the table. "The one we have a chance to defeat lived in the west on the Continent of the Humans.

Leonel rubbed his hands together. "Oh. That means the land of our real race."

"But make no mistake," Ren warned, "though I said we can defeat it. We still need hundreds of players to reduce its HP to even half."

"So that's when the guilds came in," Evie said.

"That's right. In the fight against a World Boss, it didn't matter if you belonged to the top guilds or top players. Whoever kills the beast is the winner. Our job is to make sure that we're the ones who killed it while every eye is on us.

"Sounds . . ." Leonel scratched his head, ". . . complicated."