Are you all so poor?

Ming brimmed with delight as his skill cooldowns diminished by nearly half, strikingly contrasting to others who witnessed reduced ability durations. For him, this delightful transformation signified a veritable bounty of wealth.

As he sprinted across the battlefield, Ming took note of the day's combat situation. Though it wasn't entirely one-sided, it was close enough, and at least the chaos from the previous skirmish was absent.

At that moment, he spotted several individuals retreating under the relentless pressure of a lord-tier zombie. Ming dashed toward them, hollering, "Fear not, I have arrived!"

"Gutmann is here!"

"Excellent, he has a wide-ranging attack and is swift..."

"..."

"Leave this to me," Ming said, brandishing his chainsaw. Turning to the group, he continued, "You all go assist the others. Let's bring this battle to a swift conclusion."

"Understood!"

"Gutmann, stay safe."

"Let's move."