Oil Painting Exhibition (1)

Hearing the players' words, the frog had a question mark on his head. The frog waiter was startled, his dark eyes filled with fear.

"No, don't kill me-quack!"

A flash of silver light slashed.

With a pop, the frog waiter's flat green head fell off and rolled to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

The headless corpse twitched and fell limply. Some players came up to look at it and muttered, "It's like an enlarged version of an anatomy experiment."

Ascender who was holding a sharp sword, and bright red blood flowed down the blade, staining the carpet red.

"Damn! Our kill was robbed!"

Players were outraged.

Staring at Ascender's proud and mocking smile, they had to admit that this guy was really fearless.

He was probably the reckless man who killed even professional in RPG, and he was well versed in the ways of assassins.

"Okay, let's go. Pay attention to your erosion level."