If I waited even a second longer… if I didn't act before she did, the opportunity to steal the kill might vanish for good.
So I stepped forward.
Not too fast—just enough to match the rhythm of the advancing frontlines. Each step was measured, practiced, like someone used to being here. Someone who belonged.
And that was the trick.
The moment nearby players caught sight of my gear—the full, glowing Magic Swordsman Set—the whispers began.
"Wait, isn't that the complete set?"
"No way a random has that… That's real-money gear, right?"
Perfect. Let them believe that. Let them think I was just another rich casual flexing with a flashy set.
And they did. I even felt the spells begin to pour in from the rear-line support teams.
Blessing of Might.
Speed Chant.
Reinforced Armor.