A Player wearing a brown plaid hat, smoking a pipe, walked cautiously in the maze.
"Damn, where are my Player Skills? Why can't I summon anything?" The youth fiddled with his pockets, discovering that his various top-class Equipment and weapons, he couldn't take out a single one! Replaced by some bottle caps... Damn it, he didn't even like drinking alcohol! Who stuffed these things in here?
Helplessly, he could only continue moving forward.
As he walked, he suddenly encountered a tall man with disheveled long hair, wearing Demon Horns, holding a jug. This man was twice as tall and sturdy as him. The Plaid Hat Youth swore by his neighbor grandma's apple pie, this was the most manly man he'd ever seen!
"Brother, are you also a Player? Can I ask which level this is? Has the World Game not ended yet?" The Plaid Hat Youth greeted.
The man seemed a bit confused too, as if he couldn't figure out the situation, continuously drinking large gulps of alcohol.
