Or... maybe this guy used to play a different class.

Otherwise, with the strength of this Sealer, he wouldn’t have been cornered just now—unless he’s unfamiliar with the map.

If that’s really the case, it’s pretty terrifying.

To play like this under boss fire on an unfamiliar map, you need top-tier judgment and awareness—there are fewer than ten people in the Dream League who can pull that off.

Chris Foster said, “Alright, I’m done messing around. This is a waste of time.”

He stopped hunting his teammate and started fighting the boss properly. “At least give me a hand, will you?”

Ethan Grant also knew he shouldn’t just stand there watching.

He helped out a bit, and seeing that his teammate wasn’t just waiting to mess with him, he started fighting the monster seriously.

Once the two of them teamed up, things got much easier.

The boss’s health bar dropped rapidly and was soon nearly empty.

Seeing this, Chris Foster rushed forward. “It’s about to go berserk—don’t let it retreat and reset!”

Ethan Grant immediately understood the boss’s berserk mechanic and instinctively chased after him.

But instead of retreating, the boss jumped right at them, getting right up in their faces.

Ethan Grant: “……”

The next second, the boss’s berserk ultimate slammed down on them, and both were left with just a sliver of health.

Ethan Grant: “……”

Just to get him killed by the boss, this guy didn’t even mind getting himself caught up too—he’s really something else.

Chris Foster had done it on purpose, but not to mess with him—he just wanted to test something.

Now he had his answer: this Sealer really was running this dungeon for the first time and didn’t know the boss’s berserk mechanic, which is why he fell for the trick.

Both of them were highly skilled; after taking the hit, they quickly dodged to the side and kept fighting with barely any health left.

The spider boss couldn’t withstand the firepower of these two pros any longer. With a miserable screech, it collapsed and lay motionless on the ground.

The chaotic cave finally quieted down, and the remaining people looked at each other.

Chris Foster said sincerely, “Sorry, I remembered wrong. Tell you what, you can have all the loot from the boss.”

Ethan Grant would have to be crazy to believe him. He casually looted the corpse and left the instance.

Chris Foster followed him out, pretending to ask offhandedly, “But how did you forget too?”

Ethan Grant paused and said, “I got it mixed up.”

He didn’t want to deal with this guy anymore, so he walked to the edge of the cliff, took in the view, and jumped off.

Chris Foster: “...Hey!”

Ethan Grant spread his arms and went into free fall.

The good thing about games is, you can respawn after dying.

The good thing about full-immersion VR is, you can experience the thrill of bungee jumping.

Only, the thrill was a bit dampened.

Whether it was a technical issue or the game company’s safety precautions, his falling speed wasn’t as fast as in real life, and the wind in his face was only a little stronger—but it didn’t matter, he didn’t mind.

The scenery below kept zooming in, and the game music flowed directly in his mind.

A cool breeze brushed his face, carrying the unspent youthful spirit in his chest—exhilarating and unrestrained, making his eyes sting with emotion.

Dreamland Continent.

He was back.

He let out a soft laugh.

But before the smile faded, his body got stuck midair—a downside of the beta test: too many bugs. He’d hit an invisible wall.

He was sprawled out, starfish-style, thirty meters above the ground. He tried to move, but nothing worked.

The next moment, a dark figure slid past him and hit the ground with a “thud,” turning into a corpse.

Chris Foster respawned on the spot, looked up, and saw his new pose.

Ethan Grant: “……”

Chris Foster: “……”

Chris Foster immediately burst out laughing, throwing his own words back at him: “666.”

Ethan Grant: “……”

Chris Foster, worried he’d log off, got a bit more serious: “Can’t you move to the side?”

Ethan Grant said, “Nope.”

Chris Foster came directly below him. “Let me check your coordinates. Wait a sec, I’ll jump over and see if I can pull you up.” He quickly climbed the mountain, lined up the coordinates, and jumped down, landing right on top of Ethan Grant, stomping back and forth on his back, laughing, “I’ve got to take a screenshot of this…”

Before he finished, he must have stepped on something, because he actually pushed him down.

Ethan Grant hit the ground and became a corpse, while Chris Foster stumbled and ended up stuck in midair instead—tables turned.

Ethan Grant: “……”

Chris Foster: “……”

Ethan Grant said, “You want a screenshot?”

Chris Foster said, “...I was just kidding.”

Ethan Grant didn’t call him a ‘6’ this time, but opened the in-game shop.

During the beta, most items in the shop were grayed out and couldn’t be bought. But the game company knew what players liked—they loved setting off fireworks—so that item was available, free for testing during the beta.

He took one out and placed it on the ground, planning to set off some fireworks for his teammate to thank him for the rescue.

Chris Foster: “……”

Ethan Grant was about to light it, but suddenly stopped. “If I set it off here, can you even see it from your angle?”

Chris Foster said, “I can see it.”

Ethan Grant looked at him.

Chris Foster looked back at him.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Ethan Grant walked over with the firework, adjusted the angle so it was pointed right at his face—obviously not believing a word he said.

After all these years of gaming, Captain Fang had never ended up in such a situation before. He asked, “Can you act like a normal person?”