Arnain Backroom
The moment Milecor returned to the waiting room, his neck was grabbed before his body was lifted into the air. Killing intent filled the room along with the savage and bloodthirsty aura.
At the same time, the room flashed red as the System notified the participant about the violation. Milecor didn't struggle or fight, not because he didn't want to, but because he knew nothing would happen to him.
He looked at the figure holding his neck. A three-meter-tall figure with tanned skin, a pair of tusks protruding upward from the mouth, and a broad shoulder that was twice as large as Milecor's body. A glinting obsidian-like horn on his head, defined muscles carved on his body, and arms.
The figure was an Ogre, but not just any ordinary Ogre.
"You'd better drop me down if you don't want to lose your hand, Neret!" Milecor looked Neret in the eyes.
