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Retreat, we have to retreat!
That Black Player who had made it to Level 20, the moment he saw the Hellhounds charging over, this thought flashed through his Heart first.
After all, to him, staying alive was always better than getting killed for no reason.
But this Black Player had already become fully game-avatar-ized as well.
Though he was thinking about retreating, his own movements showed no intention of retreating at all; instead he rushed straight toward the Hellhounds, clearly wanting to kill them.
The Hellhounds had really never encountered something this hard-headed before.
But their reaction was fast as well; when the Black Player rushed over, they pounced on him, all those dog heads snapping at the vital points of his body.
In his own dedicated game, this Black Player had only just reached Level 20, and after leaving the game his Level and strength were continuously dropping.
