"How's the resolution on your end? Still holding up?
Wave nine was a bit of a mess, but we're still in one piece."
Kang Min adjusted his collar, his fingers tracing the edge of the black fabric that remained perfectly in place.
The arena was a graveyard of chitinous shells and shattered iron, the blue fungal light reflecting off the cooling ichor on the floor.
He stood in the center of the Crucible, his breathing steady despite the five consecutive waves of high-intensity combat he had just endured.
『[Viewer_77]: 1080p and 60fps, boss! Your mask didn't even slip!』
『[Small_Change_Goblin]: My ten minutes are up. You're still a brooding gargoyle, but I'll admit, your parries are... adequate. For a beginner.』
『[Noob_Slayer]: Adequate? He literally just used a dead thrall's head to block an arrow. That's top-tier shithousery.』
Kang Min looked at the chat, a small flicker of a smile hidden behind his mask.
"Adequate" is all I need, Goblin."
