Class C player Kim Hanbi stood still and looked at the big monster in front of him.
To be exact, he was looking at the wreckage of the shattered monster.
“This… what the hell…”
No way.
In Korea. No, in the whole world.
He has never seen a player who can break a big monster into pieces with just a fist.
If one or two of such players existed, the monster’s population would be half of the current existing ones.
Kim Hanbi turned his head toward the man who created this mess.
The man, wearing a black plastic bag over his head, was riding on a bicycle while brushing off the blood from his suit.
“Oh, I’m so bloody. This blood doesn’t come off easily.”
“Hey…”
The man on the bicycle turned his head towards the voice calling him.
Of course, what Kim Hanbi faced was not a face with eyes, nose, and mouth, but a black plastic bag.
‘How did you get rid of the monsters? Did you know the monster would show up? Is the one you just used a skill? Why are you wearing a plastic bag?’
All kinds of questions lingered in his head, but there was only one question that came out from his mouth.
“Who are you?”
The man in the plastic bag answered Kim Hanbi’s question in a very refreshing way.
“I’m an office worker.”
“What?”
“I’m just an ordinary office worker.”
