“Look at that, another one of those players just cleared a high-rank dungeon. I wish I could be in his shoes.”
The man said this as he walked past Vell, tossing him 50 credits without taking his eyes off his phone. Vell caught a glimpse of the screen, showing a powerful player basking in glory and fame.
“Thank you,” Vell muttered in a low, rough voice. He watched the man vanish into the crowd, still hearing murmurs about players.
He glanced into his cup and slowly reached to pick it up, but a group of common bullies appeared and kicked it away, scattering his credits all over the street. He didn’t even bother getting up to collect them; he simply watched the bullies walk away, laughing.
“Fucking loser.”
“Haha, I heard a crazy rumor about him, apparently…”
