Didn’t they just cause trouble on their own server and flee in the middle of the night? There’s no benefit to this—only losses.
[Whisper] Freedeal: You should ask the guild master about that later ㅠ lololol
[Whisper] Chasa: Okay.
Well, a lot of people keep their own rankings private, so it would be a bit much to talk about someone else’s ranking status.
Sa-yoon clicked his tongue lightly and backed off.
He recalled the temporary nickname that had single-handedly cleared out the Medusa chamber not long ago. Of course, PVE and PVP were entirely different domains—just because someone excelled at running dungeons didn’t mean they would automatically be good at PVP.
Likewise, even a top PVP ranker could flounder in a dungeon, hopping around like a frog.
But Sa-yoon hadn’t spent two years on Divine just messing around. That damage output and instinct weren’t something an average player could produce.
By now, he was already convinced that the temporary nickname was a ranker.
Seriously, why did they transfer over? No matter how he looked at it, there was nothing to gain—only losses.
Was it a case of better to be a snake’s head than a dragon’s tail? Though, at rank 30, they weren’t exactly the tail of a dragon—more like its nape…
[Whisper] Freedeal: Then, since I gifted you Cataloa, how about joining the guild as a token of appreciation? ^^
Freedeal whispered back almost immediately after checking the mail. Their guild recruitment tactics were getting more and more absurd.
[Whisper] Chasa: I was planning to anyway.
[Whisper] Freedeal: Wait, all of a sudden?
It wasn’t sudden. He had simply needed time to assess what kind of people they were. Now, he was certain—joining wouldn’t be a problem.
[Whisper] Freedeal: For real? You’re serious?
[Whisper] Chasa: Yes.
[Whisper] Freedeal: Wait, wait, hold on!
After probing so much, Freedeal was now the one flustered when Chasa actually agreed.
[Whisper] Freedeal: Can I ask what suddenly changed your mind?
[Whisper] Freedeal: If the guild master threatened you, please shake a carrot in distress….
Sa-yoon frowned at the chat. Why was the temporary nickname being brought up here?
A few days ago, they had invited him to join the guild. At the time, since he wasn’t sure, he had hesitated. Instead of pressuring him, the temporary nickname had reassured him, saying they could wait as long as necessary. They had even apologized for making him feel obligated.
[Whisper] Chasa: I was moved by your dedication to recruiting me.
[Whisper] Freedeal: They say persistence pays off ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
[Whisper] Freedeal: Chasa, I swear I’ll treat you well. You won’t regret this, I promise!
Late-night emotions could be dangerous. Freedeal seemed overwhelmed with sentimentality over Sa-yoon joining, spamming teary messages before disappearing.
[Whisper] Freedeal: Oh.
[Whisper] Freedeal: I can’t send the invite right now….
[Whisper] Chasa: Can’t the vice-guild master invite me?
[Whisper] Freedeal: Haha, we don’t have a vice-guild master! It’s a dictatorship. ^^
Guilds could assign up to two vice-guild masters to handle things when the guild leader was absent. Freedeal was usually the one keeping the unruly members in check—though sometimes, he also lost control and went wild with them.
Sa-yoon had just assumed Freedeal was the vice-guild master.
[Whisper] Chasa: It’s fine. I’m not in a hurry.
[Whisper] Freedeal: You’re not gonna change your mind later, right? ㅠㅠ
[Whisper] Freedeal: If this was all just to mess with me, I’ll chase you to the ends of hell.
[Whisper] Chasa: ….
Freedeal was usually mild-mannered, but sometimes he would suddenly spiral out of control like this. No matter how Sa-yoon looked at it, he seemed like a perfectly normal person who had been tormented until he turned to the dark side.
Just what kind of gaming life had he gone through…?
[Whisper] Freedeal: Oh, of course! I know you wouldn’t do that, Chasa. ^^!
[Whisper] Freedeal: It’s just… as you know, our guild is full of ♡♡ people. **
Sa-yoon agreed with that. It was true—every last one of them was unhinged. Though, Freedeal seemed to be the only one unaware that he was included in that category.
[Whisper] Freedeal: So, to celebrate your decision to join, want to run Medusa with me?
Freedeal played as a Priest, an offensive healer. While healers generally had lower attack power, they made dungeon runs significantly more stable with their healing abilities.
And since he was a ranker, there was no doubt about his skill.
[Whisper] Chasa: I’m planning to enhance my gear before the siege battle.
[Whisper] Freedeal: Ah, good luck!
But for some reason, Sa-yoon didn’t feel like it. It wasn’t like he had made any promises to party up, yet that temporary nickname was still on his mind for no reason.
Either way, he had to finish enhancing his gear before the siege battle.
Even though no one was around to hear him, Sa-yoon still felt the need to justify himself as he buried himself back in the depths of Ataraxsis Beach.
[Blessed Robe Gloves of Dionysus enhancement succeeded!]
[Blessed Robe Gloves of Dionysus enhancement failed!]
[Blessed Robe Gloves of Dionysus enhancement succeeded!]
[Blessed Robe Gloves of Dionysus enhancement succeeded!]
Maybe the earlier failure had served as a sacrifice—his gloves jumped straight to +10 in one go.
Now, Sa-yoon moved on to optimizing the options.
[Would you like to use an Option Change Potion?]
[Option change successful. Option 3: Defense +2.5%]
[Would you like to use an Option Change Potion?]
[Option change successful. Option 3: Attack Speed +1.3%]
[Would you like to use an Option Change Potion?]
[Option change successful. Option 3: MP +4.2%]
[Would you like to use an Option Change Potion?]
[Option change successful. Option 3: Attack Power +1.1%]
The options were all so horrendous that they were practically unusable. Who in their right mind slapped a physical attack power increase onto magic-based armor? What were they thinking?
“…I just want to get the right options before the siege battle.”
Sa-yoon clicked on the option reroll again out of sheer habit.
[Would you like to use an Option Change Potion?]
[Option change successful. Option 3: Defense +1.4%]
[‘Killer’ has invited you to the guild . Would you like to accept?]
“Huh?”
The guild invitation window popped up over the option change prompt. Sa-yoon, skimming through the messages out of routine, instinctively moved to press accept—only for his hand to freeze mid-air, as if paralyzed.
Something about that name just didn’t sit right.
“Killer?”
Did that just say Killer?
The name wasn’t unfamiliar.
No, more than just familiar—it rang a distinct bell. Sa-yoon rolled the word around in his mind a few times before his expression suddenly twisted.
In a flash, conversations from the past few days surged through his mind.
After that one time they had voice chatted, Sa-yoon had started using voice chat more frequently with the temporary nickname whenever they partied. As a Warlock, managing multiple inputs with just his hands was a hassle, and once he tried voice chat, it made things so much more convenient.
Then, a few days ago, Sa-yoon had asked them a question.
“By the way, aren’t you gonna change your nickname? You said you bought a new ID, right?”
At the time, the temporary nickname had just laughed. Then, in an oddly triumphant tone, they had declared they would be changing it soon.
Sa-yoon, half-jokingly, had asked how expensive the new name was, saying he’d be looking forward to it.
The response? A long string of ‘lololol’, as if the other person found it absolutely hilarious.
Now that he thought about it, all those ‘lol’s felt like they had been mocking him.
Just a few days ago, they had talked about character customization, outfits, and the image board. Back then, the temporary nickname had acted completely clueless—playing dumb the entire time. They had even asked this:
[Party] a10235044: Hyung, doesn’t it get tiring when your posts get that many comments?
And what had Sa-yoon said in response?
“I worked hard on my character’s appearance, so I like it when people take an interest. The comments don’t tire me out at all.”
Thinking back, that had all been a setup.
He was genuinely happy about the attention. He was grateful for the interest.
But Killer—they were the one exception.
Moving stiffly, like a rusted tin robot, Sa-yoon opened his friends list. He had only added a handful of people recently, so it was easy to scan through the names at a glance.
He even checked offline friends, but the randomly numbered temporary nickname was nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile, Killer was glowing online.
If sheer willpower could manifest as physical force, his glare would have burned a hole through the monitor by now.
No way. It couldn’t be the same person.
It was just a coincidence.
Sure, two-letter names with actual meaning were rare, but it wasn’t impossible for someone else to have picked it.
Clinging to even the slimmest thread of hope, Sa-yoon opened the official website.
** Note: ♡♡ is what Divine uses for censorship.
