The title that Sheva meant was the Endgame Master, the first ever one he had gotten after the system's upgrade a few months ago. He still used it over and over again, as the title really proved its usefulness in the most clutch moment. This time, as the game had already entered the final phase, Sheva decided to use it directly, wanting to take advantage of its effect to find a breakthrough.
'Okay, Endgame Master… Please, help me once again today!'
The moment the title was activated, his aura shifted, as if a beast was awakened within him. Max Warmerdam himself was also taken aback by this sudden change, looking at Sheva warily. Right now, gone was the lazy look that his opponent radiated, replaced with an unwavering pressure as if the boy was a predator and he was the prey here.
'What the hell?! This shouldn't be scientific, right?!' The Dutch GM was completely dumbfounded, his back sweating unconsciously.
