"Wait, are you saying you were attacked by a Lord Player named 'Gale'?"
"And they were aiming to destroy your Lord's Hall?"
Sparks flew from the barbecue grill at the streetside food stall. MC held a foamy mug of beer in his left hand and a sizzling, oily lamb skewer in his right. The air was thick with the aroma of meat and chili powder. With a smear of grease on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with shock:
"Holy crap!"
"Isn't that the kind of thing that's all harm and no gain?"
"Taking out a Lord Player gets you 10 Dragon Drills at most, plus fifty percent of the remaining resources in their territory… Other than that tiny bit of profit, there are no other benefits."
"Plus, not only would he have to sacrifice a ton of his Divine Chosen Soldiers during the fight, but he'd also be hated by other Lord Players for such a disgusting move that endangers someone's life. Who knows how many mortal enemies he'd make down the line."
