"Let's go, let's go."
In a detached villa in the suburbs, the team leader hurried the five team members.
Today was the day of the final showdown with the Devils.
A final showdown of skill in the game Red Alert.
Sending this bunch of gaming addicts—who, after over a month of training, could barely manage a five-kilometer run at a six-and-a-half-minute pace—into a real battle with Devils? You'd have to be out of your mind.
"Do we really have to wear such strange outfits?" the player known as War King asked.
Such an incredibly cringey name came from a novel he was obsessed with, Retired War King in the City.
Leon had also read that novel. If he remembered correctly, the plot was about the strongest Warrior from a Legendary Mercenary Corps who retired to sell barbecue on a street corner.
Everything about it felt absurd while he was reading, and putting it down left him wondering if he was wasting his life. Yet he just couldn't stop himself from reading it.
Weirdly addicting.
