Six hours of resurrection time was truly agonizing for the Undead Tribe.
This wasn't game time; it was their actual reality.
Although William had issued them a warning early on, those who insisted on going to their deaths could only curse him for not warning them enough.
They should never have been able to fly over there.
When Hill heard the Undead cursing William ruthlessly inside the giant screen, he couldn't help but glance at the unfazed King.
The more vehemently they cursed, the happier William seemed to become.
William cheerfully poured himself a large cup of wine and, noticing Hill's gaze, even asked him if he wanted one too.
Hill shook his head with a cold expression.
Watching William's reaction, Hill recalled his own past gaming career.
When he passionately cursed the game designers for their inhumanity, were those being cursed raising their glasses in celebration?
The joys and sorrows of game designers and players are forever different.
