"Wait!"
Greed cut Bruce off sharply. "That's plagiarism—blatant plagiarism! What the hell is the 'Homeland Defense and Strategic Security Logistics Bureau'? It's called the 'Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack, and Logistics Support Bureau'! You think changing the name makes it yours?"
"But it wasn't yours either." Bruce spoke with perfect confidence. "Don't think I don't know S.H.I.E.L.D.'s boss is called Nick Fury!"
"But he's the Director, and I'm the psychological consultant!"
"You can't accuse me of borrowing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s name when you're a psychological consultant, not the Director!"
Greed slammed his fist down on the table.
"What? Only S.H.I.E.L.D. is allowed to have a psychological consultant?" Bruce said with his arms folded. "If that counts as plagiarism, then you made yourself a rich second-generation heir, and I didn't say anything."
"There's more than one rich second-generation heir in the world!"
"There's more than one psychological consultant in the world!"
"Stop!" Agent slapped the table. "Settle your scores with each other later. Explain your backstories first."
Bruce curled his lip. "My backstory wasn't that complicated. Before it was changed, I was a psychological consultant for an agent organization. But joining an organization like that required agent training..."
"Nonsense. How come I didn't get any?" Greed asked.
"Then you should ask your dear Director whether he skipped your training and pocketed the training budget." Bruce shook his head.
Greed's eyes darted around.
"Stay on topic!" Agent reminded him.
Bruce cleared his throat again and continued, "From the opening introduction, I learned that monsters existed in this world. One had already arrived in the village and nearly killed someone."
"Anyone smart wouldn't want to run into a monster the moment they entered the game. But I wasn't about to count on the host showing mercy. I preferred using my own setting to avoid appearing directly