Un... unbelievable.
Nicaton Earl stared blankly at the figure standing before him—a Dwarf dressed in cloth garments and holding a staff.
He knew this Dwarf... it was the character he had created in World Rift.
Ever since the King had announced matters concerning World Rift characters, Nicaton Earl had been forced to spend time on the game.
Nicaton Earl's daily affairs were extremely demanding, and carving out time to play such a game seemed like an even greater waste of time to him.
Until tonight, when this game character had appeared beside him and saved his life.
Nicaton Earl glanced at the corpse in the corner of his room. It was an enormous spider.
A moment ago, this monster had been about to devour him. The magic Nicaton Earl had always taken pride in had been completely useless. At the final moment, this Dwarf, who had appeared from nowhere, had saved his life.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
Nicaton Earl tried to communicate with his game character, but the Dwarf did not answer him. Even his expression did not change.
It was not until Nicaton Earl pictured the action of taking a step forward that the Dwarf mechanically took one step forward.
A puppet?
He grasped the situation quickly. Suddenly, he heard roars and the sound of shattering glass coming from another part of the manor.
Nicaton Earl's heart clenched. His six children were still resting in this manor!
If there were monsters like these elsewhere... Nicaton Earl did not dare think any further.
He immediately shoved open the door and rushed into the corridor with his Dwarf character, intending to save his children.
But the corridor was already littered with the corpses of those monsters. These bizarre bodies did not remain for long before turning to dust and