After leaving the dungeon, the many players looked at Momonga and the other two differently. Most of them admired them from the bottom of their hearts.
However, some players stared fixedly at the equipment Momonga was wearing, making no attempt to hide the greed in their eyes.
Sensing the malicious gazes around him, Momonga steeled himself and prepared for trouble.
Tachimi and Rota walked at the front. The surrounding players all made way for them, and the intangible aura around the two men kept most players at a respectful distance.
"Hey, who said you could leave? You got some good loot and think you can just walk away? Aren't you making things a little too easy for yourselves?"
A malicious voice rang out behind the three of them.
At those words, every player present held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
"Oh no, those guys are here—the strongest dark guild."
Momonga and the other two had no intention of acknowledging the heckler behind them and simply kept walking forward.
Seeing that he had been ignored, the heckling player waved his hand, sending a massive dark fireball hurtling toward Momonga.
Momonga was completely different from before. With the boost from his divine equipment, he casually raised a magical barrier and blocked the dark fireball.
"What do you mean by this? Must you make things unpleasant?" Momonga's tone darkened. He had never liked causing trouble, but if someone came looking for it, he would never be afraid.
He had once been timid and submissive, but things were different now. With his level increased and divine equipment supporting him, Momonga's overall strength had already reached Tachimi's level. That was why he spoke with such confidence.
This was probably the sense of security that strength gave a person.
The heckling player laughed