"Everyone knows that the most despair-inducing thing about fighting a BOSS is when you're about to win, only for the BOSS to suddenly put up an incredibly thick shield and fully restore its health right in front of you, forcing you to fight it all over again. Even worse, you have no idea how many times this mechanic will trigger."
Lanchi sat in the spectator stands, spouting incomprehensible nonsense.
But Cat Boss, nestled in his arms, somehow felt that it understood Dean's mental collapse.
No wonder Dean had just roared at Lanchi outside the arena.
This bastard was the one who had created this Netherworld-like mechanic to torment Dean.
"Gameplay where you can't even tell how many health bars are left really messes with your mentality. Under these circumstances, most normal people wouldn't want to keep fighting."
Sid also nodded in agreement.
After chatting with Lanchi so much, even her choice of words had gradually begun to match his.
Aside from his average Constitution growth, Xia Ya's other three attributes were all fairly balanced and excellent. His most outstanding trait was his extremely high talent for spiritual and Psychokinesis Magic, allowing him to learn many spells directly.
Lanchi had discarded Xia Ya's former card structure, which was more like a spellcasting rogue's, and stopped him from being a trickster mage. Instead, he had transformed him into a highly mobile berserker with tremendous staying power, raising his strength by several grades at once.
As the two chatted, Viscount Levin Kinston's eyelid twitched from the side.
Although the two of them made it sound easy, he couldn't imagine how much pain Xia Ya had endured over those three days to complete such a transformation.
For the romance between a young man and woman, this seemed a little too brutal.
In the arena.