"Holy crap! What kind of abomination did they design?"
In the real world, Carcar sprang up from his bed in the college dorm like a corpse bursting out of its coffin. He angrily yanked off his VR headset and tossed it onto the bed, cursing as he climbed down the bunk bed. In his slippers, he headed for the balcony—only to find "Noob" A-Cha already standing there, smoking with a gloomy expression.
A disposable paper cup filled with water sat by A-Cha's hand, serving as an ashtray. He even had decent manners.
"Well, well. You, the 'pro gamer,' logged off too?"
A-Cha grinned at Carcar and flicked him a cigarette, sharing one with his good son. The two of them stood on the balcony, puffing away. In the midsummer heat, they wore only tank tops and shorts, looking no different from any other listless college students.
"That damn Father of Scales can evolve forever!"
Carcar flicked ash off his cigarette and cursed over the sound of cicadas outside.
"We finally got it down to half health, then the bastard roared, changed forms, and shed its shell. After that, it came back at full health in an even stronger form. We've done that three times already, and now it's on its fourth! That freak even evolved a disintegration beam!
It focused all seven beams from its compound eyes on me. I didn't even get the chance to turn into a bat before I got logged out.
Damn it!
All my gear's broken, too. I took a huge loss that time."
"Not a loss, not a loss. This is the final battle of the beta test. Gear is just a bunch of pixels. We've secured the Life Greenhouse, and what's left of the Creator system is now in Lord Murphy's hands. Once