After leaving the conference room, Raven had delivered a speech that left him thoroughly pleased. Relaxed and cheerful, he stretched as he walked out of Blood Vulture Corridor, then made a gesture as if adjusting his glasses.
As he recalled his conversation with the vampires, an intense gleam of interest shone in his gentle eyes.
It was a gleam that could only be called "fanatical."
Like a serial killer spotting a victim, or a mad scientist getting his hands on a test subject.
It made him look every bit the great villain, but in reality, he was simply enjoying the game in his own way.
Although he kept a low profile, he was still something of a "legend" among the players.
Raven had been in the game for quite some time. Teacher Li, who had invited him into the game, had already become a grandmaster of the Shadowtrace School and a T0 Silver player. The players who had joined around the same time as him had all made their mark, yet he remained unknown. He was so low-key that many players had never even heard his name.
He didn't do quests, advance the story, fight, grind dungeons, or even take part in group activities with other players. He rarely appeared on the forums, either. The only reputation he had built was with the Avalon Church, and even then, he hadn't gained it through any conventional means.
All his reputation came from the strange habit of leading the faithful in prayer at Avalon Cathedral and explaining scripture to them.
If not for the fact that he could log in and out, he would have seemed like a remarkably mild-mannered local. Raven had even picked up a local accent from Transia.
That's right!
He was one of the very few players who