Acheron: Huh? The Assassin class? Me?

"But Caster has been confirmed eliminated, as has Assassin. Rider, Archer, and Saber are all on our side, and I'm Lancer. If you're not Berserker, then who else could you be?"

"I told you, I'm not Berserker. Who are you calling names?"

"I can't be bothered arguing with a Berserker like you. You're not worthy of hearing it.

Maybe your Madness Enhancement rank is so high that you've always believed you were Lancer. It may have even altered your status screen." Diarmuid shook his head.

"You... Fine, fine, fine! Then I'll use the same loadout as you and defeat you!" Chen Li laughed in anger and lifted his banner pole.

"Come on." Diarmuid crooked a finger at Chen Li.

Provocation really did work.

And since his Master hadn't said anything, that meant he was very satisfied with Diarmuid's performance!

What Diarmuid didn't know was that the moment Chen Li appeared, every Master hidden in plain sight or in the shadows froze.

What the hell were those endless rows of Inherent Skills?

And what was with the blood-red words Great Rage of Li that had suddenly appeared above Chen Li's head?

Why had all the attributes on his status screen turned into EX-rank after those three words appeared?

What was going on?

The provocation had worked, but it seemed to have worked a little too well.

"You use a spear, so I'll use a spear too. You use charm, so I'll use charm too. Kid, watch closely." Chen Li narrowed his eyes at the battle-ready Diarmuid.

"No problem, go ahead... Wait, what did you say? Charm? I—I can't move!" Diarmuid suddenly discovered that his entire body had gone stiff.

No, what was this?

Diarmuid did indeed possess a charm skill.

Black Mole of Love: C.

It could cause women facing him