Two hours later, at the Teleportation Point connecting the Colorful Mist Coast to the game space.
All 32 members of the Fate Race who were gaming addicts had arrived.
No matter how unwilling they were, the threat of having their internet cut off for a week had ensured that no one dared to skip it.
Life Throat's gaze swept over the members before him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Their in-game appearances were quite different from what he had imagined.
His own outfit had changed from what he used to wear, but it still followed the style of silver robes. Pale silver patterns of fate's trajectory were embroidered along the hem, and the cuffs were neatly fitted. It retained the Fate Race's signature cool detachment. It wasn't particularly flashy, yet it possessed an otherworldly elegance.
But the members standing before him were entirely different.
They had been thoroughly influenced by players on the forums, and their sense of style had gone completely off the rails.
At the very front stood Fate Man. His rainbow-colored, spiky afro had been dyed using an Armament Module, and every strand crackled with sparks. He wore a black leather robe emblazoned on the back with an image of the Di Nian Evil Spirit floating with its arms folded, topped with the words "Bully." The whole getup made him look like a street punk from some bygone era on Earth.
The Fate Dun beside him was even more outrageous. His bare upper body showed off arms tanned a deep bronze, and his muscles did look solid. But the Armament Module had tattooed all sorts of bizarre designs and words across his skin, making him look downright possessed.
The members in the back were just as chaotic. One wore sunglasses with lenses bigger than his