Flying Thunder God Second Step

Akasaka shoved his sword in with all his strength, intending to use it to take his opponent's life.

But Heathcliff was, after all, the game developer and possessed quite a few system privileges.

Enduring the excruciating pain wracking his body, Heathcliff opened the system menu and pressed the one-click logout button...

The next moment.

Heathcliff's body dissolved into nothingness and vanished completely.

Akasaka's one-handed sword stabbed into empty air. He even reflexively twisted the hilt..., trying to widen the wound.

The method was exceptionally cruel, as though he were afraid the other man would somehow survive the stab...

Akasaka was the kind of person who kicked someone while they were down and finished them off.

He scanned his surroundings without letting down his guard in the slightest.

After all, if his opponent suddenly appeared behind him the next second and launched a sneak attack while he remained completely unaware, that would be truly embarrassing.

Suddenly!

The spot where Heathcliff had vanished began to distort, as if something were about to emerge from it.

Akasaka instinctively leaped back, only stopping after opening up nearly ten meters of distance. At the same time, he assumed an attacking stance and held his one-handed sword before him.

Heathcliff reappeared where he had just vanished. His figure swayed as he dropped to one knee, panting heavily and drenched in sweat. He rubbed the spot where Akasaka had stabbed him, still shaken by the close call.

Just now, Heathcliff had used his system privileges to temporarily leave the game world of Aincrad...

Put simply, he had logged out, then logged back in.

That way, he could refresh his physical condition.

It was basically exploiting a buff.

Heathcliff's injuries had thus recovered, but the pain from moments ago remained vividly etched in his memory, leaving him deeply