Wisps of white smoke rose from Barn's head.
The sweat covering his face evaporated in the workshop's heat, condensing into tiny droplets in midair and forming a white mist.
Drogo suspected Barn's "Forge" title had not come from any great renown.
It was purely because he looked the part.
The last person Drogo had seen smoking like that had been about to kick into Second Gear.
As for Drogo himself, he felt no pressure at all. Barn's lineup had taken shape, and Toto was there to hold him back.
So he shut his ears to it all and played Lucky Star anyway.
Lucky Star was a lineup where the more rounds you lost in a row, the greater the reward when you finally won once.
It was not very practical, but it was immensely entertaining. When playing a game, you should play however made you happiest.
Drogo had assigned this effect to the goblins in Otherworld Auto Chess, but since goblin history had no famous characters to speak of, he had no choice but to mix in a few ogres.
"We're doing all right, aren't we?"
"Of course!"
Drogo had even recorded the ogres' voice lines himself using a voice device.
Unfortunately, several dwarf players brought in merely to make up the numbers had no idea what they were doing, so Drogo could not even maintain a losing streak.
Meanwhile, Barn's hands were trembling uncontrollably, from fear and from excitement.
The fear came from the pressure that little girl gave him. It was comparable to a giant dragon's!
Though he had never faced a real giant dragon, and the strongest opponent he had ever fought was only a sub-adult Sub-dragon, the Toto in the game was probably no weaker than an Ancient Dragon.
He had placed second for several games