"I..."
"I still lost..."
Inside the Freedom Federation's competition preparation area, Room One.
Norton, who had been successfully resurrected, lay propped up in bed, his pale face filled with disbelief.
Even now...
He still seemed unable to accept this cruel reality.
Before dying, he had been stripped of every privilege he possessed, as though a supreme deity had delivered the most merciless judgment upon him.
When he opened his eyes again and found himself in the lounge, he already knew it—he had lost!
And it had been a crushing defeat!
The levels he had painstakingly regained had dropped even more outrageously after his second death.
He had fallen directly from level 69 to level 61!
A full eight levels!
Beside Norton sat a group of teammates, their faces equally pale and their expressions utterly dejected.
He did not know whether it was an illusion, but at that moment, he seemed able to hear the curses and mockery from outside, directed at him and the Freedom Federation.
Damn it!!
Bang!!
Norton could not stop himself from smashing his fist into the nearby table!
Boom!!
The table instantly cracked apart, startling all the teammates around him!
At this moment, Norton's gaze was dark. He clenched his teeth tightly, unable to suppress the impotent rage rising from his heart.
Why!?
Why the hell!?
He was just a Jobless Freelancer—how could he so easily defeat a prodigy like me, someone with the bloodline of a Chaos Demon!?
The key was, I hadn't underestimated him or gotten careless either!
I had used every skill and every method available to me!
The teammates beside him opened their mouths, wanting to console their captain.
But after thinking it over, they ultimately did not dare say anything, afraid that they too would be caught up in his impotent