Though Hill had plenty of thoughts about it, and knew these veteran players were the main force behind the pranks played on him—especially the Heaven-Defying Alliance, which was unquestionably at the forefront—
he still hoped to see them, rather than some new faces.
One day, these people would disappear from his sight. Hill understood that perfectly well.
Even if some of them might appear in the Multiverse in the more distant future, they would no longer look or feel the way they did now.
These players, who had appeared at the most important stage of his life and sent what might have been a triumphant life into a sudden nosedive, these Undead who made even someone who might be Telashir's fastest-advancing person afraid to live without restraint, were indeed one of the important reasons Hill had made it this far.
At first, of course, before Hill knew his own identity, all he had thought about was how to survive among these crazy players.
But if the Undead had never appeared... however much he restrained himself and told himself not to get carried away, Hill could not guarantee that he would not have become too arrogant.
How special I am!
A born Child of Nature, incomparably powerful... and with a face that bore some resemblance to the Elven God-King.
And before all their dirty secrets had been exposed, the Elves had enjoyed a very good reputation in Telashir.
Hill's life had looked so much like a protagonist's!
Among both humans and Elves, his status could be considered noble.
Though his father had been something of a dumbass, the side he had chosen back then really had been the right one.
Without William, that second prince would never have outplayed his own older brother, who was even more petty, ruthless, and underhanded.