There's Definitely Something Wrong with This Game's Matchmaking (Seven Thousand) (Continued)

"Wasn't that entirely Russell's own ability? Custom Champion?"

While evading pursuit, the woman spoke a name that made Sunday's heart clench.

No, how was it that even while being chased, he still got to hear news about that guy?

Just thinking about how his sister wholeheartedly defended that damn blond bastard made his head buzz, even in the middle of their escape.

As his head buzzed, Ruan Mei turned her gaze toward her and spoke.

"Probably not. More accurately, that man has too many abilities: manipulation of subspace, manipulation of spacetime, probability alteration, replication, and the Possibility Lock he obtained from you..."

"Though he keeps claiming that energy intensity overrides everything, he is fundamentally a mechanics-based Emissary. His numbers just happen to be rather high."

"His abilities are so varied that he can use mechanics to gain special advantages against more than ninety-nine percent of all lifeforms."

"High numbers are the least noteworthy of his traits."

"Who is he? Then why not call him over?"

Pam the rabbit immediately boiled with excitement.

Judging from the current situation, his fate of being beaten to death and then making a comeback by reincarnating as Xiao Wu was practically set in stone.

Yet unexpectedly, such a character had appeared at this moment—someone capable of beating Screwllum into Shubie?

This sudden surprise had long surpassed the realm of wild delight. It was like seeing Aha get his ass blown apart by a single shot.

"It's impossible to contact him. He probably hit his head on a toilet bowl by accident and developed senile dementia."

Herta turned back, forcibly diverting the Emperor's Spears raining down like raindrops, her face dark.

"Tch. I should talk to him later about how we're settling the previous score—"

"What are you talking about? You make me sound like some