[You've Cried Already] shuddered in the bushes, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Cousin?
Insecure?
Insecure, my fucking ass!
I'm just stunned by your god-tier, Oscar-worthy switch in expressions, okay?!
But [You've Cried Already] was a seasoned veteran who had spent years in the gaming scene. After a brief moment of bewilderment, his brain crashed and instantly rebooted.
I'm Chovy!
We've got a god-tier carry on our hands today!
This guy isn't just a sneaky bastard-he's a sneaky bastard with absolutely no fucking shame!
Though a thousand curses stampeded through [You've Cried Already]'s mind, his body cooperated perfectly.
He swallowed, immediately put away his spear, and stepped out of the bushes looking extremely "awkward."
To play along with [Give Me Your Phone]'s performance, he even deliberately hunched over, rubbing the edges of his boxer shorts with both hands. His eyes darted about as he stammered out:
"H-hello, sir..."
At the sight of [You've Cried Already] trembling all over like a complete coward,
the Cultists, who had still harbored doubts, actually breathed a sigh of relief.
That's it!
Now this feels right!
This was the fear and humility an ordinary person from the Wasteland should show before an emissary of the Abyss!
Although the fellow in front who claimed to be the younger cousin was absurdly fanatical, everything made sense when paired with the behavior of his cowardly older cousin behind him.
They were simply two poor wretches driven mad by the struggle to survive in the hopeless Wasteland.
As for why the two wore nothing but boxer shorts?
What a joke. These fleeing refugees were lucky to have any pants at all!
"Heh heh heh..."
The Cultists Squad Leader at the front let out a sinister chuckle.
He put away his Magic Staff, his eyes beneath his mask