Broken stood still, his gaze sweeping over the countless players that had now encircled him. They didn't hold back at all, did they?
If anything, this only proved they were taking him seriously. And honestly? That made things even more interesting for him.
He wasn't worried about running out of resources before taking them down—far from it. If things ever got too messy, he had plenty of ways to disappear from the battlefield. With just a thought, he could slip into his Moonlight Dimension and vanish without a trace, reappearing safely back in Slumdon Town.
But tonight… he didn't feel like running.
As he had discussed with Maylock earlier, this entire situation was a deliberate provocation. The people here were trying to annoy the Dissidia Kingdom—and more importantly, him, the ruler of Slumdon Town.
They wanted to bait Slumdon Town into making the first move, to create an excuse for war.
