Chapter 548: Hello, Omen.

[BBGODDESS IS HERE!]

Omen’s bloodshot eyes slowly widened behind his cracked glasses.

On his screen, standing casually beside the corpse of Mr.Handsome123, was a character he hadn’t seen in a very long time.

BBGoddess.

“Shit.” He panicked as he closed the world chat. “Shit, shit, shit—”

He immediately resurrected his character, but it didn’t even take a second before his character died once again.

Omen was already fast at resurrecting and jumping out of the PVP area, but BBGoddess was faster.

[Holy shit! BBGoddess is bullying him again!]

[Damn! I came here to watch a nice duel, not a massacre—shit, my character died!]

The player who sent the message found his character dead the very next second.

The culprit?

None other than the strongest—and possibly the craziest—player on their server.

[BBGoddess doesn’t even play anymore, but whenever she comes online, Mr.Handsome just has to be talking big.]

[I believe Mr.Forever2ndPlace is not a very lucky lad.]

Omen couldn’t care less about the people talking in the world chat. His mind was too busy figuring out how to get away from this madman.

“Damn it,” he hissed. “I set up a notification to tell me whenever he comes online.”

But he should’ve known.

Ghost could undo something like that without breaking a sweat.

And now, BBGoddess was camping his corpse.

Every time he resurrected, he would die.

Omen ruffled his hair in distress.

“Screw this!” he roared, earning another round of looks from the people around the computer café.

He didn’t care anymore.

“He just comes here to bully me! What a horrible bully!”

Having no other choice, he turned to the world chat.

[Mr.Handsome123: Are you out of your mind!? Coming here just to bully people, you jerk!]

Despite the fast-moving chat, BBGoddess didn’t respond.

“Damn it.”

Omen narrowed his eyes. He needed a diversion. If he could distract Ghost for even one second, that would be enough for him to resurrect and escape.

Hence, he typed another message but didn’t send it immediately.

[Mr.Handsome123: You ugly piece of shit! Just you wait—I’m going to teach you a lesson soon!]

Omen paused.

He reread the message; his finger hovered over the Enter key.

A part of him hesitated. Insulting Ghost like this wasn’t exactly a smart thing to do, but he needed something excessive enough to get BBGoddess’s attention.

“It’s all right,” he reassured himself, drawing a deep breath. “It’s not like Ghost can touch me.”

He nodded.

Yes.

He would be safe.

Even if he sent something like this, what could Ghost possibly do?

Sure, Ghost could try to locate him, but Omen had spent years perfecting the art of disappearing.

There was no way Ghost could find him that easily.

Omen drew another deep breath and focused on the plan:

Send the message.

Resurrect.

Teleport to the safe zone.

Simple.

He repeated the sequence in his head until his eyes glinted with determination.

“Now!”

His finger slammed against Enter.

The message appeared in the world chat. At the exact same moment, Omen resurrected.

Success!

His character stood up, but Omen didn’t waste a second.

He clicked on the nearest safe point. His character vanished and instantly teleported.

[Booo! Coward!]

[Mr.Handsome123, I thought you were gonna teach St.MiguelAndTonic and Moneymaker a lesson?]

[Damn! He really ran to the safe zone!]

Omen’s expression soured at the barrage of messages.

“They’re complaining, but they can’t even get into the rankings,” he spat. “These lowlifes. Do they have any idea how hard it is just to run away?”

More importantly, did they have any idea what he had just risked by sending that provocative message?

“Never mind.” Omen breathed out and leaned back in his chair. “I’m safe now.”

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

He nodded to himself.

Safe.

That was all that mattered.

A moment later, a character teleported to the same spot where Mr.Handsome123 was idling.

Omen raised a brow and narrowed his eyes at the newcomer. Then his face twitched.

BBGoddess.

“This bastard.” He aggressively opened the private chat and sent her a message.

[Mr.Handsome123: Are you kidding me!? I invited OTHER players to a duel, not you! Why do you always come online at the worst possible time?!]

Even after sending the message, Omen continued huffing and puffing.

His frustration toward BBGoddess had been piling up for years.

Ghost’s character had all the most valuable weapons, cards, and items! If this game were purely about money, Omen would’ve been the strongest player on the server.

Hell!

He would’ve been one of the strongest players across all the servers!

Unfortunately, the game wasn’t just about money.

That was precisely why it was so addictive.

Money mattered.

Skill mattered.

And luck?

Luck mattered just as much.

Some of the rarest cards, weapons, and items couldn’t simply be bought. Players had to grind for them and pray to whatever god they believed in that the item would actually drop.

And BBGoddess?

That madman had ridiculous luck.

Omen was about to type another message when his character suddenly collapsed.

“Huh?” He froze.

For several seconds, Omen simply stared at his screen.

A little angel icon hovered over Mr.Handsome123’s dead character.

Even the world chat went silent.

The silence across the entire server was enough to show that everyone was equally confused.

“What the…” Omen slowly leaned forward. “Aren’t I in the safe zone?”

His brows knitted together.

How did BBGoddess kill him here?

Safe zones existed for markets, trading, and other non-combat activities. Players weren’t supposed to be able to attack one another.

They shouldn’t even have the option.

[What the—my skill buttons are available!]

One player sent the message.

[WAIT! I CAN ATTACK PEOPLE HERE!]

[Holy shit! It’s a server bug!]

[HAHAHAHAHA! EVERYONE RUN!]

Omen’s face twitched.

“Bug my ass.”

Chaos erupted almost instantly.

Players who had bad blood with rival guilds immediately declared war. Others hunted down enemies who normally refused to enter PVP areas.

Some players fled to different maps. Others started slaughtering everyone in sight.

The once-peaceful safe zone turned into complete pandemonium.

As for Omen?

He stayed exactly where he was. Not because he wanted to, but because he was dead. And BBGoddess had casually sat down beside his corpse.

“Damn it.” Omen threw himself back in his chair, clutching his head. “This is crazy.”

But one thing was certain.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It wasn’t a bug.

If Ghost wanted something like this to happen, he could make it happen.

The question was, why?

“Why the hell…” Omen trailed off as something flashed in the corner of his vision.

His brows furrowed.

Slowly, Omen turned his head and stared at someone who was sitting at the computer directly beside him.

A woman.

She wore a large hoodie, the hood pulled low enough to conceal most of her face.

Omen stared at her for a second. Then his gaze shifted toward her monitor. He craned his neck, trying to see past the partition between them.

When his eyes landed on her screen, she was playing the same game.

Omen blinked, and his eyes narrowed.

Then he saw the character, sitting casually on the ground. Right beside her character was another character’s corpse.

Mr.Handsome123.

Omen stopped breathing, darting his eyes between the monitor and the person.

“That’s…” His voice came out weak. “That’s me.”

The corner of the woman’s lips curled upward. Slowly, the woman turned her head toward him until their eyes met.

“It’s not like Ghost can touch you, huh?” Ashley repeated.

Omen’s blood drained from his face, making her smile stretch.

“Hello, Omen.”