The current batch of players seemed a little better; at least no one died on the first night.
In the little skeleton's limited observation, a particular player stood out. She remained calmer than most, had quick reaction time, and could deal with the nightmare creatures in this haunted school with relative ease.
With this display of skill, she naturally rose to become a leader among the newbies and Intermediate players, creating a semblance of order and harmony, which was a stark contrast to the previous batch's surging hostility and malice.
They called her a Veteran player.
The little skeleton watched in curiosity as the veteran player petted the black cat, running her hand from the top of its head to the tip of its tail, making the cat so comfortable it couldn't resist rolling back to show its tummy, meowing coquettishly and purring softly from its throat.
"Where did such a cute kitty come from?" she cooed.
"Meow~"
