Orson's eyes gleamed with excitement.
As long as they won the Light Dragon civil war, both the Spirit Tribe Assassin and Ghostfang Frostwolf classes would be unlocked.
And if those were opening up, could the other advanced hidden classes really be far behind?
The dream of Godslayer members awakening hidden classes en masse was no longer fantasy—it was about to become reality.
"May I have this honor, my lady?"
Orson, riding high on the thrill of victory, extended his hand to Blank like a proper gentleman, inviting her to ride atop the Dragon King and sweep across the battlefield with him.
"I'm so jealous I could explode! This CP is my forever OTP!"
"Blank… kiss him for me, then come back and tell me what it felt like! You two better be happy forever!"
Slaughter's female players were going wild. Their eyes sparkled with envy, and even some diehard Orgod fangirls were crying and throwing pixel-flowers in the air.
Blank wanted to dig a hole and disappear.
