Ethan stared blankly at the old man floating in the air, his eyes fixed on the shimmering name above the figure's head.
"What's even the point anymore? I might as well surrender…"
A Level 200 Pseudo-Divine Boss. The words burned into his mind. Against something like that, what chance did he have? Escaping was already near impossible, let alone fighting.
"If you never want to see your girlfriends again, you can always choose surrender," Morzan's mocking voice echoed in his head, a mixture of amusement and scorn.
"Why?" Ethan shot back, remembering what Morzan had said earlier—about kicking players out of Ethereal to keep them from dying in real life.
