[As a King, any damage you try to inflict will be nullified.]
As the words appeared in front of the two Kings,
"What the fuck?"
"Seriously?"
"We're supposed to fight like this?"
"Calm down." Gin said, thinking with a hand to his chin.
[Eleven Participants have been added to your Army.]
[All of your Stats have been equalized.]
[Every Stat of every Participant is now at 5 Stat Points.]
"Five Stat Points… What are we supposed to do with that?"
"I knew this was-"
"Shut up." Petra interrupted. "Gin, what do you think?"
"Their Stats have also been lowered to 5. The Game isn't treating us differently despite the difference in numbers. That's what it feels like." Gin explained. "In any case, I need to make the Army now."
"Make the Army?" Another Participant asked.
Just as the question left the Participant's mouth, Gin clicked.
The next second, a translucent crown appeared, floated in the air for a moment, before resting on Petra's head.
