Silence. Outside Safe Zone 9527, twelve players surrounded Ethan. No one spoke.
A biting wind swept up snowflakes, swirling them around, setting a stark scene.
Right now, every pair of eyes was fixed on Ethan.
What did they just hear?
Surrounded by so many class change players, this [Windchaser] wasn't panicking at all—in fact, he even said "Great"?
Is there something wrong with his head?
The man in the black trench coat looked at Ethan impatiently and waved. The four players behind him stepped forward right away, including the special class player [Don't Read This Sentence].
The woman in the white turtleneck watched them move, sighed, and said to Ethan:
"We really don't have time to play games with you. You still can't see the situation. You're no different from those idiots in [Black Sea]."
"Hand it over. You should know this: without enough strength, anything you have will be taken by someone stronger."
