Black Online-Chapter 158: Butcher, Duelist, and Strategist

"Shall we head elsewhere to continue this meeting? I never liked having meetings in this office. It feels too formal."

Della suggested.

"We’ll follow you."

Nick said.

With that, they left the office, and the outside-standing guild members watched them leave—they followed way behind.

Just to make sure that their guild master, Della, would stay safe.

After a while of walking, they arrived at the common room—it’s where the players usually gather to socialize and plan their next quests.

The fireplace crackled with warmth. The tables had General’s Game opened up. The couches were scattered about in the room.

It was a very cozy-looking place.

The windows were also without a curtain.

It allowed them to see the setting sun and the sky that was about to turn dark—later at night, they could see the stars, moons, and aurora borealis.

"Feel free to make yourself at home. I can give an order for one of my subordinates to head to the kitchen to make some refreshments for you as well." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Della sat down with a smile on her face.

"I don’t mind a drink."

Prince Amatumba sat down on a couch.

He was a dark-skinned man with round eyes and three red dots on his forehead. He had a deep voice that was soothing to listen to.

It might be cold for him, as he was only wearing a traditional robe that some monks might be wearing.

"Sure thing~"

Della looked over to one of the players, who responded with a nod, and headed off to get some drinks.

She then looked back at Amatumba, and honestly, she felt quite uneasy, as she knew who this man was.

"Butcher of Manila—what a fancy nickname you got."

Rock sat down beside his granddaughter and said with a grin.

His granddaughter shot him a gaze and screamed inwardly, ’Are you a fool?’ But she knew better than to say it out loud.

’Why would you say that, dumb grandfather? You don’t even know whether that nickname is an insult or praise!’

Della felt like facepalming.

"I don’t think so, Demon Instructor, as I think your nickname is much better than mine."

Prince Amatumba said.

"Hehe~"

Rock grinned.

However.

Even though he was acting lightheartedly, even Rock knew that Amatumba wasn’t a person to be messed with.

The Butcher of Manila was a person that every top player knew about—his nickname was very famous among the gaming community.

"You’re Barach, aren’t you?"

In that moment, Waylen sat down at a table where there was another person sitting and quickly started a conversation.

"Hmm?"

Barach looked at him.

"Who are you?"

He asked.

"Waylen."

He said with a smile.

"I don’t know you."

Barach said.

"Yeah... I am still in the middle of increasing my reputation. I plan on joining some of those Player-Versus-Player tournaments soon... I heard you are a decent duelist."

Waylen said with a smile.

"...You heard, huh?"

Barach scoffed.

"I heard you’re one of the best. I heard that you even dueled against Leon. How did it go?"

Waylen asked curiously.

"...You’re curious about Leon? Why is that? I sense more than just curiosity, I sense urgency. What’s that all about?"

Barach asked.

"I want to defeat Leon one day. He is the strongest player, after all. Isn’t that what every player aspires to?"

Waylen asked with a chuckle.

"You want to defeat him? Well, good luck with that."

Barach laughed.

"You didn’t answer my question yet—you fought him, so how did the fight go? Was it close, and do you have any tips for me?"

Waylen asked.

"You’re loud..."

Barach stood up and left the table—he went to stand by the window instead—just looking at the setting sun.

"Tch..."

Waylen leaned against the backrest of the chair.

In another table, Fang Raon sat with Anna, as she refused to leave his side, and Nick and Incognito joined them at the same time.

"Name’s Nick, nice to meet you."

"Hi."

Fang Raon shook hands with them and then turned to look at Incognito—he was a black-haired man with an average face.

Buzz~

At that moment, Fang Raon heard his chat window go off—someone sent him a message—and he quickly checked it out.

[Rock: The black-haired guy’s name is Incognito. He is the strategist of Anna’s Angels. He is also one of the world’s greatest General’s Game players]

[Rock: In the last world championships, he was third. He is an expert at predicting his opponents’ moves]

[Rock: If you want to see the level of the world’s best, I’d suggest challenging him for a game. I am sure he will accept]

Fang Raon read through the messages and shot a gaze towards Rock—who was just talking with Amatumba while sneakily sending those messages.

’Why is he telling me this? Maybe he is still pissed off about that cheek kiss with Della. Or maybe he actually wants to use this as a training opportunity.’

Fang Raon thought.

"I am Fang Raon. Nice to meet you...?"

He looked at the black-haired man, who returned the gaze, his sharp eyes locking with his—as if he could see his thoughts.

"Incognito... I’ve heard a great deal about you, Guild Master Anna’s brother."

He said.

"I am a little bored. Do you play General’s Game, by any chance? If you do, shall we have a match?"

Fang Raon asked with a smile.

"Haha."

Nick laughed.

He found it very amusing but didn’t tell Fang Raon why he found it amusing, as he wanted to see where this went.

In Anna’s Angels, there was nobody that could be a challenge to Incognito in a game of General’s Game.

Thus, he always had to seek elsewhere for some challenge.

"...Sure."

Incognito replied.

While he was still new in Anna’s Angels, they ended up in a Guild War, and they all trusted him to find a strategy to win.

However.

He couldn’t find anything that could get them a victory, but then Anna sought another person for advice—from her brother.

And that advice helped them to win the Guild War.

That brother was Fang Raon.

"Incognito..."

Anna said coldly.

It was like she was saying, "If you embarrass my brother, I will kill you," and she wasn’t joking around either.

"It will be just for fun."

Incognito said with a twitching smile.