"Hey, Huna. You suck, don't you?" Reylin asked from the side.

  He was looking at the bandit boss and his underlings' fight. Those were going against players with less level than them, but they somehow struggled. However, the answer to their struggle was simple.

  Reylin!

  The players weren't giving their all because the player with a unique class was next to them.

  And Huna was thinking about Reylin's words. It was the first time he faced the players, and though he didn't believe in his loss, the difference was clear. The players were eager to try fighting, and they were also immortal.

  The latter made them more reckless than other 'humans', and Huna believed it wouldn't be too long before those players came with the same levels. If their whole purpose was to level up, wouldn't players soon bully the weak residents?

  Huna was conflicted, but as Reylin's voice rang out, he used his skill, "Thievery Knife!" The player leader suffered a heavy blow, and he struggled to keep his back straight! Huna didn't miss any chance, and he quickly dealt with the player.

  Reylin clapped and looked at other underlings.

  Their boss' victory pushed them forth, and their knives tasted more blood until the players turned into particles.

  "This game is the hardest game for the majority of Earthlings. How would you rate their swordsmanship?" Reylin asked.

  Huna glanced at him and said, "Their swordsmanship sucks. Only their skills hurt me."

  "And that's what makes this game the hardest for us." Reylin faintly laughed, "But at some point, they will learn. Even if they don't learn proper swordsmanship, they will still get rid of you through level gaps. Unless you level up, that is. I wonder, how is the leveling up for you guys?"

  "We can't…… level up as easily……" Huna replied, knowing the gravity of the situation. "That is unless we taste the dark matter."

  "Dark Matter?" Reylin repeated, and then his system flashed.

  Ding!

  [You have learned about dark matter.]

  Ding!