Currently, there were six people who had become Deities.
Aside from the Player known as the Masked Monk, it was just the five of them.
From this, it was easy to see that the Chosen Group's luck was indeed quite good.
But as the group was leisurely eating hotpot, they all froze at the exact same moment, their hands halting mid-air.
The five of them stared blankly, looking at each other before their faces broke into joyous expressions simultaneously.
"Well, I'll be damned. We were just talking about the Chief, and here he is."
"And with something big, too."
Logical Genius said with a faint smile.
"The Chief really can't sit still. It looks like he started preparing for the new map right after his breakthrough."
Little Ordinary Person mused, "After all, time waits for no one. Who the hell knows when the Darmarix's Sword of the Oakland Star Realm will fall? This is how it should be."
