"Finally—this damn stage is finally over!" Gage exclaimed, throwing his arms up as if the system itself might hear him complain one last time. Any lingering thoughts of Lilium were shoved aside, buried under pure exhaustion and relief.
Alicia stretched her stiff shoulders and scoffed. "I'm telling you, less than half of the players managed to gather more than a thousand GP. This stage was brutal. No way most of them survived with anything decent."
As if on cue, translucent system windows began popping up in rapid succession, stacking in the air before them. Soft chimes echoed with every new notification.
They both glanced up.
[Out of 99 Players, 60 Players currently possess more than 1000 GP in their inventory]
Gage's smug grin froze mid-expression.
"…There's more than half," he muttered, the confidence draining from his voice.
Alicia blinked once. Then twice. "That… doesn't feel right."
Before either of them could properly process that information, another alert appeared.
