"Holy shit, that's Money Traveler!" Stewart blurted out.
"Hey, knock it off. Orson's here—don't call me guild master. I'm just a glorified workhorse," Bradley shot back, scowling.
Orson found it pretty amusing. Bradley's face was still that chubby, square shape, but now topped with an odd mess of silver hair. His build was a lot bigger too, more like his game avatar. Clearly, Bradley—the world's biggest henpecked husband—had wanted to keep his Infinite Dimensions physique. So when the system fused their forms, it mashed together his real body and his in-game one into this new look.
The others mostly stuck to their real-life appearances, just like Orson, confident enough not to hide behind avatars.
"Are you an idiot? You've got a spatial pouch—just stuff the damn car in there!" Madman couldn't help ribbing him.
Shing!
The words had barely left his mouth when an arrow zipped past Madman's cheek and slammed into the doorframe.
