"The one who defeated the Mind Harvester was naturally me, you dumb gamer."
I muttered it deliberately, emphasizing the last word because I had caught something very interesting in his choice of words.
Xyrrhael was the monster's true name, a name that barely anyone in this world should know unless they had gone through an eldritch manuscript millions of pages long, something even scholars avoided like a plague.
Even then, I could have accepted it if this bastard had actually called it Xyrrhael, thinking he was one of those nutcases, but he didn't.
He called it The Mind Harvester, the name I used back when I rewrote the story slightly for my game. I thought monsters like this didn't need some overly grand tongue-breaking name. Xyrrhael sounded cool, sure, but it was useless for gameplay. So I renamed it Mind Harvester to perfectly describe what the thing did.
It was a name meant for gamers and now this guy was using it which meant only one thing that this bastard wasn't a native.
