BAM!
A bunch of figures landed with a loud explosion of dust and sound. All of them sporting creative names, and all had the same level indicator: Level 1.
"So this is the game, Heaven's Path..."
A bulky man whispered as he flexed his hands, landing in the large clearing of the tutorial area. The ground beneath him had cratered slightly from the impact—not from any game mechanic, but simply because the man himself was built like a small vehicle.
Not only him, but a few others that looked similar to him soon gathered around, as if acquaintances who had coordinated their arrival beforehand.
All of them gave off the same atmosphere, making the normal players nearby distance themselves naturally, drifting away without a word. It was the kind of pressure that made one feel unsafe.
The aura of a gangster.
The way they scanned the surroundings wasn't curiosity—it was assessment. Old habits that carried over into a new world without missing a beat.
