"Hahaha, incredible," came another voice, sliding softly into his ears.
Efan immediately tensed. His muscles tightened, and his hand instinctively moved toward the auto-weapon at his waist. But a second later, the panic melted away when he recognized the approaching figure—Lein. A quiet sigh of relief escaped without him realizing it.
"Hahaha... just a bit of lucky timing, Brother Lein," he said with a sheepish smile, trying to mask his earlier nervousness.
In truth, Efan knew he wasn't a natural-born fighter. Unlike Nita, who fought like a storm, Hana, who could read enemy tactics in seconds, or Laras, whose reflexes and speed bordered on unreal—those three were gifted with innate combat abilities. Efan wasn't. That's why he had taken a different path—gathering advanced gear from other players, building automated defense systems and weapons, and relying on technology to fill the gap talent alone couldn't cover.
