White Horse Tombstone's body, like a stable machine, slipped and dodged the forceful attacks of the Gray Green Giant, seizing the gaps to deliver piercing punches, hooks, and swings.
Yet a corner of her consciousness drifted upwards.
Lone wolf players weren't exactly a trendy profession. From any perspective, joining a large guild, a multinational corporation, or a state apparatus was undoubtedly a better choice.
They had comprehensive intelligence, reliable logistical teams and think tanks, systematic training courses, and relatively complete personal security mechanisms.
So, why did I choose to become a lone wolf...
Probably because I am not accustomed to it.
Not accustomed to those Transcendents' self-proclaimed superior attitudes, not accustomed to their tone when discussing ordinary people as if they were talking about pigs and dogs, not accustomed to the almost pathological craving and worship of personal power by all Transcendents in large guilds.
