In a random alley in Red Fang City, the air warped and twisted strangely as a young man of about twenty appeared out of thin air.
He had a large frame with muscles packed in all the right places. He wore dented armor, and his appearance was exactly the same as in the real world.
In his hand was a blunt sword he had selected during character creation.
Above his head, a name flickered.
[Ragnarok99 LV.0]
He sucked in a deep breath through his wide nostrils and let out a breath of satisfaction. "It sure smells real. The developers were truly not yapping senselessly."
Ragnarok99 didn't move out of the alley immediately. Instead, he began to perform a couple of stretches.
With each passing moment, his eyes glinted with amazement. He didn't feel any rigidity or stiffness; he could easily twist his body, perform flips, and even somersaults.
