“Are you okay?” 

“I will be better after drinking some potions.” Peak Sword smiled and waved his hand at the anxious Grid. His bright smile made Grid’s expression darker. The dead could revive and slight wounds could be healed, but it was still painful. There might be a set limit to pain in the game, but Grid still wasn’t willing to accept it. It was why many of the two billion players preferred non-combat classes or chose archers, magicians, etc. 

“...Don’t overdo it next time,” Grid declared coldly. It was intended to hide his feelings, but it couldn’t be hidden. Peak Sword knew Grid’s nature because he was Grid’s first fan. 

“Ah, really. A person who dies every day is sensitive about someone’s hand being damaged.” 

“It is at least a month before I die. What is every day? Additionally, it doesn’t hurt after death but a fracture is very painful.” 

“It is a problem for us when you die, whether it is once a month or every day. I know. I know. I understand so lose that expression. God Grid, stop worrying.” 

In the end, Grid smiled at Peak Sword who surrendered...