Let’s consider when it’s the most annoying time to play a game:

-When an enhancement failed... 

-A player’s level not going up no matter how many mobs were killed, dying and losing experience...

-Failing a raid, or succeeding in a raid only to not get a jackpot...

-Struggling like a dog to clear a quest, only to receive a poor reward...

-Finding out that the class chosen was rubbish...

-Selling an item for a low price, only for the value to skyrocket a few days later...

-Witnessing someone else get a jackpot, and so on...

There were so many moments that they couldn’t be listed individually. The culture of the game brought players a lot of entertainment, but it also brought them extreme loss and stress.

“Ah...” 

Grid was the same as everyone else, despite being at the peak of the players. He gained wealth and honor from the game, but he still felt loss and stress from it. The current situation was the same. The elves were another species that had been separated from humanity for hundreds of years. They couldn’t be met even when Grid wanted to meet them, so why did they show up right now?

“...Why did they come up when I am using the white phosphorus wood?!!” Grid screamed...