Micha.

ReGect was passed on from world to world, but the kid still remained in his head. The kid that he’d tried to hard to scare, yet failed as an ultimatum—yet, when he just managed to overcome his usual instinct to strike fear into the owner of every world he owned, the kid…

Died. Disappeared just like that.

..Now, ReGect had a new world.

“Uuh… Z? Can you come over here? There’s this thing that just spawned. I don’t know what it is.”

ReGect didn’t look up. He could already tell that some player in this new world had seen him, & was already confused out of their mind as to his sudden appearance.

Z showed up the next moment, sure enough; showing up by Moe’s side like a sentinel called. He frowned at the mysterious person that had just spawned in his game; he didn’t have any other friends in this world, so who the hell was this person?

& why was their avatar so… weird?

“The hell.”

Z took a step forward. A little cautious of this thing in his world. His palm instinctively curled around the hilt of his sword. Enchanted with sharpness IV. He’d end up using it, he was sure.

“What are you?”

He glanced up to where the player’s name tag would usually be hovering, yet… there was no name. His heart skipped a little in his chest.

“You’ve got no name.”