My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?!

At first, Tomo Homie wanted to laugh.

In fact, a chuckle escaped his lips. He then took Alex's matter quite seriously, thinking from a different perspective. What if his homie had grown so much in the game that he thought about it as the real world?

What if his wives here were so good that he desperately wished for the game world to be real? Those women were so good that Alex and Olivia broke up.

If things continued to move this way, Alex would lose himself in the game world. He would neglect the real world, which would cost him too many friendships and good memories.

Tomo Homie whispered through the phone, "Alex… Why do you ask me this question?"

"Because I have proof that the game world is real," Alex replied.

And at this moment, Tomo Homie was at a loss. He thought Alex would've replied differently, saying how the game was too real or something. But he responded with straight evidence of the game's reality.

He said he met an NPC from the game world in real life. And that this NPC adapted so well that he lived a new life here…

"You sure you didn't get pranked?" Tomo Homie rolled his eyes.

pᴀɴdᴀ nᴏveʟ Alex shook his head, "Nope. He knew too much about my class."

"So you met Elias Deathwill?" Tomo Homie asked.

"Yeah," Alex replied, quite impressed by his homie's quick analysis.

"Elias Deathwill fucked up significantly. He caused too many deaths because of his decisions, and no one knows where he is. With his prestige and strength, no one believes that the darkness swallowed him.

It's fair he would escape to real-life…." Tomo Homie couldn't believe his own words, "But what if you aren't his only successor. Martial Artists pass their skills to all players, not sharing them with just one.

They pass their hidden or special skills, though… But you know what I want to say," Tomo Homie honestly hoped Alex would accept this reasoning.

However, Alex disagreed, "He wasn't the other successor. He knew too much."

Tomo Homie sighed, "You haven't told about it to anyone, have you? That's because no one would believe you.

I just scrolled through the forums, and I saw some people saying that the game world is real… Let's say that these players are also legendary class holders. That those people saw their masters in the real world.

No one believes them… We can forget about it. But what would be the purpose of all of them going to Earth?" Tomo Homie started getting invested in the topic as he researched the forums.

Alex pondered, then replied, "The highest level is around a hundred and fifty in our continent, isn't it?"

The forest fairies' queen used to have a level of one hundred. Her level rose because of Alex… However, the demi-human kingdoms' kings and the strongest demi-humans were around level one hundred and fifty.

The same went for human kings.

Elias Deathwill was an exception. His level rose so much because he could move between continents and realms. The latter was more important as the existences such as dullahans, and other living beings lived in those lands.

There were passages to those realms in each continent. For example, Stella's winged tribe was a realm on its own. Alex could climb those mountains to reach that realm, then start a higher level journey here.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Tomo Homie replied.ᴘ.ᴀɴᴅ.ᴀ n.ᴏ.ᴠ.ᴇʟ

"I've received the invitation to the Dullahan Kingdom. I was told that I could enter here on level three hundred. If that is the minimum for me to join their lands, then their king must have at least one hundred levels more.

What if high-level residents are forced to stay away from players' journeys? It goes without saying that they could invade the normal continents, bring their realm down here, and leverage players' immortalities," Alex explained.

He knew that kings from continents had made moves on the popular guilds and dungeon conquerors. If Alex was active outside, he would've been the same. However, he had his own leveling zone and wives, and his gaming was mostly done in familiar lands.

In fact, he was actually the same as the top players. In the forest fairies' lands, he was their best friend. He was close with their princess, and even the queen often invited him to the chess matches.

Those were pretty popular among the demi-humans.

Those existences couldn't stop players' growth. They had either a choice to ignore them or play along with their rules. Most human kingdoms welcomed players as everyone was a human.

And their leveling up was just too fast, so players were a great source of strength. They could propel the whole kingdom to new heights.

They could create… their own realms, perhaps?

"…"

"…"

A silence ensued.

Was there really a reason why no one from above descended? It could be a matter of pride or simply ignorance. There could be many reasons, yet Alex and Tomo believed in their theory more.

They just couldn't stop believing in it.

"I won't lie… I heard some rumors about some moves from other realms. But that's just a little… If they moved on a big scale, the king should make an appearance, right? It would be suspicious if he didn't make any moves.

But if they are forced to be somewhere else, like on Earth, then it's feasible… It's too possible for them to make a cautious move that doesn't expose the lack of their leaders," Tomo Homie bit his lips; his heart hurt him as he couldn't believe himself. He actually began thinking that the game world was real.

He was on the same page with Alex.

Alex added, "There are alliances in the realms too, you know? If the weaker races learned about the lack of leaders, they would start upheaval. And then, there are hungry demons…."

At that moment, Alex's heart trembled.

[Their greed is insatiable… for they are hungry demons.]

[Fear stretches its influence toward every land, making them… immortal.]

"Impossible!" Alex stood up.

Tomo grew quite worried, "Alex! What happened?"

"I will call you back later!" Alex threw his phone into the pocket, rushing out of his room. He went downstairs, then quickly put on his shoes. He then ran out of the house.

His father watched his every move with narrowed eyes, holding the newspapers, "Too fast."