In a place like the imperial capital, where the upper class had become thoroughly rotten, anyone who was not bad enough would have long since been squeezed out of the city.
At that moment, Chen Luo also saw what his identity was.
Country Bumpkin: One of the only two surviving members of the Baruutes Tribe, a northern border tribe specializing in hunting Danger Beasts. His tribe had been exterminated, and he had wandered alone all the way to the imperial capital, acquiring a Subordinate Arm—Prometheus—along the way.
"..."
Honestly, wasn't this country bumpkin identity a bit too much of a patchwork monster?
And it felt subtly strange in every possible sense.
First, there was the Baruutes Tribe. Chen Luo had no impression of this tribe, but the moment he heard that they specialized in hunting Danger Beasts, he thought of Esdeath. As it turned out, he had guessed correctly. This tribe had once been Esdeath's tribe.
And that Subordinate Arm, Prometheus—there really was information on it in the database. It seemed to have been the weapon used by one of the members of the Imperial Assassination Department's killer squad, the group Akame had once belonged to.
It was a gun. A handgun.
All Chen Luo could say was that this identity really was a patchwork monster, and it had major ties to both sides of the conflict.
Chen Luo did not know whether this world had done it deliberately.
Still, the name Prometheus really did sound incredibly impressive for a weapon.
And a tribe that had already been exterminated really was ideal as a backstory. After all, there was no one left to verify it, Esdeath could not possibly meet Chen Luo, and the identity was country enough to be flawless.
"Apply for another identity mission: Night Raid member. Let