Alaska, Yukon Base of the United Nations Army Pacific Forces—the military base near the city where everyone had arrived. In truth, the arrival point Prometheus had arranged for them was already a major hint and convenience for all participants. They did not need to travel farther; they only needed to join Yukon Base and become Guards. Even for ordinary people, that would not have been particularly difficult.
But for the big shots of the Burning Legion, it was not that they had failed to notice Prometheus's arrangements. They simply disdained to go along with them. After all, they were no ordinary people. Every one of them possessed formidable Piloting Skill, and purely in terms of data, their stats had already reached terrifying heights.
Moreover, once they entered Prometheus's datafication, their physical abilities would be correspondingly enhanced. At that point, every one of them could be considered a superhuman. Even if a knife were thrown directly to Sanger, he could surely carve his way through a group of BETA and back.
And Giliam, whose physical abilities were even more terrifying—Giliam, who had always concealed his true strength in the OG World and possessed special powers—might well have been someone capable of facing a Fortress Class BETA head-on.
That was why they did not care about such a minor convenience. What concerned them more was how things would develop afterward, so they ignored that convenience and chose the more troublesome path of splitting into teams and heading for different countries.
On high ground roughly five kilometers from Yukon Base, Yuzes, Johnny Ridden, Shin Matsunaga, Tetsuya, and Barnes wore United Nations Army uniforms as they gathered around a green jeep, some sitting inside while others stood outside.
Johnny Ridden sat in the driver's seat with his legs propped on the steering wheel, reclining