Reincarnator

Inside the conference room.

Some were talking to others with utterly calm expressions, some had fallen into self-doubt, some were overjoyed, while others simply had no idea what had happened and only felt that the atmosphere around them was somewhat strange.

Why does this atmosphere feel a little off?

Did something unusual happen?

Tossing the Red Gemstone in his hand, the Hell Demon King named Arnold Grassel looked around but still failed to identify exactly what the problem was.

He only felt that several people around him seemed a little off.

For a moment.

His mind was full of question marks.

He completely failed to understand what was going on.

Subconsciously.

The hand holding the Red Gemstone tightened slightly.

After all, according to his vague senses, this thing should be quite valuable.

Thinking of that, all he could do was feel deeply envious, jealous, and bitter toward Orsaga, who was popping one gemstone after another into his mouth not far away.

His heart felt as though he had bitten into a lemon, sour to the core!

A few minutes later.

After observing for a while longer and still finding nothing wrong.

Arnold Grassel shifted part of his attention into another thing lodged deep within his soul.

It was one of the sources and pillars that allowed him to grow stronger quickly!

A special forum that allowed him to communicate with other Reincarnators anytime, anywhere!

Note.

This meant Reincarnators!

Not transmigrators!

Yes.

Arnold Grassel was more than merely a transmigrator. He possessed another hidden identity!

Originally, he had lived in Huaxia on Earth, where he had been an ordinary person.

Every day, he enjoyed the blessings of the 996 schedule, living the miserable life of a corporate drone. Life had long since held no hope for him; he only wanted to