In a dust-covered room.
The resident who had lived here had died of old age several months ago.
So the furnishings here had gone untended for a long time.
The thick layer of dust was probably as thick as the makeup on some people's faces.
Then, following a subtle ripple.
A circular Special Space unfolded, firmly embedded within the room.
The next moment.
Twelve human figures of varying heights and builds, as though they were cut-and-pasted data, were silently projected into this spacetime.
In fact, it was precisely because they had employed a considerable degree of energy-concealment measures that, after entering this place, they successfully evaded the gigantic surveillance barrier whose monitoring range had spread across the entire Milky Way Galaxy, avoiding an immediate savage beating.
After shaking his slightly dizzy head.
One of the figures, dressed in an ink green robe, could not help but complain:
"Fuck, why was this teleportation so damn rough?"
"I feel like I was stuffed into a high-speed centrifuge..."
"Even I'm getting dizzy. If it had been low-level Reincarnators, they'd probably have fallen apart on the spot."
After patting his head and making himself a little more alert, the man, who had the typical features of an East Asian, turned his gaze toward his equally uncomfortable teammates.
"Urgh..."
Among them, the few mages and Taoist priests with comparatively frail constitutions began dry-heaving like they had motion sickness as soon as they steadied themselves.
Only after hurriedly chugging down two bottles of magic potion did they feel much better, their deathly pale faces gradually regaining some color.
"...Fuck, thank the Main God for reminding me how disgusting motion sickness feels..."
After leaning against the wall to rest for a while.
Tang Zhi, the Captain of the Reincarnator Squad, rubbed his temples.
As he slowly surveyed