Turmoil Before the Competition

"Hey, Half-Body, did you receive the Space's notification?"

A person wearing half a silver mask, with only his chin and mouth exposed, turned around and looked at his curious companions.

He had blond hair and wore half a gray cloak that wrapped from his front around to his back. Almost instinctively, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

"Are you kidding? I might be exceptional among the equal-rankers, but how could a Reincarnator who hasn't even reached Strong-tier qualify for the Title Competition?"

The Reincarnator codenamed Half-Body scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed.

Seeing him like this, the others burst into laughter as well. Their Team Space was not large, only around sixty square meters, decorated like a wooden tavern.

They were all sprawled over the counter, gulping down cheap rum.

This team, codenamed Team 73966, was a temporary team that had only just survived two missions. Its members had been thrown together temporarily as well. Compared to the group before their last deployment, only two or three familiar faces remained.

The person seated deepest inside, Avatar, had scruffy stubble and messy dirty dreadlocks, his skin dark brown. At a glance, he looked like someone utterly unrelated to cleanliness.

His drunken eyes were bleary, yet he said,

"Stop pretending, Half-Body. You're so strong, you definitely have a chance of reaching Strong-tier. You're hiding your strength..."

Old Ba's words made everyone else laugh again, and they joined in praising Half-Body. After all, this guy's combat power was indeed unimaginably absurd among newcomers.

They had not seen many people with exceptional combat power, but they believed that anyone who had seen Half-Body fight would understand.

This guy was different. This guy was special!

He was the kind of person whose difference from them was obvious at a glance.

"Half-Body,