You have obtained the unique title, Martial God Contest Qualification. Would you like to join?
You have obtained the unique title, Heavenly Being Contest Qualification. Would you like to join?
You have obtained the unique title, Origin Stream Contest Qualification. Would you like to join?
After a string of prompts appeared, Red Dust, clad in a crimson brocade robe, wore a grave expression. Orange stood behind him, pressed close against his body. The two had clearly formed the most intimate contract, allowing such interaction within their Private Space.
The woman could hear Red Dust's heartbeat. This powerful warrior seemed to be under immense psychological pressure as well, and she could only comfort him this way.
"Brother Red Dust, if there's no other way, choose a title with lower difficulty. You've joined Paradise now. Next cycle, with that lord there, we can still..."
Buzz!
A powerful burst of force instantly sent everything in the Private Space flying. Red Dust shook his head gravely.
"Little Orange, you don't understand. Reincarnators don't have it that easy..."
Red Dust had a rugged face but a meticulous mind. One could tell from how he had concealed his strength and infiltrated the Sage team for so long. Though the Sage had ultimately been far more scheming than him, he was by no means as bold and carefree as he appeared.
In fact, he understood better than most that once a Reincarnator developed the kind of mentality Little Orange had, death was probably not far away—especially for a High-tier Reincarnator like him.
What did it matter if Mercenary Tao protected them in the real world or in the Space? Once they were dropped into a terrifying mission world, Reincarnators would ultimately be alone and helpless.
Besides... someone like Mercenary Tao was not easy to follow. If