"Ah-choo!"
In the darkness, a woman sneezed.
She casually wiped her nose with her sleeve. "Tsk, who's talking shit about me? Say it to my face if you've got the guts. If I don't beat the crap out of you, I lose."
"And hey, whoever you are, turn on the lights!"
"Stop hiding in the dark all day. You're making us look like the villains."
The Rank 7 and Rank 8 System Hosts sharing the darkness twitched at the corners of their mouths. Logically, light made no difference to people like them, but they still illuminated the surrounding area.
It couldn't be helped. This person who sounded utterly crude was their current commander.
There could not be two heads in a single operation. Otherwise, no matter how powerful their forces were, they would not be able to use them effectively.
No matter how dissatisfied they were, they still had to follow her lead on the surface.
When the light came on, hundreds of figures appeared within an ancient hall.
Everything in the world seemed somewhat dim before these people.
Yet the first woman to speak wore rough clothes covered in grease and wine stains.
This slovenly person had a name that gave a rather favorable first impression.
Su Xueqing.
She could also be called Mad Thunder Fate.
There were always bored people in the Myriad Worlds who liked to give powerful figures nicknames.
And because Rank 7s were too powerful, calling out their True Names was practically courting death. Thus, nicknames had become necessary.
Su Xueqing flicked through the intelligence before her, cursing as she read. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You lot aren't much either."
"You brag all day like you're invincible, but when you're actually needed, you can't get anything done."
"You still haven't found the First Main City. While