Invitation Writer and Dragonite Mail Carrier

An unknown parallel time-space.

In a room blending futuristic technology with classical style, a middle-aged man was crouched beneath a desk, seemingly searching for something.

If one looked closely, they would notice that this middle-aged man looked very much like a certain adorable little golden figure.

"Strange, where did it go?"

"I remember I should have just finished making it..."

Scratching his head, the man carefully searched beneath the desk, then moved farther in to inspect the gap behind it.

The result was obvious: there was nothing in the gap behind the desk either.

"Have I been working nonstop lately to the point my brain has stopped working?"

The man finally returned to his seat, reached for a small medicine bottle at the upper-right corner of the desk, poured out two capsules, and put them in his mouth.

A closer look would reveal the words on the bottle—Fu Cong Capsules.

This was a common medicine in many parallel time-spaces.

Common, and effective.

After taking the two capsules, the man once again opened the light screen before him—the Competition Invitation sending interface—and checked it.

No. 1152: Mark and Zarude. Competition Invitation dispatch plan 3. Not sent.

"So it really wasn't sent..."

The man rubbed his temples, then reached to the other side of the desk, pulled an envelope from several neatly arranged bundles, and took out a brand-new black card from the drawer below.

"Forget it, I'll write another one. If I delay any longer, I won't be able to complete my master's task."

As he spoke, the man picked up a golden quill and began writing on the black card, while checking the information on the interface again.

"...Mark, you and your Father, Zarude... In light of your outstanding performance, you are hereby invited to a