In a café in Raccoon City, two well-dressed figures in formal attire, looking slightly out of place amid the relaxed, casual surroundings, sat at a table chatting nostalgically.
"Mr. Suzuki, it really has been a long time."
"Yes, it has been a whole year since I last saw Mr. Takahashi."
"It is quite rare for our two groups to cooperate on this Punishment mission."
"It is just a pity that the Cognitive Confusion made finding each other rather troublesome."
This mission came with the effect of Cognitive Confusion, making it impossible to identify other Reincarnators through names, appearances, or other details.
Only when both sides intended to confirm each other and mutually granted permission upon meeting could the confusion be lifted.
These two had only managed to rendezvous through newspaper advertisements. They had then chosen to meet in Raccoon City, where Takahashi worked. Having only just lifted the Cognitive Confusion affecting their perception of one another, they were beginning to grow familiar.
"Moreover, the minimum has been set at ordinary human standards, while the upper limit of our physical abilities has also been restricted. That has left us as nothing more than ordinary office workers. Even though I work at the police station, I am just a desk clerk."
Takahashi clenched his fist with a sigh. What a weak body. Normally, with his strength as an Intruder, he would have received buffs befitting a major player. Yet now, he was not much different from veteran or Elite Reincarnators, aside from having somewhat better combat awareness.
"Yes. This is only an ordinary near-future sci-fi setting, after all. We are already quite accustomed to such places. There are mortals everywhere, and with our combat awareness, our destructive power is simply too great."
"Exactly. It is because we are so powerful that the