"What a filthy place."
A brown-haired man in casual clothes, looking utterly out of place amid the grimy, chaotic slums around him, stared at the sewage-strewn area, its walls covered in black oil stains and reeking of strange odors, with undisguised disgust.
"Can't be helped. They rarely stay in the Reincarnation Space and have to go out to work and help others, so if we want to find them, we can only come to the World of the Living. Still, I didn't expect it to be this filthy."
The other man, a mixed-race man with some ancestry from Mexico, was equally taken aback.
Both of them were Veteran Reincarnators, having only just moved beyond the level of clueless rookies. After the previous liaison officer had become an Elite Reincarnator and joined the main combat force, they had taken over quite a few miscellaneous duties.
Contacting these laborers for outsourced missions was the purpose of their visit, as well as the first time they had handled this assignment.
Though Veteran Reincarnators were not much within the Reincarnation Space's food chain, their social status in the World of the Living still vastly exceeded that of ordinary people.
In this era, each of them was worth at least hundreds of thousands of dollars, undeniably wealthy in the eyes of ordinary people.
All of that was a passive benefit of their Reincarnator identities. They only needed to handle a few simple chores to receive generous salaries from financial conglomerates.
Even though they did not care much about money in the World of the Living and considered having enough to be sufficient, with more or less making no difference, most useful transactions still required mission points.
Yet they had never expected that these laborers, among whom an Intruder had already emerged, would be living like