That was right. This mission had brought him face-to-face with a situation unlike anything he had encountered before.
Despite configuring his skills according to the prompts, he now looked like an ordinary person.
Of course, he still had all his rings, but they looked like ordinary jewelry too.
This wasn't good news, because it suggested one possibility: the fact that the prompts hadn't mentioned any restrictions on abilities meant there was probably something supernatural in this mission.
And yet, for reasons he couldn't yet determine, he had become a mere mortal.
That contrast was far more dangerous than simply having his abilities restricted.
For now, the only thing he seemed able to rely on was Mercy, hidden in the holster beneath his ribs. The tranquilizers packed a decent punch, but they were a rather unconventional weapon.
By comparison, the five people across from him were much more conventional. Their cold weapons—swords, hooks, and claws—gleamed brightly, and some even carried exquisitely crafted hand crossbows and pistols.
Quite a few of those weapons were pointed at him now.
"Looks like we've got a teammate who's not too easy to talk to."
After Fu Qian's modest introduction, the short-haired young man who had spoken first narrowed his eyes and commented with a broad smile.
Teammates? So they were still in the team-formation stage?
The hostility in the man's posture was plain as day, but Fu Qian didn't mind.
"What should I call you?"
"It's a boring question, but as it happens, I can answer it."
Apparently satisfied with Fu Qian's latest response, the short-haired young man raised a hand and tossed something straight at him.
It wasn't moving fast, and though Fu Qian had an ordinary body now, he still had enough control to catch it.
He snatched it neatly and saw that