Team 17's Treatment

All around them, voices rose and fell, predicting failure. No one believed the reorganized 17th Special Action Team could make a comeback.

The members of Team 17 heard every cutting remark, and the fighting spirit that had just flared in their hearts sank a little.

The shadow of their crushing defeat still hung over them. The contempt and mockery around them came like a bucket of cold water, nearly dousing the fire they had struggled to rekindle.

But when their eyes fell on Chu Han, standing before them as steady as a mountain, their wavering hearts settled at once.

They silently pushed aside their distractions and clenched their fists.

They would either wash away their shame and make a name for themselves, or be wiped out for good. Here and now, there was only one path: fight.

Trading barbs with others was meaningless. Only their strength and the outcome of this battle would decide Team 17's future.

They gathered themselves, ignored the gossip, and followed Chu Han onward. Before long, they reached the heart of the area they had been assigned to defend.

The Armaments District.

What stood here was no ordinary collection of weapons and armor, but cutting-edge engines of war forged with the Human Race's finest Celestial God Technology. They were the Human Race's greatest reliance against the surging tide of the Insect Race.

The Insect Race bred without end, its numbers dwarfing those of every other race. If human warriors relied solely on their bodies and fought every battle up close, even the deepest reserves could not withstand that endless drain.

These devastating technological weapons were the Human Race's trump card for holding the line and defending its territory to the death.

The Human Race had long since mastered teleportation across space and time, yet countless colossal