"Instructor Ling, the Demon-Slaying Legion only has two thousand people left. Why are you still insisting on carrying out this SSS-rank mission? Isn't this just sending young prodigies to their deaths for nothing?"
"Two thousand people want to assault thirty super fortresses defended by ten thousand Demon Sovereigns. Instructor Ling, what are you thinking? Don't you find that absurd?"
"Among these remaining two thousand, most were originally ranked at the bottom of the legion. Can they really do it on their own?"
"..."
Nearly all the media reporters were questioning him like mad.
They had no reservations whatsoever. In their eyes, even if he was a chief instructor recognized by legions across the world, he would never dare lay a hand on them.
Once he did attack them—
They would have even more explosive news to report.
In this class-change world, those with poor aptitude who could only muddle through ordinary jobs had to find another way if they wanted to obtain resources.
And when the other Demon-Slaying Legion members heard the reporters' questions, which also belittled them in passing, they grew furious as well.
You useless reporters had no strength or levels, so fine, you couldn't fight on the front lines.
But why were you belittling and questioning those of us who had the strength to fight on the front lines, risking our lives?
If you have the guts, go yourselves!
We might indeed be at the bottom of the Demon-Slaying Legion, but in other legions, we would still be prodigies!
And besides...
Those ranked higher didn't dare to go, but we bottom-rankers did!
With that thought in mind—
The Demon-Slaying Legion members glared at the reporters even more furiously.
Of course...
It wasn't as though every top-ranked prodigy had been too afraid to go.
At the very least,