Behind the counter stood the glamorous Demonfolk woman.
After enduring that embarrassing farce, which could only be described as "social suicide,"
she drew on her formidable professionalism to suppress the vein bulging at her temple and the uncontrollable twitching at the corners of her mouth.
Then she asked again:
"Are you... here to register a new adventurer party?"
"Yes." Cui Ciyou composed himself, stepped forward, and answered calmly.
"Then have you decided on a name for your party?"
The Demonfolk woman took a smooth registration tablet, polished from some unknown black stone, out from under the counter.
Along with it, she took out a sharp, specially made stone stylus crafted from another unusual material.
As she did so, she asked the routine question.
"I have one! I have one!"
Before Cui Ciyou could speak, Alice eagerly jumped in.
She raised her hand high, like a child in class.
Then, brimming with pride, she loudly announced:
"How about the Super Invincible Invincible Party?"
"It sounds super strong, right?"
"With a name like that, we'd practically be an S-rank party!"
"..."
Cui Ciyou helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead.
The name... certainly had Alice's personal flair, but it was far too over the top.
That name sounds exactly like something those hopelessly edgy grade-schoolers from my previous life...
...would name their guild in an online game!
The Demonfolk woman visibly froze for a moment when she heard the name.
But she seemed long accustomed to names like this, overflowing with adolescent grandiosity and embarrassing just to hear.
She merely lifted her eyelids, her face expressionless, and confirmed in a flat voice:
"Are you sure about that?... The 'Super Invincible Invincible Party'?"
"Wait."
Cui Ciyou hurried forward to stop Alice, who was about to enthusiastically nod her confirmation.
"As for the party