Endurance, corridor.
Present.
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Having just finished a day of training, Hades was currently walking silently down the ash-green corridor, his dull footsteps echoing quietly in the narrow space.
Normally, he would be jostled along back to the personal quarters by a few veterans, but today, Hades chose to deliberately end his training early.
Hades wanted some peace and quiet to ponder the information he had observed recently.
Therefore, he used the excuse of going to the third archive room and left early.
First of all, Hades could be certain that he had been "chosen."
Even though the person who made the decision did not show his face, Hades had realized something from the increasing number of veterans crowding around him over the past few months.
Although some veterans simply wanted to beat him up, others would look at Hades with an extremely complex gaze.
After Hades knocked them down and exchanged a few casual pleasantries, they would reveal an expression of relief.
Yet when Hades deliberately took a detour to question them, they put on a look of "I know nothing at all."
Leaving Hades to fake a friendly and ignorant chuckle.
Hades was speechless.
These veterans really did not know how to act.
Compared to the management old-timers whose emotions were unreadable, these veterans who fought every day were relatively simple-minded.
Most of these veterans with their insinuating attitudes were relatively friendly, and Hades silently classified them into the scope of the moderate faction or the neutral faction.
Those who rushed up to beat him without a word were nine times out of ten from the radical faction.
Hades touched his nose; the ones who hit the hardest were also them.
After spending time mingling with the veterans over the past few months, Hades had basically figured out