Chen Ailin was the North American Team's warlock.
She was half the team's strategist—the other half was their captain, Wiland.
The moment the Main God's prompt sounded beside her ear, she began looking around, examining the place where the group had landed. All that met her eyes was an oval conference room. Beneath their feet was a hard, bony floor, and before them stood an equally oval conference table. The pale walls around them felt soft and warm to the touch, like the skin of some creature. There were several round windows in the walls, but perhaps because the mission had not yet begun, it was pitch-black outside, and nothing could be seen.
This sort of initial arrangement was considered friendly in the vast majority of Mission Worlds, so Chen Ailin's expression did not change in the slightest.
It was only after she counted exactly ten newcomers that her eyelid twitched violently.
As everyone knew, the simplest way to judge a mission's difficulty in Main God Space was by the number of newcomers. If there was only one newcomer, it meant the mission was at its lowest difficulty, and so on.
It was said that the highest difficulty was the ten-newcomer level.
No Reincarnation Squad had ever confirmed that claim. Presumably, every Reincarnator who had encountered a ten-person difficulty mission had already died. The North American Team was one of the strongest teams in the entire Reincarnation Space, yet even the worst mission they had faced had only been at the eight-newcomer level.
In that mission, not a single newcomer from the North American Team had survived. Even two veteran third-stage members had tragically fallen.
Thus, when she realized that the North American Team was facing a Death Mission this time, she immediately took out her Astrology Disk and began