Inside a high-rise in a Blood-Colored Region, four figures stood in four different directions, swallowing pills to heal and recover.
They remained wary and fearful of one another, yet had no choice but to gather together, seeking a brief respite in the safety of numbers.
Compared with those renowned experts of the Unusual Person World who were routinely at the eighth or ninth step, these Reincarnators, who had barely recovered to the seventh step, possessed only the basic qualifications to enter this restricted zone.
Of course, that did not stop them from finding fault with everyone once they went outside, telling anyone they met, "Knowing too much about certain things won't do you any good," or, "This concerns that taboo figure. I dare to tell you, but do you dare to listen?"...
The emergence of the Old Antiques had lowered the Reincarnators' standing by a notch, but in their own minds, they were still beings qualified to come into contact with those ancient figures, far above the Unusual Persons of the present age.
As the four recovered, one of them spoke up, mentioning someone who had recently been in the limelight.
"Heh, if that man survives, he might really shine during this Disorder of the Ultimate Number!"
The speaker was a red-haired young man in casual clothes with an alternative look.
The pitch-black greatsword on his back clashed with his outfit, but at their level, they had long since stopped caring about appearances. After reincarnating, he had not deliberately changed his clothing either.
"Of course. Actually, I saw how extraordinary he was long ago. Back in the Ghost Prison Restricted Zone, the way he carried himself while robbing me of my sacrificial offerings is something I still can't forget!"
Another young man, who looked like a university student, spoke up.