"Are you joking? Altos! How could someone on that level possibly enter a mere Level Nine Platform World?"
Among the three Guild leaders, a green-haired man wiped the sweat from his forehead, unwilling to believe it.
"There's no mistake. That dazzling feeling, like an eternal sun hanging high in the heavens that no one can look directly at, is unique. Only he, Pride of the Demon Cards, could do this!
That man is Altos! The Imperial Sequence Demon whose true appearance no one can behold!"
A commotion broke out.
Altos.
If someone like him had appeared in the Nation of Spirit Prayer, and had even joined this Wish War...
It would be one thing if he were simply after victory, a few hundred Train Coins, and the quest reward.
But...
"He can't possibly be here just for the rewards. Someone like him was willing to use some kind of downgrade privilege to enter this Level Nine Platform World, and even hide his level below thirty-five, all for a wish capped at a mere 400 Train Coins and a quest reward. Do you believe that?"
Another man, wearing black-framed glasses, spoke with a frown.
"Of course I know that's impossible! Damn it, what do we do, then? Just let him join the Wish War? I really don't understand! Why would a big shot like him come here to make trouble for small Guilds like ours?
What exactly does he want?!"
The last of the three, a woman who looked utterly frantic, bit her finger, her eyes filled with fear and anxiety.
Altos.
Imperial Sequence's Demon Mecha-Dragon Man.
By now, any reasonably well-informed Train Conductor knew what this being had done.
Because a certain Chief Grand Inquisitor, all of one and a half meters tall, had deliberately made it so.
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