The day before the Guild Competition opened.
The members of the Future Guild arrived at the Nation on the Ship one after another.
The guild leader, Zhao An.
The deputy guild leader, Shangguan Yingxue.
Having obtained a low-level platform world as a base, Zhao An had sold some of that world's mining rights and barely paid off the high-interest loans he had taken out.
His position within the guild had also become considerably more stable because of that world.
At least people no longer kept bringing up how weak he was and how far he fell short of the Demon Person Daxim.
But next, if he failed to win the Guild War, that fragile stability would vanish in an instant.
Zhao An refused to accept that.
He had already been screwed over once.
At the beginning, the "kind assistance" he had accepted from a veteran Train Conductor had allowed his train level to grow rapidly through gifted Train Coins.
But only now did he understand.
Accepting those gifts had been the equivalent of pulling up seedlings to help them grow.
His level had risen.
But what about quality? What about strength?
He had no way to obtain those powerful, rare, high-level modules and items in the upgrade options, some of which even money could not buy.
As he was now, he was not much stronger than he had been after leaving the newbie ten stations.
If he had not possessed a talent that let him expend mental power to make seeds grow directly, he might not even have measured up to some of the guild's low-level members.
Let alone the powerful people in this block who had joined later.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Shangguan Yingxue kept her distance from Zhao An. Looking at his bloodshot eyes,