Yang Yong fought back the urge to unleash a bellyful of complaints and stiffly twitched the corners of his mouth.
He was not even twenty yet, still so young. How had he suddenly been bumped up a whole generation?
But...
You could hardly slap a smiling face. They were being reasonably polite, so he could not very well give them a cold look.
Yang Yong raised a hand and waved casually at the people opposite him.
There were four of them in total, three girls and one boy.
He had met two of the girls and the boy before.
Only the girl who had driven through the enemy formation in the earlier battle was someone he was meeting for the first time.
Yang Yong's gaze settled lightly on that girl.
Straight bangs, a baby face, and a little baby fat still lingering in her cheeks.
She radiated an irrepressible youthful energy, clean and vibrant, like sunlight that the apocalypse had yet to blacken.
Yang Yong could not help sighing inwardly.
It was good to be young.
Even though he himself was only nineteen.
"Hello."
Yang Yong spoke first, his voice steady, carrying a trace of composure born of having faced life and death.
"Survival Convoy. Yang Yong. Artificer Sequence."
He rubbed his nose as a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Should I come up with some specific rank names for my Sequence?
Just like Zheng Xiaofeng's Armorer Sequence: Sequence One was Stone Armor, and Sequence Two was Iron Armor. Clear, straightforward, and immediately understandable.
Otherwise, if someone really asked him what Sequence rank he was in the future, surely he could not just stare blankly, speechless?
Thoughts raced through his mind, and in an instant, two names had taken shape.
Hmm... Sequence One would be Artifact-Tempering Apprentice.
*Sequence Two would