Waste repair station in District 7, piles of garbage mound into small hills, a foul stench spreading.
A group of burly men in tattered clothes were sitting in a circle at the base of a metal hill, discussing something.
Among them, a man wearing a mask squeezed his fist, making a crisp "crack crack" sound:
"If you ask me, we should just charge into the City of Measurement. We're players with Combat Power over a thousand, aren't we? Those defense robots are only around three hundred, what's the problem?"
Next to him, a man with a pipe in his mouth shook his head repeatedly:
"You think this instance is playing with you? Don't assume that just because you've busted through the Soul Hunter Department before, you can disregard large organizations."
"Indeed. This City of Measurement, which rose to power from Doomsday City by conquering ten cities, is clearly the core of the instance's plot; how could it be possible for us to control it." The person beside added.
