After escaping the collapsing tunnel, everyone was kind of exhausted after speed mining every valuable loot we could gather. Right now, Oren, despite being awake, was still groggy from the experience. For sure that despite being a heavy-duty tanker he still took a great toll stopping both blows. His complexion was pale, as well.    It must be a side effect of using the potion.    Conversely, Gwyneth was still determined on her request, "Come on… am I not pretty?"   "You're not…" I easily answered, not because she is really not but my standards have significantly shifted away from Eve's descendants, to me she is more like a long lost half-sister or something, I'm particularly not into that thing.   

  Liliana has been constantly following me since earlier. Is she really serious about helping me complete that quest, I hardly even know any information about it? I mean she's an NPC right shouldn't she give me at least some hints, although she seems to be unbounded by any role.    Judging from her clothes, a monochromatic black Mesh Cut-out Top, partnered with black Cycling Shorts underneath a short Draped Skirt, Chunky Boots, and distinct Gothic Lace Choker, she seems to be a free-spirited rich lady.    I don't see any significance about her role in this apocalyptic society, should I ask her about it? But if I did, she might think I'm entertaining her request to accompany me.    "Ah, it doesn't matter anyway," I said and decided to remain walkin

  "Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him.    "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you.   I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.    I also wanted to refuse that time since I'm afraid that I might die in an A-tier quest. Although I was quite happy since he was one of the first people who didn't judge my abilities just because of my tier-g

  For a week, the world government verified that Challengers that played Evangelion are the only ones who could kill the monsters, although the reason behind it was unknown. Suddenly a month after the first rupture, training schools had been built to train challengers, aged 5 to 18 to teach them combat and survival skills, as well as to familiarize them with the system.    The use of glasses was also replaced by contact lenses to help in mobility, since there are reports that Challengers with outdated glasses break during intense fights, causing a lot of quest accidents. At first the old version of the "Iris Lens" system only allowed a few features, so many tech companies are focusing on developing a more advanced second version. I recently found out that they will be using holographic and spatial dimension technology research by studying the rupture.  &n

  Monsters of different forms exited the crack in space, luckily for now the smaller, and weaker monsters were the only ones who escaped.    Of course, we would find it rather scary to face a bigger monster all of a sudden, although we were already screwed since that only means that far stronger monsters are waiting for us on the other side.    "Uhm, excuse me, Mr. Iliac…." The Association NPC called my attention, "Are you sure, it was ok not to wear any protective equipment!?"    "…."   I purposely paused, and studied the mood for a bit before returning my gaze back at her, "I'm going to be fine since I'm the strongest F-tier in the world," I meant