Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

D-rank, Bronze Sequence, District 13, Liberty Square.

This is the liveliest part of the D-class train, and a gathering place for countless low-level reincarnators struggling to survive and exchanging information.

The air was filled with the smells of cheap alcohol, barbecued meat, and sweat, while various purchase requests scrolled across a huge holographic screen.

"Buying hemostatic herbs! High price! I'll take as many as you have!"

"Looking for a team! I'm a seasoned D-rank tank, pretty durable even without good gear! Just looking for someone to carry me through the promotion trial!"

"Selling a white-quality AK47, with two magazines included. Trade in three basic healing potions. Price is firm!"

In a relatively quiet corner, the five figures seemed somewhat out of place.

Huang Mao Aqiang was sitting idly on a stone stool, holding a high-grade gun cleaning cloth in his hand, carefully wiping the six-barreled Gatling gun.

Although he tried to keep a low profile, his mechanical cybernetic modifications, which were clearly superior to those around him, still attracted many greedy and envious glances.

"well……"

The fat man next to A-Qiang sighed, his voice filled with resentment, "Brother Qiang, how's the boss doing up there? It's been three days, and there's still no news."

"The C-rank advancement trial is a notorious death trap," A-Qiang said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed. "Although I have confidence in the boss, the Nightmare difficulty in Lone Wolf mode must be tough to get through."

Lin Qingyue sat on the railing, holding the well-preserved demon sword that had been used in numerous missions and was now gleaming with an increasingly sharp and cold light.

She still maintained her aloof and unapproachable demeanor, but if you looked closely, you would notice that her gaze kept drifting towards the teleportation array in the center of the square, intentionally or unintentionally.

Not far away, another three-person team was also gathered together, puffing on cigarettes.

That was the "Iron Wall Squad," and its captain was none other than Old Xiong, whom Zhang Yuan had met several times.

"Brother Xiong, are we really not going to go and talk to the Apocalypse Squad?" Berserker asked in a low voice. "I heard they crushed several veteran squads with overwhelming force in their last mission, they've really created a grudge. If we could lend a hand..."

"Help my ass." Old Bear took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Look at all those people surrounding them, aren't they all influential figures of the D rank? Our little bodies wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth."

Just as Old Xiong had said, at this moment, several burly men in heavy armor with menacing faces had surrounded Fatty and his companions.

The bald, burly man at the head of the group brazenly swept his gaze over Lin Qingyue before looking at A-Qiang.

"Hey, everyone in the Apocalypse Squad. What's your decision?"

The bald, burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Heard your 'God-Level Nanny' went solo on a promotion quest? I bet he's in deep trouble. How about it? Join our 'Blood Axe Gang,' and we'll call it even for what happened in the last dungeon. I'll protect you guys from now on, as long as you hand over that demonic sword as your membership fee..."

"Get out of here."

Lin Qingyue didn't even lift her eyelids, her fingers lightly resting on the hilt of the knife.

"You shameless woman, you don't know what's good for you!" The bald, burly man's face darkened. "Don't think you can get away with this by pretending to be so high and mighty..."

Om-! ! !

Before the words were even finished, a terrifying pressure that sent shivers down one's spine descended from the sky without warning.

The originally gray sky was instantly torn apart, and an extremely dazzling silver-white beam of light, like divine punishment, struck straight into the corner of the square.

The spatial laws contained within the pillar of light caused the surrounding space to visibly distort.

"Holy crap? What's that noise?!"

"Enemy attack!! Where are the train guards?!"

The bald, burly man who had been so arrogant just moments before was instantly knocked to the ground by the shockwave, lying there trembling like a dead dog.

Hundreds of reincarnators in the square looked up at the sky in terror, thinking that the end of the world had come.

However, the beam of light did not cause any damage; instead, it gently yet domineeringly enveloped the five members of the Apocalypse Squad.

A solemn, grand, and undeniably authoritative voice resounded in everyone's minds:

[Responding to the supreme call of the guild "Heavenly Armed Forces"!]

[Forced cross-rank teleportation... activated!]

"Heaven...Armed?"

Old Bear lay on the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at the figures slowly rising from the pillar of light, oblivious to the cigarette that had fallen from his mouth. "That's... a cross-realm summoning order from a C-rank guild? Boss Zhang?!"

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Fatty, A-Qiang, and the others floated up in a daze, then transformed into five streams of light, soaring straight into the sky.

All that remained were a group of dumbfounded onlookers in the square, and a scorch mark on the ground that still retained a silvery, sacred aura.

"They've gone...they've gone up..."

Looking at the empty sky, Old Bear felt a mix of emotions.

There was a mixture of shock at the old friend's meteoric rise to success, and an undeniable sense of loneliness and envy.

"That's just fate. Some people got the right boss and their entire team soared to new heights, while we're stuck wallowing in this mud..."

【drop--】

Just as Lao Xiong was about to call his brothers to go to the next dungeon and fight to the death, his private communicator suddenly rang.

It was a familiar, special email with a gold border.

[Sender: Zhang Yuan, President of Heavenly Kingdom Armed Forces]

[Content: Old Bear, where have you been making your fortune lately? Instead of being cannon fodder for others, why not come work for me and put your old skills to use (bodyguard)? Fixed monthly base salary with no accountability, and unlimited access to the guild warehouse. Want to join?]

[Attachment: Guild Joining Invitation Letter x3 (Click to send)]

Old Xiong's hand trembled violently, almost crushing the communicator.

He looked up at his two equally bewildered teammates, and a wildly joyful smile gradually spread across his stubble-covered face.

"Brothers..."

Old Bear pressed the "Accept" button with trembling hands.

"Our fate... seems to have changed too!"

……

Silver Sequence, [Heavenly Armed Forces] Base.

After a dizzying spin, the fat man found himself standing on a soft, leather carpet that made him want to sink into it.

"Where...where is this?"

The fat man rubbed his eyes and looked around at the ridiculously spacious and luxurious hall.

A huge holographic tactical map floats in the center, and the walls are covered with specimens of the heads of unknown monsters. The bar in the corner is filled with rare drinks collected from various planes.

The air is filled with a sophisticated fragrance that blends a subtle hint of mint and sandalwood.

"It's almost like heaven."

A familiar voice came from ahead.

Everyone looked up abruptly.

At the far end of the hall, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a luxurious European-style armchair slowly turned around.

Zhang Yuan held a cup of black tea, crossed his legs, and stood against a backdrop of a dazzling starry sky. His signature white and gold trench coat shimmered under the lights.

He slightly raised his teacup, his movements as elegant as if he were entertaining guests in his own castle.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Silver Sequence."

Zhang Yuan pushed up his glasses, a wise glint flashing across the lenses.

"And... welcome to 'Heavenly Armed Forces'."