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[Name: Jay ???
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthplace: ???
Current Quest ???: Defeat the mutant.
Party: [Erik and Jay]

Exclusive Skill: Hexacution (Stage 2)
Magic Spell: Ice Magic (Stage 1)

Endurance: 57
Strength: 62
Speed: 60
Dexterity: 55
Mana: 42
Intelligence: 67
Luck: 13

Stat Points: 6]

[Completion rate of yourself: 16%]

One's status window would display a person's personal and physical information, serving as an ID card inside the tower. Every person possessed only one screen displaying the same categories of information, but with different values. And yet, Scarlet glanced at Jay in bewilderment.

"T-two windows?" she stuttered, unable to close her mouth. Scarlet did not understand what the completion rate meant, but the mere fact that there were two windows was enough to crack her composure—the very same composure that shattered completely the moment she noticed the censored information. "W-what's the meaning of this?!"

And before she continued to throw her thoughts around, she shifted her gaze to Erik's status screen. However, her eyes widened even further as her body stiffened.

"You two... I thought you were just mere Challengers..." Scarlet commented, looking at them as if they were ghosts.

Erik and Jay casually closed their status windows before Jay showed a wry smile.

"So can we go now?" he asked politely.

Scarlet hesitated at first, intending to probe for more information. However, she was still wise enough to know that it was for the best to back off for now.

"Y-yes." she answered, sounding defeated and nervous.

Thus, the two men turned their backs on the scene and headed to the South Gate, which was not far from them. Still, Jay took one last look at Luna, who was surrounded by officers trying to keep her in check, and Elsa—the mysterious woman who had randomly appeared and turned the tide in his favor.

At that point in time, Jay found it strange that she was actually there and wondered if there might have been a connection between the two of them. However, Jay concluded that he should not approach her carelessly since she was someone far beyond his league.

"Amazing, isn't it? The moment a Conqueror arrives, the mood completely changes. Rules, relationships, justice, and priorities will all bend in the face of such an individual." Erik remarked indifferently, noticing Jay's gaze.

Challengers and Conquerors—two titles whose weights could not be compared. While every person started their journey to make their wishes come true as a Challenger, the title of Conqueror had to be earned. After all, it was a title meant for the most powerful individuals who stood at the top of the tower. They were the pinnacle of what a Challenger could strive to become. They were the ones who had managed to clear 100 quests and fulfill their wishes.

And Elsa was one of those Conquerors.

"Anyway." Erik cleared his throat as he realized that Jay was still conscious of Elsa. "We have clues about our next target."

He handed Jay the picture Elsa had given him previously. It was the picture of a person who possessed a fragment of Jay.

"How did you manage to find this one?" Jay asked, looking at the picture sternly. He knew that Erik was the one who had found the previous targets, but he was kept in the dark about the method Erik had used to find them.

Erik let out a small sigh. It would have been better if he had not had to say anything, but in order to keep their current relationship, he should explain.

"She was the one who gave us all the information." Erik admitted, pointing with his thumb toward Elsa. "Believe it or not, she has a grasp of the whereabouts of all of your fragments."

"What?!" Jay yelled in surprise. "Then wouldn't it be better to work more closely with her? If she's with us, I'll be whole in a heartbeat!"

Erik remained calm despite staring at Jay, whose widened eyes were full of joy and expectations.

"If I were you, I'd probably react the same way." Erik huffed tiredly. "But forget about it. As we are right now, it would be too dangerous to cooperate with her. We should consider ourselves lucky enough since she has been willing to help us until now, but that will change from now on. We're on our own."

"Dangerous? Sure, she is a Conqueror and all, but she didn't seem that hostile." Jay replied pensively.

"It's not her we have to watch out for. Rather, it's the person she's currently helping." Erik said.

"Can you stop talking so cryptically? Just spill the beans already! What's her deal?" Jay remarked, tired of trying to read Erik's thoughts.

Erik, however, let out a chuckle.

"Just keep this up, and you will know one day." he added, flashing a grin that was mocking Jay.

And while Erik and Jay were about to reach the South Gate and enter the city, an incident occurred in the entertainment district of the Tutorial Section.

In a karaoke booth, multiple young women pressed their backs against the room's walls as they were forced to witness the terror that unfolded in front of their eyes. Blocking the entrance, a tall and broad-framed middle-aged man looked down at the lean young man who was right beneath him.

"Shit...! What have you done to me! Why can't I move?!" the younger man complained weakly, unable to move a single muscle.

While scratching his stubble beard, the older man, who was dressed as if he worked there, observed the faces of the terrified women. His black eyes appeared indifferent despite the tension in the air.

Only after slicking his shoulder-length gray hair back did he speak.

"Jeff Dynos." the older man addressed the other man in a raspy voice. His gaze shifted back to the young man.

Jeff wore thick black-framed glasses—matching the color of his bob-cut hair—and casual clothes meant for partying. However, those clothes were dirtied, and some bruises could be detected on his body.

"Bring me this person." the older man stated, showing the picture of a person. "I won't take a no as an answer. Pretending to accept won't do either. If you decline, lie, or fail, I will simply get rid of you."

The man's tone was void of emotion. However, he meant everything he had said.

"Tch! Fine..." Jeff clicked his tongue. Normally, he would rarely listen to someone, especially if they were strangers. But given the current circumstances, he could not talk back. His instincts were screaming that the man standing there was dangerous.

"Good. I will contact you soon."

"Hey, you won't even give me your—"

"Glenn. There's nothing more you need to know about me."

Following that, Glenn left the cramped karaoke booth.

"M-Mr. Dynos!"

The women in the room hurried over to the still-paralyzed Jeff, worried about his well-being.

"It's fine." Jeff said through his gritted teeth as he glared at the ceiling.

Within three minutes, Glenn had barged into the room and neutralized Jeff. And as much as he hated to admit it, Glenn had executed his plan excellently. Having taken advantage of the fact that Jeff was drunk, surrounded by women in a cramped, lust-filled room, unable to notice the disguised Glenn, and out of reach of any weapons, Glenn had succeeded in landing six consecutive punches.

However, it was only now, when he had the time to reflect on what had happened, that he finally noticed something strange. Jeff frowned slightly as he remembered an individual whose power was similar to Glenn's—it was an individual with whom Jeff did not want anything to do, if possible.

"D-don't worry! In a fair fight, you would have won!"

"Yes! That man was a coward for ambushing you like this!"

"Heck, he must have surely dressed as a worker to get your guard down!"

In an instant, the room was filled with complaints about the man who had left Jeff in such a state. But even though they were trying to cheer Jeff up, he did not feel any better. He was still trying to connect the dots between the mysterious man named Glenn, the person in the picture, and the individual in his hazy memory.

"Stop it, everyone." he stated, exhausted.

Just from interacting once, Jeff could tell that Glenn was the same as him. Instead of seeking a fair, frontal fight, they would search for ways to avoid one. Ambushing someone when their guard was down, choosing underhanded tactics, analyzing an opponent, and making use of their weaknesses—that was their way of fighting.

"Maybe I should stop drinking in public spaces..." he sighed.

Then, a few women stared at the photo that Glenn had given to Jeff.

"Wait, isn't that...?" one of the woman muttered, almost remembering something important.

"Ah, you mean that silly kid from the rumors?" another one said, relaxed. "What was his name again?"

It did not take long until the identity of the one in the photo was discovered.

"I think it was Jay?"