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"Good morning, everyone! Hehe, I didn't expect to be the first one awake. What luck, haha!" Ross said with a slight frown as he sat up in bed.
"Hehe, you’re not the first one up. The first one awake is none other than me! You still have a long way to go to beat me. I always wake up with my eyes open, haha!" someone else boomed with laughter.
Looking around at the environment, another person quickly interjected, "Stop arguing! You're all the first ones up. Look at Commander." As soon as the name "Commander" was mentioned, everyone turned to see that indeed, Commander was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his breath and looking somewhat distressed.
As they approached, they noticed that he was slightly frowning but seemed to be breathing normally, indicating he was alright. Then Freyr, sitting across from him on the bed, opened his eyes. After a night of meditation, he appeared to have recovered somewhat, though his pale complexion suggested he had nearly lost control due to the earlier disturbance.
Now he looked much better. He got out of bed and changed out of the clothes he had worn yesterday. Wiping his face, he felt more refreshed this morning. During his meditation, he had actually been resting; it was just that when he reached a state of forgetting himself, he no longer felt tired. Now, aside from feeling clear-headed, he realized his stomach was a bit hungry.
He quickly glanced at his watch and saw that it was still not time yet; it was only six oh three. Had everyone else woken up early too? It seemed like they had all overslept yesterday. The excitement they felt was likely due to their victory in battle the day before; this event would surely be talked about for some time.
It was likely that many people across the distant continent shared their feelings. This news would probably spread quickly. Seeing that it was still early, they decided to head to the dining hall for some hot breakfast. At this hour, most of those eating were professionals who had stayed up all night trying to replenish their energy.
Originally, they were part of that group too, but since President had ordered them to rest for the night, it felt like they had sacrificed their chance to contribute. When they returned to the dining hall, some people cast strange glances their way—not out of jealousy or resentment but rather with a look of deep envy.
This was a gaze filled with admiration; although they hadn’t performed exceptionally well last night, they had managed to relay critical information during an emergency situation when everyone needed it most. Such credit could not simply be claimed by anyone; there was an air of apprehension about accepting such recognition.
It wasn’t their achievement alone, nor did they sound the alarm first. To take credit for something they hadn’t done would be absurd; if they accepted such accolades casually, it would imply that they had made significant contributions in that battle.
Afterward, other teams would likely widen the gap between themselves and this group. No one would believe that they could handle future missions independently since they had relied on teamwork to succeed. Such actions would only make those with higher status and greater strength increasingly uncomfortable; in the future, they might not even lend them real assistance anymore.
Moreover, among their peers in the Hunter Team, Meng Luo's team held great expectations for the Four Hunter Team. If they could establish a connection with such a Commander, it would bode well for their team's future development.
Unfortunately, they did not anticipate that such significant news would explode that night. Regrettably, they could no longer stand on equal footing as before; they would certainly not be regarded highly anymore.
The six members of the Hunter Team finished their meal amidst a tense atmosphere, and then it was time for the crucial morning meeting for the entire Hunter Team. This was a militarized meeting, and teams with missions had to attend unless something particularly important occurred. However, the Patrol segment was vital; thanks to someone being present last night, they naturally could not be brought along.
During the meeting, Hilbert surprisingly woke up early, sitting next to Coach Clinton—oh, Vice President. These two were the pillars of the association and had forged a deep friendship over the years. It was impossible to take them down easily.
Thus, over the years, they had remained firmly in their positions within the association. The Hunter Association had no overly powerful background or particularly deep human resources.
“Good morning, everyone.”
Hilbert's opening remarks sounded pale and weak but were delivered with a friendly demeanor, reflecting his unique approach as a leader.
He was not known for being serious; instead, he excelled at discovering talents and potential in others. Naturally, with his current status, he managed to blend in well, primarily due to his exceptional interpersonal skills—something not easily achieved by anyone else.
Freyr and others were hiding at the back of other teams; only the most senior hunters would move closer to the front. They could hear the President clearly expressing the main points of the meeting, but those further back could only catch bits of it, overshadowed by the louder voices in front.
Listening required great effort; if this manipulation continued throughout the meeting, it would be quite exhausting.
However, this served as motivation for those hunters at the back. If they wanted to move forward next time and grasp the core ideas of the meeting clearly, they needed to work hard to strengthen their team. A team must rely on a triad of manpower, resources, and time to achieve high performance. Some people might spend their entire lives without reaching a certain height; these ordinary individuals lacked opportunities. In contrast, those with exceptional talent often found themselves without chances as well—what would become of them? They would likely remain in less prominent positions.
Some people would never reach a certain height under such constraints; even talent struggled to develop in this reality. However, as the meeting progressed significantly, Hilbert suddenly raised his voice—this action seemed aimed at ensuring everyone could hear what he was about to say clearly.
“Cough cough cough, all members of Rank 4 Hunter Team please come up to the stage.” Hilbert responded accordingly.
Such a decision was truly unexpected. The soldier rank should be the lowest level, yet they were called to the stage from such a back position. What could be the purpose of that? However, at this moment, Freyr quickly reacted as all eyes turned toward him, making his body feel stiff.
There were about a thousand people present, most of whom were the elite of the association. Aside from those engaged in organizing missions, there were also some hunters from the Patrol, mostly seated below. Now, as their team name was called, the commanders of the last few teams turned their gazes toward them.
Indeed, due to the close proximity, they immediately looked over.
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