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In the same low-tier Hunter Team, they never dared to imagine confronting such a scene.
Hilbert called out their names, asking them to come up on stage. Such an honor would provoke jealousy in anyone.
However, this time was different. If last night's events were accomplished by those seasoned individuals, it was certainly understandable. They bore a significant responsibility and had been executing missions for quite some time, which made it inevitable.
Yet, it was this group of Soldier-Level Hunter Team that single-handedly saved everyone in Nipoguan. Most who knew the details understood that it was the Assassin Association that triggered the Alarm. If others knew, how could Hilbert be unaware of this matter?
Still, announcing this event that would attract jealous gazes from everyone meant they were to go on stage to receive Hilbert's verbal honor? The eyes of the audience were bloodshot with envy. The arrogance of these newcomers was truly unbearable; having completed just a few missions, they acted as if they were invincible. Everyone must have thought, "I hope they stumble and fall."
Indeed, Freyr believed they must have encountered problems this time. Their actions were remarkably high-profile, and he hadn't expected to face such a brainless President making this announcement. Which place had offended them? Was this a plan to push them to their limits?
“Team, Commander, I feel a bit overwhelmed; are they trying to play us to death?” Ross responded from the side.
But Freyr knew well that the President's words might narrow their future prospects even further. Was this an attempt to drive them into despair or to see if they could rise from the ashes like a phoenix under such pressure?
Before transforming into a phoenix, they would likely face many difficulties and need to overcome them—perhaps even die once before becoming the fiery phoenix. This seemed to be the President's intention: to spur them on through such methods.
Wait, this approach felt familiar; Freyr's mind began to blur as he quickly recalled something.
Just then, his head suddenly throbbed as if a hand were stirring rapidly inside his mind. But soon he remembered part of it—seeing Clinton, that Old Guy, smirking on stage should have reminded him that he was behind Hilbert’s actions.
“Let’s go; we shouldn’t keep them waiting.”
Freyr led the five of them forward, quickly stepping onto the stage. Although Ross had just expressed his opinion, he still climbed up, suppressing his jealous gaze. However, they looked quite nervous; they hadn’t expected Hilbert to call them up like this. Would there be more to say later? What could they do on stage to avoid being ridiculed by everyone?
Freyr stood at the front, with the others directly behind him. As the team’s Commander, it was only fitting for him to take the lead. Ross lingered at the back; typically, someone as flamboyant as him would prefer to stand at the front of the last row, basking in the attention of others, which suited his flashy personality.
Yet this time, he was hiding at the very back. It seemed that something significant was about to happen, and it likely wouldn’t be good.
Once this was over, there would surely be some reprimanding. Freyr’s prominent position made him quite eye-catching. Although the audience might not give them much face, they would at least offer polite applause as a courtesy to the President. However, if things went poorly, they wouldn’t hesitate to bombard them with ridicule.
“So far, we have concluded the content related to the meeting. I had originally planned to let everyone leave, but after some thought, I believe it’s time to properly introduce you to your young juniors,” Hilbert began.
A sudden uproar erupted from below; clearly, no one had anticipated Hilbert would say such a thing. What kind of young juniors could warrant such importance from Hilbert and such strong recommendations? Without an explanation, people would likely assume these individuals were highly capable but emotionally inept.
On stage, Freyr instinctively glanced down at the audience, maintaining a calm demeanor.
The audience was filled with talented individuals; after all, they were the elite of the association. Many of them were familiar with each other from previous missions and would listen attentively upon seeing him on stage. Due to their past collaborations, they knew each other well and wouldn’t simply follow the crowd in criticizing them.
Receiving Hilbert's enthusiastic recommendation on such a platform was only the second time since the association's establishment that a team had been so praised. The first team had been targeted by the Zerg shortly after their recognition and eliminated. Since then, no suitable team had received such honor until now. Over a decade had passed; although the association had survived in some form, it had kept its existence a secret from the public.
The announcement of its establishment had only come in recent years due to necessity; otherwise, it might have been perceived that aside from the Assassin Association and Mecha Association, only the Human Alliance remained as a major development platform following Beowulf's decline.
This is why various methods were employed to capture public attention; thus, the Hunter Association managed to establish itself firmly despite having a history of over a hundred years.
However, with this special team emerging now, many of these seniors below must have felt quite envious. If they had been present during such circumstances yesterday, it would have likely been an easy affair for them.
But for them, it was the honor of stepping onto the stage to receive an award, and accomplishing this was nothing extraordinary.
Thus, the morning meeting came to a close amidst such discussions.
Believers and skeptics were evenly split; after all, the speakers merely urged everyone to coexist harmoniously and support one another, allowing the spirit of the association to continue thriving.
Fortunately, the messages conveyed after the meeting were not as dire as imagined. Overall, they were quite positive, although there were malicious comments suggesting it was all a show or distasteful. Those who heard such remarks could simply dismiss them as nonsense.
After the brief meeting, everything seemed fine. They still had to take a stroll around Tower, as their reputation in this area had spread, and naturally, they would be recognized on the streets.
Passersby wore mocking expressions, some with unfriendly glances. It seemed that future missions might not go smoothly. Freyr walked along awkwardly smiling; what else could he do?
Just as they returned to their tent, a strange incident suddenly occurred.
With a loud rumble, a violent shaking erupted. Simultaneously, shouts from many people around filled the air; it seemed everyone sensed this unusual tremor. This was no ordinary shaking; it was far more complex than an earthquake.
"Here it comes! Another bug! This time it's two of them!" someone shouted from outside.
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