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Time: 9 a.m.

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Damn, only two hours have passed since the chaos began...

Now, I really wonder why I didn\'t like time in my previous world.

I believed that when you thought time would run fast, it would slow down considerably, but when you thought time would slow down, it did the opposite and sped up.

This proved my theory: "Time acts like a bitch when you need it to behave the least."

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Kiara finally stirred.

I watched her closely, noting the subtle movements that indicated she was coming to.

The healing potion had worked its magic, but she still looked pale and exhausted.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she groaned softly, attempting to sit up.

I immediately moved closer to help her, supporting her as she regained her senses.

"Kiara," I said expressionless, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. "How do you feel now?"

She blinked a few times, her gaze focusing on me. "Boss... I feel like I got hit by a truck," she muttered, wincing as she touched the back of her head where she had hit the table. "But I\'ll live. What happened? Why did Solas...?"

I shook my head, cutting her off gently. "There\'s no time to explain everything right now. I need to go and take care of some things. You either stay here and rest or find a safe place to hide until this is all over. We can\'t afford any more surprises."

Kiara looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and determination. "I\'ll be okay, Boss..."

I nodded, appreciating her words. "Good. Stay safe, Kiara. We\'ll regroup once this fight ends."

With that, I turned away, my focus shifting back to the immediate threat outside.

I sprinted through the streets, which were filled with smoke and blood.

"Which way is north?" I wondered.

After a few seconds, I changed my direction and ran north.

As I kept running, the smoke around me started to clear until there was none left in my view.

I dashed past many half-destroyed buildings, which became a blur with each step.

One thing stood out: there were no monsters around...

At first, I ignored it, thinking the monsters might have gone toward the areas with gunfire sounds or followed the bear-like monster to attack the rebels.

But now that I had run about half a kilometer, it was hard to ignore the fact that there were no monsters.

Where did they all go so suddenly?

I felt a bit frustrated because the main reason I decided to run north was to hunt monsters and fill my upgrade bar to trigger my ascendance and level up.

But since there were no monsters here, I had to wait longer for my level up.

I opened my character status to check my information.

Race: Human

Current rank: Iron.

Titles:- Netori King and, Lust King.

Progression to Gold rank: 64% (1600/2500 essences)

...

Huh...

I need just 900 more...

For now, let\'s get there quickly, kill some time, and gather more essences.

***

After running for 20 more minutes, I heard the sounds of gunfire and other weapons in the distance.

I immediately stopped, realizing the fight is probably going on between the group members and the rebels.

Rushing in recklessly would be a bad idea, so moving cautiously would be smarter...

My surroundings changed from buildings to a more open area with a road leading straight to a stadiumspecifically, a football stadium.

I was slowly making my way toward the stadium, where the fight was taking place.

As I approached the stadium, the sounds of battle grew louder and more intense.

I stayed low, moving cautiously along the edge of the road, scanning my surroundings for any signs of danger.

The open area around the stadium provided little cover, but I had to keep moving.

The stadium loomed large ahead, its once vibrant structure now marred by the chaos of battle.

I could see flashes of gunfire and hear the shouts of people engaged in combat.

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip on my weapon and continued forward.

As I neared the entrance, I noticed a group of our allies pinned down by rebel gunfire.

I immediately jumped behind some bushes when I noticed them.

I didn\'t have any other place to hide, so I took cover there. I didn\'t want my group or anyone else to see me, as I\'d become an easy target for the rebels.

Instead, I decided to hide and wait for a good opportunity.

As my guns were also on cooldown, or I would have taken out those rebels by now.

Some group members were taking cover behind an overturned vehicle, exchanging shots with the rebels.

However, there were two guys without guns, just weapons: one with a rapier and the other with a war flail.

What are they doing here?

They were Sam and Allen.

I thought they were on the west side with their groups, but here they were.

Sam and Allen were the leaders of groups 7 and 3, so normally it would be surprising to see them here.

But since their big brother Jack was present, it made sense why they are here.

But why aren\'t they attacking?

Those guys love to fight, so I expected them to charge out and start causing havoc by now.

Could those rebels be gold-ranked? If so, why would they need guns in the first place?

They could just come out and fight with their weapons.

I was finding it increasingly confusing to grasp the current situation.

Judging from the rebels\' positions, it seemed likely that the rest of their forces were inside the stadium.

Jack and the other groups were also not present here, and the gunfire coming from inside suggested they were engaged in battle with the rebels....

So, what should I do?

Should I change my plan or stay put here?

On one hand, staying here keeps me safe from the rebels, but it also feels like time wasted.

On the other hand, going there could help me understand why those guys are lounging around and also give me insight into the situation inside the stadium.

After a few minutes of consideration, I decided to head over there.

The distance between us was only 100 to 200 meters.

I took a deep breath and counted to three.

"1...2...3..."

"Ok, let\'s go..."

I sprinted across the open ground towards Sam and Allen.

Initially, everything seemed calm, but within moments, all eyes, both allies and enemies alike, were on me.

Some of the rebels quickly shifted their aim from my group members to me, seeing an opportunity to eliminate me.

They opened fire, and I deftly dodged their sporadic gunfire.

Bullets zipped past, raising dust and debris, but I focused on reaching the safety of the brothers\' cover position.

Honestly, I would have been hit by bullets at least once or twice if the rebels were closer than half a kilometer away and if there had been a sniper.

As it was, navigating safely was relatively easy for me.

With swift movements, I zigzagged to disrupt the shooters\' aim, taking advantage of any cover I could find.

Eventually, I slid behind an overturned truck next to Sam, Allen, and the others.

They looked at me with surprise and concern as I caught my breath, though Allen and Sam were the only ones who stayed focused; the others immediately returned to shooting around.

"What the hell, Michael? Why are you here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Sam whispered urgently, glancing over the barrier, I mean truck cautiously.

That\'s the first time he reacted like that.

It surprised me because I never expected him to break his usual silent demeanor.

"Sorry, didn\'t mean to make such a grand entrance," I replied, slightly out of breath. "I was instructed by Marcus to come here and check on you guys."

Allen smirked, adjusting his grip on the war flail. "Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance. Michael, sprinting through a battlefield like it\'s a morning jog."

I chuckled softly, the tension easing slightly. "Yeah, well, I\'ve had practice. So, what\'s the plan here?"

Sam exchanged a quick look with Allen before answering. "We were waiting for Jack\'s orders. He told us to hold this position and wait for further instructions."

"Why? You two look like you\'re on vacation here," I quipped, trying to keep the mood light despite the situation.

Allen shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Jack knows best. He said he\'s got a plan brewing."

Here\'s a refined version:

I asked, "Oh, that explains it. How long have you guys been waiting here?"

Allen replied, "huhh... About an hour, maybe..."

Surprised, I exclaimed, "Wait, really? Are you serious?"

Allen questioned, "What makes you think otherwise?"

I clarified, "I mean, are you certain? You know Jack has dementia, right?"

I had a strong suspicion that Jack had either forgotten to call them or was currently in danger, considering his continued silence.

Allen playfully retorted, "Ah, Michael, you underestimate Jack. He\'s probably just strategizing. You know how he gets."

Raising an eyebrow, I remained unconvinced. "Still, an hour?"

Persisting, I suggested, "Why not just check?"

Allen hesitated briefly, then responded, "But..."

Urh... He\'s still hesitant; let\'s apply more pressure.

I interrupted gently, "What\'s the harm? I\'m simply suggesting we check."

Allen sighed, then unexpectedly pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket.

He glanced at it thoughtfully before pressing the call button.

"Jack," he spoke into the device, his voice carrying a mix of concern and amusement. "Any updates on our next move? We\'ve been holding position here for quite a while."

The walkie-talkie crackled to life, and after a brief pause, Jack\'s voice came through, slightly distorted but audible. "Hey, why are you guys still out there? Didn\'t I tell you to come inside a few minutes ago?"

Allen and Sam both turned to me, and I smirked knowingly, saying, "I knew it."

Allen retorted, "Bro, you realize you haven\'t even briefed us yet? Is your dementia kicking in or what?"

Jack hesitated, then responded, "Ehh, I... haven\'t?"

Allen confirmed, "No."

Jack sighed apologetically, "I\'m sorry, guys. I think I forgot again to inform you. My bad, sorry."

Allen nodded skeptically, "Yeah, sure. If Michael hadn\'t reminded us to check, we might\'ve stayed out here another hour."

In the background, we could hear the clashing of swords as Jack added, "Sorry, guys, gotta go. There\'s a fight breaking out. But before I sign off, good luck guys and, welcome aboard, Michael."

The walkie-talkie crackled and cut off abruptly after Jack\'s brief message. Allen glanced at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused. "Well, there you have it. Looks like you were right to push, Michael."

I smirked back at him, feeling a sense of validation. "Always trust your instincts, Allen."

He nodded thoughtfully, then turned to his group members. "Alright, everyone, listen up. We\'re moving out in a few minutes. Prepare yourselves."

The group members nodded in acknowledgment, some adjusting their gear while others checked their weapons one last time.

To be fair, there was not a single tension between them...

It was like they were sure they would win..

Meanwhile, Sam and Allen readied themselves, each gripping their respective weapons tightly.

Sam had his rapier at the ready, while Allen swung his war flail in a practiced motion.

Their expressions were focused yet resolute, ready to charge into action.

Gotta ready myself...

I retrieved my daggers, securing them firmly in both hands, preparing for whatever lay ahead.

The weight of the blades felt reassuring as I mentally went through the plan.

Allen looked over at me and grinned. "Ready for this, Michael?"

I was filled with excitement as I stayed close behind them, both to protect myself and to take down rebels alongside them.

I nodded, a sense of adrenaline starting to pump through me.

I exclaimed confidently, "Absolutely!"