In some parts of the Desert, five teenagers walk side by side under the heart of the sun. They were breathing raggedly, and they kept wiping their forehead to wipe out the sweat that kept forming.
They are the two six. Once again, Roger had given them a task. Unfortunately, the task Roger gave this time to all the teams was to try to clear out the marked monsters one by one. The team that has a higher number of kills would have more contributions. That''s why they knew that they needed to do a good job this time!
The team six was led by Junsho of the Heibyuan n. A high-ranking n whose members possessed one of the three special abilities that they inherited from their Tier 4 Ancestor! Yes, to be considered a high-ranking n... The n needs to have a Tier 3 or Tier 4 Ancestor in their family history once. Dead or alive. The thing is, although the Heibyuan n''s Great Ancestor was dead. Thetter, due to the qualitative change of species after bing a Tier 4, inevitably gave birth to descendants that inherited three special abilities. A mutation!
Yes, every high-ranking n member inherited 3 or more special abilities from their members. The more abilities the member inherited, the higher his status in the n. Of course, there is always an exception. For example, Gojo, who inherited the seven eyes, a time-rted pupil power, the most powerful ability of their Ancestor once! Gojo, although only inherited two abilities. His status is even higher than his fellow n members who have inherited more abilities than him!
Junsho couldn''t help but snort when he thought of Gojo''s arrogant face. Hmmpph! Genius! He swore that he would surpass the bastard and be the number one genius in the entire city of Phenos!
At the very least, in terms of appearance, he wasn''t far behind Gojo. And it was something he was proud of. After all, in his opinion, Gojo has the most potential among the Scouts. As for Johan, he was strong now, but he would be left behind by true geniuses like them.
"What a waste of talent." Junsho scoffed as he thought of Johan, who had defeated him numerous times in sparring. He had to admit that thetter was a genius of battle. He couldn''t just understand why a person would choose a broken path. Isn''t that a fool? So only Gojo was the one who he considered a rival.
As he thought of this, Junsho felt it was a shame to get defeated in the hands of someone other than Gojo!
I, Junsho, would exact my revenge in due time! The only one who could beat me is me! I''m destined for greatness!
Thinking of this, Junsho took out a mirror and styled his hair with a crook smile on his face.
Junsho''s hair is a rich, onyx ck that falls in lustrous waves to just below his shoulders. The darkness of his hair entuates the paleness of his skin, creating a striking contrast.
It has a natural sheen, appearing as though it''s touched by moonlight, giving his overall look an ethereal quality.
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While he typically wears it loose, it''s not umon for him to have it elegantly tied back with a silk ribbon or a jeweled sp when the asion calls for a more formal appearance.
His hair is impably maintained and carries a faint, alluring fragrance of exotic oils and herbs.
Junsho had a high cheekbone that added a regal and sculpted dimension to the face.
Expressive, almond-shaped eyes with long, darkshes that exude an air of confidence.
A perfectly straight nose that enhances the overall symmetry of the face.
A strong jawline with a hint of a chiseled, square shape that conveys determination. And a well-groomed and impably shaped beard that lends an aura of refinement.
All his life, he was called handsome growing up. Junsho was not only talented. He was also gifted when ites to appearance.
"Jun, what do we do now? Should we continue to fight the Centurion ahead?"
Ryle, another member of team six asked. He couldn''t help but feel that he was on a fucking wrong team. He hates their team leader. In his opinion, Junsho was nothing but a self-absorbed narcissist. A rich second generation who was lucky got be born into a high-ss family.
Ryle possesses a facial structure that, while individually average,bines in a way that creates an exceptional sense of facial harmony. His features seem to effortlesslyplement each other, forming an overall appearance that is both pleasing and bnced.
His hair is a striking, naturally curly shade of vibrant red, which adds a touch of uniqueness to his overall look.
The random, yet charmingly unpredictable nature of his curls gives his hair a sense of spontaneity and liveliness. No two curls are exactly the same, creating an attractive sense of individuality.
Ryle''s hairstyle can vary from day to day, showcasing his carefree and adaptable personality. One day, his curls may cascade down his shoulders in a wild, untamed manner. The next, he might have his hair neatly tied in a loose bun, and on other asions, he might let it fall naturally in a rxed, casual fashion.
Jun stared at Ryle, then scratched his head. "What to do? Just fucking fight the Centurion. Don''t tell me you''re scared?" He snorted. Then he looked at the other members, then at Ryle. "I must remind you. I don''t need a weakling in my team! Centurion? That''s just it. In front of me, I won''t be able to do anything!"
"Arrogant!" Cecilia couldn''t take it any longer. She didn''t want to voice out her intrusive thoughts, but Junsho was just too much. "You fuck! Just because you''re strong, do you think you have the right to act all high and mighty!?"
"If not?" Junsho narrowed his eyes at Cecilia. Dare you to challenge me? Don''t you know my dad!? My family would stomp your family easily, you know?"
"And you''re proud of that?? You''re just a pathetic incel that relies on your family background that doesn''t really have achievement under your name."
"Bullshit!" Junsho was about to p Cecilia when someone forcibly took his hands. Then, when he turned around... He saw Shawn, another member of the team, holding his hand. "Fuck! Let go of me, you bastard!"