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"I understand, President has been waiting for you for quite some time. You don’t need to explain; you can go up right away," the administrator said.
Unexpectedly, it was a twist of fate. Freyr looked up, slightly taken aback, and smiled as he bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you then, we will head to the top floor." By doing this, Freyr immediately left a good impression on the other party. He lowered his head, and the change in Thinking was quite striking; the other person remembered him instantly.
Such a rare Commander was indeed uncommon. The administrator had seen many people—some would shout demands as soon as they reached the door, while others were overly timid. However, a Commander like him, who understood manners and propriety, was still rare. Most of the time, they treated them like dogs out of sheer disrespect for their profession.
From the bottom of their hearts, they looked down on these people—these dogs in human skin—with despicable behavior that was not worthy of a manager's attention.
"Alright, please wait a moment," the administrator said as he slightly rose.
It seemed that some people had already gone up; the elevator had not yet come down. After a while, when the elevator finally arrived, they reset it and pressed the button for the top floor—it worked.
Then the elevator doors opened. They stepped inside briefly before coming back out again. The administrator smiled and said, "It's ready now."
Another administrator nodded, "Please enter." Just as the elevator doors were about to close, that administrator suddenly dashed out from behind the door.
They watched as the figure outside smiled at them before the doors finally closed completely. The elevator began to move rapidly and soon reached the top floor.
When the doors opened, a figure stood outside: Hilbert along with another old man with a white beard.
Hilbert had already regained his composure and now stood respectfully at the entrance like a gallant guard. Upon seeing those in the elevator, his eyes narrowed as if trying to see through them. "Welcome to the top floor. We should have met last time; I didn’t expect that incident would have such a significant impact on you all. As President, I can only apologize for this situation you encountered. I’m sorry for what you went through; however, there will likely be improvements moving forward. The association is now back in operation and has developed a better perspective on selecting individuals. In the long run, character and virtue are extremely important when it comes to choosing people."
What surprised Freyr was that he did not expect such words from someone as esteemed as President. The credibility of such statements was immense; however, what qualifications did they have to become an example? They were merely afraid of being ostracized by other team members. Human nature could be more terrifying than ghosts or deities—contempt and exclusion required no justification whatsoever.
The others looked at Hilbert, who smiled slightly. Such a smile did not suggest that something was amiss; every time Hilbert wore that expression, everyone should reflect on whether they had offended him in some way.
"The other teams will not contest your position because they cannot compare to you. Only your team participated in this mission, and you have already accomplished the corresponding tasks. We will transfer your rewards to your accounts before you depart."
Such words were easily spoken, as they all understood the changes in the current situation and felt a slight sense of caution.
If everyone merely thought about it casually, there would not be so many overt and covert struggles.
"If you don't believe me, feel free to take a walk and see for yourself." After Hilbert said this, they were initially puzzled, but when they looked out the window, they soon noticed something unusual. Outside, there was a large sign displaying the template for this mission, along with their team's number: 116.
It turned out that not only was the mission point revealed, but their team's details were also exposed. The foot traffic in that area was immense; it was a gathering place for the cafeteria where many people passed by. Among them were renowned hunters, and their team, Confronting, had far fewer honors than others but still managed to slip away unnoticed.
Indeed, this mission was extremely dangerous. The fact that someone could survive such a life-threatening task—where hope seemed nearly nonexistent—was clearly beyond what ordinary individuals could achieve. This team was merely a Soldier-Level Hunter Team, appearing weak in comparison. Other teams had earned rewards of 100,000 Reward Points for their missions, and that Mission Template had also been disclosed.
This revelation should have been shocking enough; many hunters were eager to learn how such a previously famous team had faded into obscurity and what had silenced them until now. They felt compelled to urge the Hunter Association to uncover the truth. However, they never expected that their team's situation would be exposed so suddenly. It seemed Hilbert had long intended for them to try something different—like Commander-level missions—which required more consideration of teamwork dynamics rather than simply managing conflicts within a single team to meet mission requirements. Someone needed to step up.
"I refuse." Hilbert was taken aback; he was known for following through on his words, and he never expected someone would dare to say no to him. Wasn't that courting death?
Yet he found himself quite admiring the young man before him, so he could tolerate this shortcoming.
"Wow, no one has ever said that to me before," Hilbert remarked, feeling he needed to negotiate further. The rewards he offered were substantial; it wasn't that anyone wanted anything bad from him—it was just that at this moment, he could still yield to him. After all, there was no harm in it; he genuinely wanted to find a talented young person to nurture as his successor.
At least this way, there would be someone to carry on after him. But this heir had actually rejected his request, leaving him both surprised and confused. If such an approach couldn't meet his demands, what would? "Do you want to know why?" he asked once more.
Freyr furrowed his brow, then revealed a slight smile as he continued, "What's so surprising about this? This is how it is. I want to take my time and move forward step by step, rather than relying on extreme measures to force things. I won't appreciate that."
"Hmm, hahaha, really? You are quite a unique person. I would love to treat you to a nice meal and learn more about your thoughts," Hilbert said tentatively.
"Uh, I'm sorry, President, but I don't drink alcohol. We will soon be going on a mission, and the energy we expend during that process will be replenished through meals. But alcohol is poison that goes through the system; I won't partake in it. I hope you can understand my predicament," Freyr replied.
"Ah, I see. You have your reasons, and that's perfectly fine. Just do what you feel is right. It's good for young people like you to have your own ideas. I won't force you to do anything," Hilbert said with a smile.
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