Chapter 89 | Meeting The Team
Chapter 89: 89 | Meeting The Team
"Her?" Monica frowned.
Andrew nodded. "She calls herself... the Saintess of Reversal."
Monica’s eyes widened.
He went on. "I haven’t actually met her. The first time, I just saw a system notification asking if I wanted to accept her sponsorship. After I accepted... that was pretty much it."
Silence filled the room for a few seconds. Then Monica’s eyes narrowed in a sly, mischievous way. "Maybe this Saintess likes you."
Andrew blinked. "What?"
She crossed her arms, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Think about it. She personally chose you. She’s a woman. She gave you divine sponsorship." She leaned forward slightly. "Maybe she thinks you’re handsome."
Andrew’s hand shot out and covered her mouth. "Shh."
Monica’s eyes curved into playful crescents, giggles muffled under his palm.
He shook his head. "Don’t say things like that carelessly." He dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper. "What if she hears you? They have god-like powers."
Monica nodded obediently, but the amusement still danced in her eyes.
Andrew finally lifted his hand. The moment he did, she leaned forward and kissed him. He froze for a heartbeat, then smiled and kissed her back.
The room grew quiet again.
Monica curled against him beneath the blankets, and Andrew wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.
Neither of them spoke. For a while, the only sounds were the soft rustle of sheets and then moans and deep grunts.
Suddenly, Monica’s voice spoke in a sultry tone.
"I want you to bang my brain out."
"I thought that’s what we are about to do." Andrew’s puzzled voice sounded.
"No, I want you to do it. Literally..."
Andrew : !!!
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The next morning, Principal Constant led Andrew through one of the academy’s restricted sections. Unlike the normal student areas, which buzzed with noise and activity, this place was eerily quiet. Only authorized personnel were allowed inside.
They walked for nearly five minutes before stopping in front of a massive reinforced steel door. Without hesitation, the principal pushed it open.
Andrew stepped through, and his eyes narrowed slightly. It was a huge training hall, nearly the size of a football field. The polished black alloy floor gleamed under the lights, built to handle high-level combat. Weapon racks lined the walls, and a few holographic combat dummies stood silently in the corners. But none of that grabbed his attention.
It was the five people waiting inside.
Three lounged lazily on a long metal bench while the other two stood nearby, casual and relaxed. At first glance, they seemed at ease, but Andrew sensed it right away—something different. Their presence. Their aura. Even doing nothing, the pressure radiating from each of them was unmistakable.
Strong. Very strong. Far stronger than ordinary Bronze Rank Ultras.
Beside him, Principal Constant smiled. The man standing at the front of the group stepped forward immediately. The principal nodded. "You all came pretty quickly."
The man grinned. "We came the moment we got your message, sir."
Principal Constant turned to Andrew. "Good. Come. Let me introduce the person I told you about." All five turned their full attention toward Andrew. The principal placed a hand on his shoulder. "This is Andrew. The kid I mentioned." Then he gestured toward the group. "And Andrew, this is Devil Rage Team."
Andrew repeated the name silently. Devil Rage Team.
"Out of more than ten available field teams," the principal continued, "I personally selected these five. They’re one of the academy’s most experienced expedition teams." His expression grew serious. "They specialize in dimensional zone exploration, combat support, and emergency field operations."
Andrew listened quietly. The principal crossed his arms. "Four of the five members are Peak Bronze Rank Ultras, and the leader is at the Silver Rank."
Andrew’s eyes flickered. Peak Bronze and early Silver. That meant they were all above level 20, and the leader above level 30—the threshold to break into Silver. That explained the pressure.
Principal Constant pointed to the man in front. "And this is their leader, John." The muscular young man stepped forward. "John is the one at Silver Rank," the principal went on. "If he stays diligent, in a year or two he’ll be a Gold Ultra." He smiled. "With this team beside you, you won’t have to worry about entering the dimensional zone. They’ll protect you properly. However, you need to do your part and learn. If they report back anything negative, you’ll be demoted from Elite Class back to Fodder Class."
The moment he finished, John stepped forward with a smile and stretched out his hand. Andrew sized him up quickly. The man was enormous—nearly two meters tall, broad-shouldered, short black hair, muscles packed tight under his dark combat uniform.
The aura coming off him was intentionally heavy, like a wall pressing outward.
’Testing me.’
Andrew realized.
’Interesting.’
He smiled faintly and shook John’s hand. "Hello, my name is John," the big man said, grinning. "I’m acting leader of Devil Rage Team when we’re not on official missions."
"Andrew," he replied, a light smile on his face.
"I might not perform too well during the expedition, so please don’t be too disappointed in me."
The moment their hands locked, something shifted. Both their expressions flickered. Neither let go. An invisible pressure spread between them. John secretly started squeezing harder, ten percent, twenty, thirty.
His eyes narrowed. Andrew’s smile stayed perfectly still. Not only was he holding steady, he slowly began pressing back with equal force.
John’s internal reaction was immediate. Interesting. He upped the pressure again, but Andrew remained completely unaffected. Meanwhile, Andrew was just as surprised. So this is Silver Rank strength?
He’d always believed the gap between his Bronze Rank and a Silver Rank wouldn’t be that wide, but now he realized he’d underestimated things.
John was strong, far stronger than he’d first assumed. Seems I thought too highly of myself.
They stared at each other for several seconds.
Then John burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!" He released Andrew’s hand, his grin stretching wide. "As expected, the person Principal Constant assigned to us was never going to be ordinary."
He gave Andrew a light slap on the shoulder. "Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you properly."
Andrew nodded with a smile. "Thank you."