Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Almost the instant the old guild leader appeared, those who were still sober stood up, removed their hats, and bowed in the highest respect. A third-tier player was already top-notch in the entire City That Never Sleeps.

Jiang Chan and Fang Jin are the same; at the same time, they try to blend into the group to which their characters belong as smoothly as possible. The former is steady, while the latter stumbles, minimizing their presence.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." the old man began, simultaneously taking a deep breath that inhaled all the stench of alcohol filling the hall, waking up those who had passed out from drunkenness.

"Those who fell asleep, you're all eliminated."

His voice was mellow and casual, but his words were tinged with intense contempt and indifference. He glanced at the group of guys who hadn't even gotten up from the ground yet, and said with a cold snort:

"The announcement from the Shochu Club is to gather colleagues and capable allies to devour those fat, scavenging insects in the north, not to bring along a bunch of good-for-nothings who just want to coast along and grab a piece of the pie."

"You can't even withstand my alcohol fumes? Your mental and physical condition is ridiculously poor. If I were to use any special techniques, would I have to worry about you fainting? Are you kidding me?"

"Get lost, just consider it as my soup feeding a bunch of pigs and dogs."

Such sharp words stunned everyone present. Those who had been sentenced to death became even more agitated, their faces turning red, and some even wanted to fight back...

But then, they slowly lowered their clenched fists, silently bowed their heads, and left through the back door. This world is always ruled by strength, and this is especially true in the city that never sleeps, which amplifies the darkness and desires of humanity.

"rough……"

But there were always some people who were full of resentment, pretending to be still drunk and staggering as they bumped into those equally dazed half-wits, trying to embarrass or even eliminate them in this way.

Fang Jin was one of the chosen ones. His one-handed (fake) state made him a target for more people. There was even a man covered in iron nails who bent down and crashed into his injured right side!

"...What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Guo Shi immediately stepped in to help, and once she knew where she was, she was always able to do it very well. The nails on the sides of his nose were instantly marked by a spider web and manipulated to crash into his mouth and tongue!

The latter's face was torn apart, and the enormous force of the impact between his teeth and tongue filled his mouth with a metallic taste, making him dizzy! His entire body was pulled backward by his head and flew heavily into the white cloth table in front of him!

"Bang!"

The iron shield of the shochu club caught the man's body. He coldly watched the mangled flesh flying uncontrollably toward him, and with one hand raised without gap, the mechanical arm pierced directly through his heart.

Then, his knuckles split open, revealing a dense array of energy cannons, instantly burning the nail-wielding man's corpse through and through! He screamed and collapsed to his knees.

In the end, his body was completely carbonized, and under the influence of gravity, it broke off from the iron shield's palm, rolled to the ground, and became a charred, incomplete corpse.

"……waste."

The hall fell silent. Even Guo Shi didn't utter a single word. Although fear was inevitable, and despite the overwhelming murderous intent displayed by the iron shield, the atmosphere remained tense.

But murder in the City That Never Sleeps is a trivial matter, nothing out of the ordinary. Even if a high-ranking official from out of town dies here, a couple of official comments about his disappearance and that he deserved it are enough to shut everyone up.

Unlike the other two, Tie Zhao was a veteran of the liquor club. He was a ruthless talent brought out by Master Xu Hao from the liquor club. He had built a significant portion of the liquor club's foundation today with his own blood on his hands.

He was infamous for his ferocity, yet he had no taboos.

No one made any further moves; they simply lowered their heads and quickly left the hall, which reeked of burning. Thankfully, there were no further incidents, and everyone thought the elimination was over...

Iron Cover arrived in front of Fang Jin.

"And you, get out too."

The entire room fell silent, all eyes turning to the strange figure with an iron shield spitting steam, standing before the young man at the last table, his blood-dripping hand reaching for the latter's gray hair.

"Iron shield, that's one of my men."

Guo Shi's expression also turned cold. He kicked the table and chairs that the iron-covered man had sat on, shattering them to pieces. Countless splinters and fragments were manipulated out of thin air by unseen strands of thought, aimed at the madman whose murderous intent was rising.

Such a scene is astonishing. Such delicate and powerful manipulation—is this really just a second-tier Nen Master? Tech-based ability users have a relatively weak talent system in the early stages.

"Da Tie, since he is this Nian Master's friend and his physical condition has withstood my intoxication, there is no need to be too harsh on him. Having another good person can help more."

Xu Hao's eyes lit up at first, then he also spoke up to smooth things over, saying that a powerful player with unorthodox skills was undoubtedly his primary target for recruiting in this campaign.

After the operation, it's possible to either forge a friendship or join the soju club directly. Giving them face here is much better than turning against them.

"President...you should know the power of this eye of mine."

Iron Curtain spoke in a deep, muffled voice, his mechanical eye in his right eye socket rotating and contracting. The only modifications he received after clearing the first dungeon were to his hands; the eyeball equipment was a gift from a high-ranking member of the club.

[Equipment: The Explorer's Compound Eyes]

[Quality: Tier 3 Spirituality (Level 25)]

【Characteristic: "Close-up": Able to see through the level of others. The observed object cannot be more than 5 levels higher than one's own level, otherwise it will cause certain vision damage, or even permanent blindness.

"Distant Observation": This incurs the same cost: the player cannot directly observe those in higher positions and loses the ability to discern player ranks. However, it allows the player to see the number and distribution of players within a 100-meter radius.

[Equipment Requirements: Remove one of the wearer's eyes]

[Note: Originating from Twilight City, this is a relatively low-quality product in the Explorer series, but that doesn't prevent it from transforming into a high-energy piece of equipment from the technological side in another world.]

This is indeed a good piece of equipment, combining both reconnaissance and detection capabilities. The latter capability can play a strategic role in team battles, which is why Iron Shield was selected to participate in the campaign.

As for the previous close-up... that's why he questioned Fang Jin. When the iron shield inadvertently glanced at Fang Jin's level, the information revealed by his compound eyes made him frown deeply.

"This guy's player level is only... level 1." Iron Shield, with undisguised contempt, briefly explained the close-up characteristics to the crowd, then pointed at Fang Jin and said coldly.

"I don't know how you even got through the beginner dungeons. The experience points the system gave you couldn't even break through to 20? How much of a slacker and useless are you?"

"And a player's talent can only be drawn after reaching level 5, at which point their physical condition is basically capable of handling the talent infusion... You can't even do that?"

"Why shouldn't our soju club eliminate you?"