Despite being an F-ranker and unable to armor up, Yang Qingbai still dreamed of fighting his way out beyond the zenith. He wanted to risk his life alongside everyone and then hopefully survive to tell the tale.

In the eyes of others, Wen Jifei mysteriously couldn’t armor up either. Still, he had become more diligent in his marksmanship training after getting his hands on the maneuvering device that Zhang Dao’an had left behind. With his right hand fractured, he had been training with his left one these past few days, practicing his grip and sometimes just aiming without firing, focused for hours at a stretch.

Little Qing and Mira’s teamwork at District 1123 had shown Plague Chicken a path to being useful on the battlefield. Like Mira, he had started to pin his hopes on a breakthrough in Coalition’s research, hoping for a gun that could fire dead iron bullets propelled by source energy. Mira had warned, though, that this line of research had most likely been shelved due to various...