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**Chapter 1320: Definitely Officer-level Combat Power!**
This restaurant, located on the first floor, was thirty meters high and covered an area of forty thousand square meters.
This was equivalent to the combined area of six football fields.
To the contestants from various worlds, it seemed excessively large.
But this was mainly because the Army Headquarters had many warriors from the Giant Tribe.
Therefore, the internal space of any public facility had to be this high and this large.
As a result, although many contestants were in the same restaurant, they were very far apart and couldn't interact easily.
For example, Qin Su, Brimir, Dean Isaac, and others were on the west.
Meanwhile, Hank sat alone at a dining table on the east side.
He quietly ate the curry potato stewed beef and soft bread in front of him.
Although there were many kinds of delicious food provided here, he still chose the food he was accustomed to.
Back when they were in the Quasi-Divine Soldier Unit, they all ate curry potato stewed beef cooked in the same pot.
Even if they grew tired of eating it later, they could still swallow it while listening to the laughter and cheerful chatter.
Hank occasionally picked up the cup of clean water and took a sip.
He paid no attention to the liveliness of the other contestants around him.
Although he felt lonely, the thought of the resurrected Elaine filled his heart with happiness.
However, in his dreams, he always saw his partners questioning him.
Yes, if he hadn't been in a hurry to kill them, they should have been able to restore human form with the help of the World Government by now.
This filled Hank's heart with immense guilt and regret.
Perhaps he had truly made a mistake before...
Just as Hank finished the last bite of beef and drank the last bit of clean water from his cup, a man wearing a camouflage military uniform, a black beret, and a small mustache sat down opposite him.
"Hello, Hank Henriette from the Beast God World. May I get to know you?"
At the same time, nine other people surrounded him.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be scared pale by this scene.
However, Hank merely calmly put down his water cup and pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
After doing this, he answered the other party unhurriedly.
"State your identity and purpose."
"Heh heh, my name is Yimi, from the Demon Slayer World. I'd like to invite you to join our team."
Hank looked at the other party in surprise: "Isn't this a solo point match? Can we form a team?"
According to the competition system, they had to kill various monsters within Reincarnation Paradise to obtain corresponding points.
Forty-eight hours later, the top 100 contestants with the highest total points would enter the subsequent Top 100 Ranking Match.
The problem was that even if two or more people killed a monster together, the monster's points would only be awarded to one of them.
It was said that the Justice Detector they wore on their hands would be responsible for judging vital signs and recording scores.
So, in Hank's opinion, there was no need to form a team at all...
"You should have seen the Monster Guidebook provided by the Official. Although some monsters are solitary, the most numerous ones are the gregarious Kabaneri, Goblins, and the Fenrir wolf packs from the Zero Magic World."
Master Yimi patiently explained the reason to Hank.
Hank felt a bit strange when he heard the word 'Fenrir'.
Because his Pseudo-Divine Weapon Epithet was also 'Fenrir'.
"Although only one person can get the points, facing these numerous monsters, multi-person cooperation is the best choice. Moreover, the competition system doesn't prohibit us from forming a team."
"Indeed."
Hank was also a soldier by origin, so he could understand Yimi's meaning.
The army has always emphasized team collaboration.
Their Pseudo-Divine Weapons also had to cooperate with each other based on each person's ability during war.
"Sorry, I've decided to act alone. You should find someone else."
Hank thought for a moment, but ultimately shook his head and refused.
Team operation was indeed safer, but it also had disadvantages.
That was, the 'harvest' would be shared.
For example, if there were ten Kabaneri in front of him, he could handle them alone.
But if he acted with others, would he have to give some away?
He had to consider the human aspect.
Also, what if they couldn't hold them off even together?
If he were alone, he could just run away directly.
But if he was in a team, he would be conflicted about whether to save people, which could very likely harm himself.
So Hank felt it was better to act alone.
Of course, this was also related to his skill and courage, as he was the Strongest Pseudo-Divine Weapon after all.
"This..."
Master Yimi's expression was a bit unpleasant.
Anthony Biddle, Konstantin Nedolubov, Evan York, Henry Tandey, and other soldier kings from the Demon Slayer Countries who were surrounding them were also full of displeasure.
However, Masahiko Kimura, Jack Dempsey, Adisak, Kharatan, these martial artists, didn't care at all.
Because they actually wanted to act alone as well, but they knew deep down that with their own strength, it would be difficult to venture into Reincarnation Paradise alone.
Coupled with the concerns about various influences after 'returning to their nations', they could only follow the instructions of these 'former soldiers'.
Their target at the present was only one: to find every method possible to at least send one person into the Top 100 Ranking Match.
The worst result would be the hundredth place!
This was already an incredible result for the Demon Slayer World.
"Mr. Hank, would you like to consider it again?"
"How about this, if you are willing to form a team and help us send one person into the Top 100, I can persuade our world's League of Nations to provide a large amount of supplies to your Ancestral World. Isn't there a war sweeping across the entire world there? I think..."
Master Yimi suppressed his frustration and continued to try and win over Hank.
Because he understood very well that even though these people had received enhancement from Chairman Muzan Kibutsuji, their bodies had reached their limit.
Coupled with the blessings of Breathing Style and various martial arts, their strength far surpassed the former Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.
It was equivalent to the Hashira possessing the physique of a Demon, with the added blessing of Breathing Style on top of that.
Previously, they relied on Breathing Style to possess the physical ability to resist Demons, and then defeated them with Nichirin Blade and various forms of swordsmanship.
But after gaining understanding, this level, when placed in the World Government's current Military Headquarters, was only lieutenant-level combat power.
Even among the general group of contestants who were below general-level combat power, their strength was actually considered low-tier.
So Yimi planned to stick together for warmth and 'feed points' to one or two people with the strength of the team.
Of course, among these 'one or two people', he would definitely be one of them.
Who made his strength the strongest among these 'ten people'?
Yimi's idea was very good, and if there were no accidents, the possibility of successfully achieving his goal was not small.
However, Hank had already made his decision.
He said nothing more, picked up his meal tray, and pushed past Anthony Biddle and the others who were deliberately blocking his way, striding away.
"This guy has so much strength!"
Konstantin Nedolubov, who was from the Hairy Bear Nation and held the Epithet 'Hairy Bear Hero', rubbed his shoulder which was aching from the collision. Looking at Hank's back view, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Definitely officer-level combat power. What a pity."
Yimi helplessly shook his head, his face full of regret.
"Fortunately, the three from the Nuclear World have agreed. With the strength of us thirteen people, plus the firearms, there should be hope of pushing me up..."
(End of this chapter)
This restaurant, located on the first floor, was thirty meters high and covered an area of forty thousand square meters.
This was equivalent to the combined area of six football fields.
To the contestants from various worlds, it seemed excessively large.
But this was mainly because the Army Headquarters had many warriors from the Giant Tribe.
Therefore, the internal space of any public facility had to be this high and this large.
As a result, although many contestants were in the same restaurant, they were very far apart and couldn't interact easily.
For example, Qin Su, Brimir, Dean Isaac, and others were on the west.
Meanwhile, Hank sat alone at a dining table on the east side.
He quietly ate the curry potato stewed beef and soft bread in front of him.
Although there were many kinds of delicious food provided here, he still chose the food he was accustomed to.
Back when they were in the Quasi-Divine Soldier Unit, they all ate curry potato stewed beef cooked in the same pot.
Even if they grew tired of eating it later, they could still swallow it while listening to the laughter and cheerful chatter.
Hank occasionally picked up the cup of clean water and took a sip.
He paid no attention to the liveliness of the other contestants around him.
Although he felt lonely, the thought of the resurrected Elaine filled his heart with happiness.
However, in his dreams, he always saw his partners questioning him.
Yes, if he hadn't been in a hurry to kill them, they should have been able to restore human form with the help of the World Government by now.
This filled Hank's heart with immense guilt and regret.
Perhaps he had truly made a mistake before...
Just as Hank finished the last bite of beef and drank the last bit of clean water from his cup, a man wearing a camouflage military uniform, a black beret, and a small mustache sat down opposite him.
"Hello, Hank Henriette from the Beast God World. May I get to know you?"
At the same time, nine other people surrounded him.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be scared pale by this scene.
However, Hank merely calmly put down his water cup and pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
After doing this, he answered the other party unhurriedly.
"State your identity and purpose."
"Heh heh, my name is Yimi, from the Demon Slayer World. I'd like to invite you to join our team."
Hank looked at the other party in surprise: "Isn't this a solo point match? Can we form a team?"
According to the competition system, they had to kill various monsters within Reincarnation Paradise to obtain corresponding points.
Forty-eight hours later, the top 100 contestants with the highest total points would enter the subsequent Top 100 Ranking Match.
The problem was that even if two or more people killed a monster together, the monster's points would only be awarded to one of them.
It was said that the Justice Detector they wore on their hands would be responsible for judging vital signs and recording scores.
So, in Hank's opinion, there was no need to form a team at all...
"You should have seen the Monster Guidebook provided by the Official. Although some monsters are solitary, the most numerous ones are the gregarious Kabaneri, Goblins, and the Fenrir wolf packs from the Zero Magic World."
Master Yimi patiently explained the reason to Hank.
Hank felt a bit strange when he heard the word 'Fenrir'.
Because his Pseudo-Divine Weapon Epithet was also 'Fenrir'.
"Although only one person can get the points, facing these numerous monsters, multi-person cooperation is the best choice. Moreover, the competition system doesn't prohibit us from forming a team."
"Indeed."
Hank was also a soldier by origin, so he could understand Yimi's meaning.
The army has always emphasized team collaboration.
Their Pseudo-Divine Weapons also had to cooperate with each other based on each person's ability during war.
"Sorry, I've decided to act alone. You should find someone else."
Hank thought for a moment, but ultimately shook his head and refused.
Team operation was indeed safer, but it also had disadvantages.
That was, the 'harvest' would be shared.
For example, if there were ten Kabaneri in front of him, he could handle them alone.
But if he acted with others, would he have to give some away?
He had to consider the human aspect.
Also, what if they couldn't hold them off even together?
If he were alone, he could just run away directly.
But if he was in a team, he would be conflicted about whether to save people, which could very likely harm himself.
So Hank felt it was better to act alone.
Of course, this was also related to his skill and courage, as he was the Strongest Pseudo-Divine Weapon after all.
"This..."
Master Yimi's expression was a bit unpleasant.
Anthony Biddle, Konstantin Nedolubov, Evan York, Henry Tandey, and other soldier kings from the Demon Slayer Countries who were surrounding them were also full of displeasure.
However, Masahiko Kimura, Jack Dempsey, Adisak, Kharatan, these martial artists, didn't care at all.
Because they actually wanted to act alone as well, but they knew deep down that with their own strength, it would be difficult to venture into Reincarnation Paradise alone.
Coupled with the concerns about various influences after 'returning to their nations', they could only follow the instructions of these 'former soldiers'.
Their target at the present was only one: to find every method possible to at least send one person into the Top 100 Ranking Match.
The worst result would be the hundredth place!
This was already an incredible result for the Demon Slayer World.
"Mr. Hank, would you like to consider it again?"
"How about this, if you are willing to form a team and help us send one person into the Top 100, I can persuade our world's League of Nations to provide a large amount of supplies to your Ancestral World. Isn't there a war sweeping across the entire world there? I think..."
Master Yimi suppressed his frustration and continued to try and win over Hank.
Because he understood very well that even though these people had received enhancement from Chairman Muzan Kibutsuji, their bodies had reached their limit.
Coupled with the blessings of Breathing Style and various martial arts, their strength far surpassed the former Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.
It was equivalent to the Hashira possessing the physique of a Demon, with the added blessing of Breathing Style on top of that.
Previously, they relied on Breathing Style to possess the physical ability to resist Demons, and then defeated them with Nichirin Blade and various forms of swordsmanship.
But after gaining understanding, this level, when placed in the World Government's current Military Headquarters, was only lieutenant-level combat power.
Even among the general group of contestants who were below general-level combat power, their strength was actually considered low-tier.
So Yimi planned to stick together for warmth and 'feed points' to one or two people with the strength of the team.
Of course, among these 'one or two people', he would definitely be one of them.
Who made his strength the strongest among these 'ten people'?
Yimi's idea was very good, and if there were no accidents, the possibility of successfully achieving his goal was not small.
However, Hank had already made his decision.
He said nothing more, picked up his meal tray, and pushed past Anthony Biddle and the others who were deliberately blocking his way, striding away.
"This guy has so much strength!"
Konstantin Nedolubov, who was from the Hairy Bear Nation and held the Epithet 'Hairy Bear Hero', rubbed his shoulder which was aching from the collision. Looking at Hank's back view, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Definitely officer-level combat power. What a pity."
Yimi helplessly shook his head, his face full of regret.
"Fortunately, the three from the Nuclear World have agreed. With the strength of us thirteen people, plus the firearms, there should be hope of pushing me up..."
(End of this chapter)
