The Divine Gifted were buzzing with excitement: "Which high school is that Level 19 Divine Gifted from? Could we possibly befriend a badass like that?"
"Yeah! Does anyone know who that anonymous Divine Gifted is? Can someone introduce us?"
Everyone was speculating about the identity of the mysterious Divine Gifted.
Mustel?
A Level 7... no, Level 6 loser! The gap compared to Level 19 was just too vast!
Someone chimed in with keen interest: "I heard Sacred Capital Middle School had a prodigy girl, right? She got invited to the National Think Tank at a young age. Her intellect, physical prowess – top-tier. Those races that summoned us said people who showed exceptional talent in their previous lives had a better chance of awakening a powerful class. Could that Level 19 Divine Gifted be her?"
Instantly, the Divine Gifted from Sacred Capital Middle School lit up: "You mean Vignette?"
"Yes, yes! That's the name!"
"It really could be her! She wasn't teleported with us. A lot of us from Sacred Capital Middle School wanted to latch onto her, but she's been MIA. Doesn't that fit the profile of the anonymous Divine Gifted?"
The gathered Divine Gifted felt they might have "figured it out."
Sacred Capital Middle School's Vignette was absolutely a celebrity. Compared to the utterly unknown Mustel from their previous lives, she had given speeches on TV.
Her pure and adorable looks had even caused a stir on social media back then, with many hailing her as the "embodiment of beauty and intellect."
If it was her...
Her being the anonymous Level 19 Divine Gifted suddenly seemed very possible!
The more enthusiastically the crowd chatted, the darker Mustel's expression became.
Worse than everyone looking down on him was the burning fury caused by being completely ignored, with all attention focused solely on the mysterious powerhouse!
Even the group of followers around Mustel were whispering amongst themselves, saying things like "We'd love a chance to meet that mysterious powerhouse if we get the opportunity."
"If that powerhouse forms a guild, we have to join."
This was betrayal right to his face!
Mustel nearly blacked out from rage.
Fortunately, he noticed one person who wasn't doing this. Instead, she walked over to him: Morrian.
A flicker of gratitude appeared in Mustel's eyes: "You usually brush me off, but at least in this critical moment, you're standing by my side!"
The very next instant, as Morrian spoke, Mustel's expression froze solid again.
"Mustel, I don't have time to waste with you in the Divine Gift Space any longer. I plan to head out and grind some more levels. You promised me you'd get the Celestial Seraphim Divine Gifted to help search for Munir's whereabouts. Did you arrange it?"
Mustel's face stiffened: "Munir? Dammit, the mysterious powerhouse bullies me, and now this Munir bullies me too?!"
Normally, Mustel could stay calmer, but right now, he was seething. Discovering that Morrian, the very object of his desire, was asking about Munir – her very close friend from school – made his expression twist violently.
He spat with venom: "Ask around? I'll help you ask around my ass!"
Before his words fully faded, voices from his own followers beside him chimed in: "Miss Morrian, we did ask, but we genuinely haven't found this person."
"Like you said, Munir usually keeps a low profile. Maybe he's one of those anonymous Divine Gifted. We just can't locate him."
"Since we promised, we'll keep helping you look later. You're strong yourself; maybe your friend is a powerhouse too!"
"Don't worry, we'll do our best."
Mustel had overlooked one crucial thing: his followers had only defaulted to following him in the day or two since their transmigration, drawn by his perceived strength and potential. There was no genuine loyalty.
To them, Morrian, a support-type Legendary Rank class holder, was absolutely someone to curry favor with.
Mustel says not to help? Screw that!
Who the hell do you think you are?!
Mustel realized he wasn't just being ignored; even his own followers were actively turning their attention to Morrian.
His expression soured to the absolute extreme.
Now, not only did he hate the mysterious powerhouse, but he hated Munir too!
Hearing their responses, Morrian had no mind left for the mysterious powerhouse or Mustel's shifting expressions.
She acknowledged the Level 19 individual was incredibly strong and knew that in this other world, power was everything.
Morrian knew those things mattered, but her mind was solely fixed on her friend: "What happened to Munir?"
She couldn't help but wonder: "Maybe Munir is doing really well? Maybe he's already a powerhouse on the leaderboard, just sticking to his habit of anonymity."
Yet worry crept in: "What if he awakened a bad class? What if his stubborn temper got him into trouble?"
Morrian's face was troubled, her brow furrowed. This worried expression only enhanced her beauty.
So absorbed was she in her thoughts that she didn't notice a white-haired youth among the Celestial Seraphim tremble slightly upon hearing the name 'Munir.'
The white-haired youth felt he had encountered Munir.
Based on the personality Morrian described – that solitary pride and decisive way of acting – it sounded exactly like the mysterious figure wielding violet-gold flames he'd met earlier!
The one who could pierce through the Divine Gift Space's protection and made him lose a level!
The white-haired boy shuddered violently. He did not reveal Munir's existence.
He'd already offended Munir. If he told Morrian, wouldn't he just offend another person with a Legendary support class?
The white-haired boy didn't have the guts for that!
...
Unaware that his automatic login and logout during sleep had caused a massive uproar in the Divine Gift Space, Munir slept peacefully.
Blessed by his Fine-Grade Jungle Skirmish Technique, the hiding spot he'd found was perfect. Even as multiple elite Elven Guard warriors passed right by his tree, they completely failed to notice Munir concealed within its hollow.
Meanwhile.
Deep within the forest, in a clearing stretching as far as the eye could see, stood the opulent and extravagant capital city of the Elven Race.
High in a colossal ancient tree at the city's southwest corner, thousands of Divine Gifted bound by Slave Contracts sighed in despair.
High in the ancient tree, within an intricately patterned council chamber.
A group of Elven Guard warriors radiating powerful auras were engaged in a heated debate.
Before them stood terrified Elves.
An elderly Elven Guard, clad in elaborate robes of emerald green and pale gold, spoke with visible fury: "In just one day yesterday, we lost countless guards' lives! Each one was a noble and loyal warrior of our people! They fulfilled their duty guarding the contracted Slaves, deserving of reward, only to be slaughtered by that Divine Gifted!"
"We must report this upwards and request a Pursuer from our race to apprehend him! We cannot afford more sacrifices!"
Hatred filled the elder's eyes.
Pursuers were a unique Hidden Class within the Elven Guard, specializing in handling the race's... covert operations. Each was a master of interrogation and pursuit techniques, their power starting at Level 60!
Their strength was utterly incomparable to that of ordinary Elf warriors!
A single Pursuer would be enough to capture the Divine Gifted Munir who had wantonly slaughtered their guards.
However, the elite Elven Guard warriors on the other side clearly did not share the elder's approach.
Clad in fine leather armor studded with gemstones, their young leader spoke vehemently: "Impossible! Notifying the Pursuers would be an admission of failure by our Emerald Fang tribe, responsible for expanding the Elven Race's power!"
"Even if a Pursuer catches the Divine Gifted, we gain no credit!"
"After sacrificing so many, without credit, our tribe will face punishment!"
"If we successfully subdue and brainwash Munir, he becomes Emerald Fang's asset in the future. We earn commendation from the clan and gain a powerful enforcer."
"Baros, you might want to give up this chance, but I refuse!" The Elven Guard leader's tone was impassioned.
The elderly Elven Guard, Baros, looked at the young warrior leader with a complex expression: "Myer, since you recognize that Divine Gifted's immense potential, the prudent course is to hand him over to the Pursuers for secure capture by our race."
"It's not that I distrust you. Your anger clouds your judgment."
"I know you seek to prove yourself superior to the Divine Gifted."
"But I've told you before, the potential of Divine Gifted is incomparable to us native races."
"You are among the finest of our Elven Guard's younger generation. Your potential needs no such proof."