A few hours earlier, Shibazorak had arrived at the battlefield.
And within minutes, he realized he'd been completely scammed.
This was a fraud.
A complete and utter fraud.
He had come here expecting a bloody battle.
He had been looking forward to it for days.
Instead, what greeted him were ordinary people in suits carrying anti-superhuman equipment.
Unawakened humans.
Weaklings.
Boring weaklings.
"This is a breach of contract!"
Shibazorak pointed angrily at the man standing in front of him.
"Fine, I'll let it slide that you're not fighting at the front lines! But why the hell did you attack our allies?!"
The man looked like he was about to cry.
"Y-You're the one who attacked first!"
"Huh?"
Shibazorak tilted his head.
"Are you telling me I should've just stood there and let them provoke me?"
"Ugh..."
The man's expression twisted.
Because, unfortunately for him, Shibazorak had a point.
The moment he'd arrived, he'd already clashed with several external recruits.
