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"Could it have something to do with the 'Flame Bearer' superior who's about to join our starship fleet?"
Upon hearing this, a C-level 'Fate Propeller' pondered for a few seconds before replying, "It might be, it might not be..."
"Your answer is as good as saying nothing. You guys who draw power from the 'Book of Fate' really... love to speak in riddles and enjoy giving everyone a startle... It's no wonder you've been voted the number one group most people want to smack with a club each year."
"Don't sweat the details, it's all good." He waved his hand dismissively, revealing his teeth beneath his upper and lower lips, forming a smile that begged for a punch.
"Whatever..."
A high-ranking official, sitting mid-air, shook his head, then leaned back, stretching while speaking:
"After transferring so many 'World Code' personnel, I was hoping to get some rest after the mission, but now it seems that's not going to happen..."
"Indeed."
