A vein bulged on Alex’s forehead as he heard the pink girl’s sharp reply.
He turned his gaze toward her properly this time.
She had short brown hair that barely reached her shoulders, slightly messy from battle. Strands clung to her cheeks from sweat. Her features were soft but defined, and despite the bruises on her face, she was undeniably quite good-looking. Her eyes were sharp and stubborn, filled with both anger and humiliation.
Before Alex could fire back—
The one who had worn the red suit raised his voice.
"Guys, stop it for a moment."
His tone was firm.
"Lower your weapons."
The yellow-suited one hesitated.
Pink frowned.
Red stepped forward slightly and looked directly at Alex, who still wore the skeleton mask.
"He doesn’t look like an enemy."
Pink snapped back immediately. "Why are you saying that? Did you not see that he let one of them get away?"
Red’s voice rose. "Did you forget he was also the one who just saved your life? You were going to die just now."
Pink gritted her teeth, crossed her arms, and let out a small huff. "Hmph."
She looked away.
Alex tilted his head slightly and looked at the one in red.
The red-suited man deactivated the device on his wrist.
Light flickered across his body.
The red armor dissolved into particles—
Revealing a tall, handsome man in his mid-twenties.
Sharp jawline.
Calm eyes.
Short dark hair, neatly styled despite the chaos.
He had the aura of someone used to leading.
Alex let out a whistle. "Would you look at that. You really do deserve to wear the red suit. You’re intelligent and more humble than the rest of them."
Red smiled politely. "Thank you for the praise. And I’m grateful for your help in saving us."
Alex waved his hand. "Don’t worry about it. You can repay me by giving me as much information about this place as possible. I’m a bit new here."
Red blinked. "Oh?"
A faint look of realization crossed his face. "Looks like you’re also a challenger from the Tower of Ascension, then?"
Alex’s interest immediately spiked. "Did you just say... Tower of Ascension?"
Red looked confused. "Are you not?"
Alex shook his head slightly. "No, I’m also a challenger. Just tell me what you mean."
Red nodded. "I will. Don’t worry. But first, let me introduce myself."
He extended his hand slightly.
"My name is James Wilson."
He gestured toward the pink girl. "This is Clara."
Clara gave Alex a suspicious look but said nothing.
James then pointed toward the yellow-suited fighter.
The man deactivated his device. His armor dissolved, revealing another man in his twenties. He looked plain and sturdy, with short blond hair and a tired but steady gaze.
"This is Elias."
James’ expression darkened as he pointed toward the fallen body of the blue-suited fighter.
"And the one who just died... his name was Solen."
Silence fell over the group.
Clara lowered her gaze.
Elias clenched his fists.
James’ jaw tightened.
"I wish he could’ve been saved as well. But time was not on his side. If only he had held out a little longer until you arrived."
Alex’s voice came out slightly awkward. "Of course... it’s not like I would’ve just let you guys die. If I had arrived a little earlier..."
He paused briefly.
"It was just his bad luck. But he died as a hero. So I pray that his soul finally finds true peace. Let’s pray for him for a moment."

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