A Year Later

" I think I can be the president of our temporary organization. I came from the Development Management Association and have experience."

" Experience my ass. Who here doesn't have experience?"

"In my opinion, let's compete in strength. Whoever is stronger will be the winner!"

"All you know is fight. Are you a barbarian?"

It was a 100-meter-long, seemingly ordinary boat. This was the temporary gathering place of the combined forces led by the three major associations of Wasteland Realm.

At the top of the cabin, they were arguing over who should be the leader of this group.

"Not good, the 10,000-meter-long orc ship is moving!"

"It moved? What are you panicking about? It's not like they're coming for us!"

"No, this ship is heading towards us!"

"Hmm? Maybe it's a coincidence."

Rumble!

The noise of the 10,000-meter-long ship travelling spread into the combined forces.