Chapter 2: Blank, Meaning Nothing

The system, self-proclaimed as the Sequence Game, started overlaying a new pale blue interface after Alister touched the "Accept" option, and unknown data began to generate.

The pedestrians around seemed as if they couldn't see anything, holding umbrellas and scrolling through their phones, casually passing by Alister.

Alister also noticed this and relaxed his posture, calmly staring at the system interface, not letting any detail escape his attention.

To others, it appeared as if a handsome young boy was standing in the night rain, admiring the scenery.

"Your ability is—"

What could it be? Alister tightened his grip on the umbrella handle, suppressing his emotions.

In the next moment, the system's clear and ethereal voice sounded.

"?-level ability: Blank."

Blank.

Literally, it meant an empty space or an unfilled part.

Simply put...

It meant there was nothing.

Thank you, Sequence Game. I will sue you for ten million dollars in emotional damages.

Alister firmly decided in his mind.

But while he felt disappointed, Alister only let that emotion exist for an instant before returning to his usual state and touching the system interface again with his fingertips.

In his field of vision, the introduction screen about "Blank" began to appear.

"Within the limits allowed by the Origin Consciousness, an Ability Holder can accommodate an unlimited number, level, and type of abilities from other players."

"Current number of accommodated abilities: 0."

Alister remained silent, closed the introduction screen, then opened it again, quickly closed it, and repeated this process to confirm that he wasn't mistaken.

Realizing that it wasn't an illusion, he took a deep breath, digesting the information in his mind.

The ability to accommodate any other abilities...

Alister rested his chin on his hand, staring at the ability interface with a pensive look, then exhaled.

I'm sorry, Sequence Game. I take back my complaint against you.

This is clearly a top-tier setting that only exists for the protagonist...

If it's really as described in the text...

Alister recalled similar settings from various works, such as gluttony, infinity, and greed, and the memories were fresh in his mind.

There was no doubt that "Blank" had an unimaginably high upper limit for abilities, completely defying logic. It was simply extraordinary.

—The ability most likely to become god-like.

After a brief moment of joy, Alister adjusted his state once again, returning to his normal state, and noticed another important piece of information on the system interface.

"Player's current sequence: E-rank, 15,201,314th place."

If he guessed correctly, E-rank was his own power level range, and the numbers behind it were probably the specific rankings among players.

Considering that he had just become a player in this so-called Sequence Game, his strength would undoubtedly be at the bottom. Therefore, there were probably over 15 million E-rank players in this world.

On average, one player would be born for every thousand ordinary people.

But...

Was D-rank above E-rank? How many players were there in each rank, and would higher ranks completely overpower lower ranks?

Alister no longer had time to think about these questions.

Because—

Alister immediately touched the option to hide his sequence title, converged his gaze, and looked towards the distant commercial building where he had previously left.

"What an exciting night..."

—On the edge of his vision, multiple tiny figures engaged in a chase, with the aftermath of the battle shattering the glass of the buildings.

Taking out the phone from his pocket, wiping off the mist on the screen, Alister opened the push notification with "99+ messages."

"Latest report: Multiple suspected collapse accidents in the city, residents are advised to stay safe!"

As he scrolled down the screen, he could clearly see in the emergency news broadcast several figures chasing each other in the air above the buildings, with flashes of swords and occasional splatters of dark purple energy beams.

It was clearly a scene that only existed in fantasies, but the barrage of comments in the video ignored it and talked about the collapses.

"No way, I just came out of the commercial building..."

"I was sitting nearby having tea..."

"Is it shoddy construction?"

Alister remembered what the system had said earlier, "The visual blockade has been lifted, and you will see the real world."

"So, ordinary people can't see these things," he looked into the distance, "which means that we ordinary people have been living in a blocked-off world?"

If he extended his thoughts further, the major natural disasters that had occurred in the past might have been caused by those high-ranking players.

Sometimes, the truth of the world can be so boring...

Alister felt a second of regret for all the ignorant ordinary people, then took a step forward, entering the opening act of the Sequence Game after a long time.

He made a decision that went against common sense.

Now that he had a top-tier ability—

In the dim purple night, the battle scenes from high-ranking players of the Sequence Game broke through the rain curtain and reflected in Alister's deep black eyes.

—How could he not pursue a top-notch start?

With his hair swaying in the wind, a sharp gaze gleaming in his determined eyes, after a moment, a person walked alone, raising fine water splashes with each step.

Alister's figure disappeared into the crowd.

...

...

"Seventeenth Bureau, Ninth Team member has arrived at the designated location and is on standby."

"Constructing target trajectory model..."

"The target's ability is shadow manipulation; deploying light sources to block their escape route..."

"Why did they send me over to help catch them? Yumikou, can't you handle it?"

Leaping between buildings, the black-haired, red-eyed heiress of a conglomerate teased the cold girl beside her.

The latter had watery beautiful eyes, a well-proportioned figure, but she was doing her best to conceal her true identity.

Her shoulder-length white hair, tied with a light blue ribbon at the ends, swayed in the night sky like flowing clouds.

A white face mask covering her mouth, a neat white outfit representing her role as an executor, and black stockings enveloping her long legs...

A stunning girl.

"Don't meddle." Yumikou glanced coldly at her, then added, "My code name is 'Qingxian'."

Implicitly, it meant not to mention her name outside.

"I really don't understand you, always hiding and covering up. Are you worried about someone getting involved if your identity is exposed?"

"The target has appeared in Area 6."

Just then, a communication came from a colleague of the Ninth Team.

Ignoring the teasing questions of the red-eyed girl, Yumikou swung her long legs, accelerating her advance. Her slender fingers pressed the communication device:

"Understood, will arrive immediately."

In the midst of the bustling city, Yumikou's mind was filled with various thoughts, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowing, her gaze flickering.

She and the other A-rank agent from the Seventeenth Bureau were more than capable of capturing this foreign invader of A-rank.

It was just a matter of spending a little more time.

But...

As she strode across the buildings, surpassing a towering spire, the night wind howling around her, Yumikou's spacious white attire fluttered, her cold and competent figure gliding through the rain-filled night. She shifted her gaze elsewhere.

Behind the drizzling rain, that area was where the person she cared about lived.

"...If you dare to harm him, I'll tear you apart a thousand times."

Yumikou's tone was serious.