Excuse Me?

Various awakened rushed toward the two Necromancers, offering bribes, promising alliances, and even straight-up begging.

"No! Come with me! I have better connections!"

"My dad's a high-ranking officer! I can get you sponsorships!"

One of the Necromancers—the same mysterious youth who had lounged on his undead throne during the speed test—stood at the center of attention, completely unbothered by the madness unfolding around him.

He tossed a chip into his mouth, ignoring the frantic warriors and mages trying to get his attention.

Meanwhile, the second Necromancer, a short girl with a gothic-style outfit and pale silver hair, was casually flexing her skeletal fingers, as if already bored of the situation.

"Hm. Maybe I should just pick a team at random?" she mused while watching the desperate crowds around her with amusement.