His Survival, His Death....

(TL: This chapter is three and a half times the length of a normal chapter. As for the reason...you'll find out soon enough. Please don't read the comments before you read the chapter.)

At the same time, in New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport, a huge passenger plane whirred down the runway. Amid the stewardesses' gentle voice, a crowd of passengers poured out from the plane. Carlos, the ponytailed man who appeared in the Vatican previously, was lazily ambling down the stairs as he chewed on some gum.

A woman in a black priest's robe next to him suddenly raised her head and exclaimed in astonishment, "What a strong mental fluctuation! So strong it almost has physical form! This is already the level of the Rank 4 Temperer!"

(TL: Normal Contestant < Growth Hunter < Awakener < Temperer < Executor < Arbiter )

Carlos immediately frowned. "How's that possible? Do we need to ask the boss to come here to help? But he can't leave right now. Are you sure, Taji?"