"My brother, he's a Level 6 New Human, and holds a position at headquarters that would be unreachably high for someone like you. He sent me these messages, but even he can't stop me from being forcibly recruited into the Cold Army."
"Level 6, huh…"
The young man's words startled Ghost Head. For someone like him, New Humans above Level 6 were as rare as wealthy tycoons before the Apocalypse—hardly seen and difficult to imagine. It wasn't like the internet fables where everyone was Level 7 or Level 8.
In Dangerous Sanctuary City, Ghost Head had glimpsed a Level 6 New Human once from afar, in the commercial district. Figures like that were indeed untouchable in his eyes.
"You mentioned cooperation earlier... How are we supposed to cooperate?"
