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The flushed climber’s declaration surprised me, considering that four climbers ranked higher than him were standing right there.
He stepped forward, gripping his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The veins protruding along the back of his hand seemed to pulse from the intensity of his fury, starkly contrasting the rigid composure of his stance.
As we locked eyes, I noticed a dark-red hue at the corner of one of his eyes, likely from burst capillaries.
Losing one’s party is never easy.
That was the most probable reason.
For most warriors who had reached this floor, grief wouldn't manifest solely as sorrow. While there would be some mourning, the urge to fight, destroy, and tear something apart would be overwhelming.
It didn’t particularly matter to me how he chose to vent his emotions.
Thankfully, Hendrick took the time to filter out anyone with serious personality issues.
That simplified things.
I only had to evaluate their combat ability. Even if this guy couldn’t keep his emotions in check, all I needed to do was pick the strongest candidate. That was what Alexei wanted, after all. There was no need to concern myself with their level of patience or temperament.
Frankly, I had no interest in judging those aspects in the first place.
I understood him. If my party members died, I would probably look even worse than he did.
Okay, time to start the test.
“Alinder, right?”
“Yes, Alinder Petro. You remembered. It's an honor.”
“No need for...
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