"Because of the radiation, most lands became uninhabitable for ordinary people. As a result, billions perished—as if swept away by a plague.

Even then, their armies couldn't be completely destroyed. Their resilience and defenses couldn't be taken down by mere nukes or missiles.

We needed something stronger—someone who could become a hero and save us.

But unfortunately, this wasn't a fairy tale where a lone hero could defeat everything.

At the brink of our race's extinction, emerged the 'Supremes'—individuals who had reached the pinnacle of power, wielding unmatched mastery over their specific Elements, far beyond the confines of traditional Classes.

One by one, nine Supreme awakened and stood tall against the threat that sought to wipe us out.

They annihilated. They killed.

And they forced the enemy to retreat.

That is how the first Nine Great Supremes became legemdary heroes worth remembering to this day. Their strength and courage will forever be remembered as the 'Supremes of the Beginning.'"

He paused momentarily, scanning everyone's reaction.

Some were attentive. Others looked indifferent, as if he were simply wasting their time.

Then his gaze fell on Raizel, who seemed genuinely interested.

Satisfied, he continued,

"You might be thinking this should all be over by now—and wondering why we're still living like this?"

"Yes," Raizel, Nina, and a few others nodded, clearly eager to hear more.

"Well... it's because they never stopped invading," Captain Joshua said gravely. "They conspired with other worlds and sent out our coordinates to take revenge on us."

The rookies looked stunned by the sudden revelation.

"Other worlds?" Raizel asked. "What do you mean by that, Captain?"

Captain Joshua smirked slightly.

"Yes, other worlds. You may think the Supreme Game is just one enormous world. But that's far from the truth. Each race has its own world within a vast intergalactic civilization. And there are countless worlds—interconnected, magically advanced, and thriving with power."

"Unlike us," he added, "who still rely heavily on science."

"But we're learning. We're adapting to magic little by little, even in this very world. For example, this towering megacity you're in right now. Without magical reinforcement, such a structure could never exist."

He paused to let the weight of his words sink in.

"As for you rookies…"

He looked around the room, his voice calm but firm.

"You are currently in what we call the Beginner Zone. But here, 'Beginner Zone' doesn't refer to a single place or city. It refers to an entire world. A beginner world where magical civilization is just starting to take root."

"The world you're in is called Raya; a backward world by the standards of the magical civilization."

"Raya?" Raizel murmured, stunned. His mind raced as he absorbed the deep knowledge now unfolding before him.

He had never imagined such hidden truths existed. These truths far beyond what ordinary people on Earth could even begin to comprehend.

And now, he realized… he had been one of those ignorant people just a short time ago.

"That's why we always warn everyone to never reveal your Earth identity to others. If they find out who you really are, you'll be in serious trouble."

Captain Joshua's tone turned grim as he shifted the topic.

"Now, back to your Guild duties and missions. As players, our main job is to stop these invasions by putting our lives on the line. That's why we're highly paid by the Federation."

He gave the group a brief reassuring look.

"Don't worry. As rookies, you won't be thrown into life-threatening missions just yet. You still have a lot to learn."

He paused and then added,

"You ten rookies from Branch 17 will form one unified team. You'll complete missions together whenever assigned. For transportation, you'll be using that aircraft."

He pointed toward a sleek, silver-colored aircraft stationed at a 30° angle on the platform. It gleamed under the overhead lights, its design both elegant and powerful.

Everyone turned to look, and their eyes lit up with excitement.

"Amazing! I finally get to ride one of these beasts," the black-haired young man with red talent muttered in admiration.

"Hey, it's not just yours! It belongs to all of us!" a girl immediately protested.

"Go away. You're just a snotty little girl," another young man snorted with a grin.

"Bastard! Who are you calling little? I'm older than you!" she snapped back, her face red with anger.

"Oh? Then you're a nanny? We don't need nannies here!" someone else chimed in, laughing.

Captain Joshua's eyes narrowed, a sharp edge entering his gaze.

"Enough!"

His voice thundered through the room like a whip crack; firm and commanding.

Instantly, silence returned, the rookies stiffening under the invisible pressure of his aura.

"Remember, you can't always behave like this during missions. Even a single misstep from one of you could cause the entire team to collapse. So it's better if you learn to be understanding and cooperative as soon as possible. Eventually, every player matures… but those who don't, often meet a miserable end."

His voice was grave—each word carrying the weight of a man who had lived through epic battles and losses.

"Anyway, before going on any missions, make sure to assign a pilot from the Guild and choose a team leader among yourselves. I won't be accompanying you after the trial mission. Understood?"

"Yes, Captain!" they responded in unison, their expressions now serious and focused.

"Very well. That's all for today. Your first mission will commence tomorrow at 10 AM sharp. Be on time."

He turned to leave, but a voice called out behind him.

"Captain, Wait…"

Captain Joshua paused mid-step and looked back at Raizel, who had stepped forward.

"Yes, Raizel. What do you want to know?" he asked calmly, not the least bit annoyed by the interruption.

"Umm… I wanted to ask—how do we manage our schedules between the Supreme Game and the real world? What if an emergency mission comes up while we're logged in? Is ther anyway get informed at that time?" Raizel asked, his tone genuinely curious.

Several rookies nodded subtly in approval. It was a question they'd been meaning to ask but had forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Joshua scratched his chin thoughtfully before replying.

"Oh, that. Good question."

He glanced around at the group and answered,

"Most missions take place during the day. That's when you're expected to be active here in the real world.

As for the Supreme Game, most of us veterans rarely log in anymore because it's too risky nowadays. There's always a chance of getting caught there.

Besides, for us, killing invaders out here gives enough experience to level up. We don't really need the Game anymore."

"But," he added with a slight smirk, "some still take the risk—those hungry for power, eager to grow stronger faster."

He met Raizel's gaze directly.

"And what about you? That's something you have to decide for yourself."

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