Name: ???

Race: Celestial Fox Star Domain - Thorne Fox Clan

Gender: Female

Personality: Calm

Traits: Patient, Determined, Intelligent

Talents: Mathematical Genius, Gourmet, Crafty

Trust Level: Neutral

Current Physical Condition: Weak, Injured

Current Mood: Helpless, Afraid, Angry, Desperate

Scanning her profile, Thomas was impressed. In this apocalyptic world, finding trustworthy and capable employees was crucial. The fox's personality and traits seemed promising.

But it was her talents that truly caught his eye. Two glowed with a blue light—Gourmet and Crafty—while Mathematical Genius pulsed with a deep blue, hints of violet shimmering within. It was clearly a superior talent. Thomas stared, surprised and delighted.

He was about to delve deeper into her information when a sudden event on the virtual map made him frown.

Inside the Trading Center, a four-armed troll sneered at the white fox he'd just backhanded to the floor. "You clumsy oaf! Be more careful! You're hurting me!"

Another refugee chuckled. "Ha! Tessia, you're too rough. We need you in fighting shape. If you can't even handle simple first aid… Maybe reconsider my offer?"

The other refugees laughed knowingly. The white fox wiped the blood from her lip, struggled to her feet, grabbed her dropped supplies, and shoved past them, fleeing outside.

The refugees seemed inclined to pursue her, but a glance at the human refugees nearby made them hesitate. They let her go.

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"Boss," one whispered, "If you really want her, I can just grab her later. Out in the open…"

"Shut up!" the leader hissed, glancing nervously at the humans. "We're lucky to be alive. If those refugees hadn't caught us last time, we'd be dead. We had to buy our lives with everything we had."

"We're refugees now, but at least we're alive. Don't provoke those humans. Mad Dog doesn't tolerate trouble. Understand?"

The underling nodded quickly. The human refugees, meanwhile, had observed everything with detached amusement, cigarettes dangling from their lips.

"Thought those aliens were gonna start something," one said. "Bunch of cowards."

"They wouldn't be here if they weren't cowards. Sold themselves into servitude. What's the point of keeping them around?"

"Mad Dog's orders. Anyone who offers valuables gets spared, joins the crew. Probably uses them to scavenge."

"Ha! They're good at finding stuff, I'll give them that…"

Unaware of this exchange, Thomas understood why the white fox's status and mood were so negative. But his eyes gleamed. He was even more interested in her now. Not just for her talents, but for her resilience. Even after such treatment, she maintained a neutral stance towards strangers.

"This kind of attitude won't last long in this world," he thought. "But she's worth approaching. Hopefully, she's not naive. That would be a waste."

He made a mental note about the white fox before switching to the final virtual map: the Ram subway station. A pale green figure immediately caught his attention.

"What the…?"

This was only the second time Thomas had seen a being radiating a green aura. The first was Ben Walker, glowing emerald green.

Zooming in on the figure, he realized it was… a rabbit?

Inside a small, well-equipped hideout, the humanoid rabbit clutched an assault rifle, trembling with fear as he stared at the entrance.

Thomas activated his Employee Appraisal ability.

Name: ???

Race: Bloomhaven Star Domain - Lop Rabbit Clan

Gender: Male

Personality: Timid, Cautious, Kind / ???

Traits: Dual Personality

Talents: Lucky, Empathy, Management Expert / ???

Trust Level: Friendly / ???

Current Physical Condition: Exhausted

Current Mood: Afraid, Helpless, Panicked

Outside the hideout, a squad of rat-like creatures examined a section of the station wall. Their leader, a scarred veteran with a cybernetic left arm, a thick black tail, and half an ear missing, exuded a menacing aura.

One of the squad members held a laptop-sized device against the wall, moving it back and forth. Suddenly, an orange-red humanoid figure, holding what appeared to be an assault rifle, materialized on the device's screen. He immediately alerted his leader.

"Captain! Wall scanner picked up a survivor!"

The one-eared rat approached the screen. A cruel smile spread across his face.