"What did you say? That you didn't want me to waste your precious time? Take this and eat shit. You lose!" Axel said with a smug smile as he stood up from the table.

"You just had luck. Next time I will beat your ass, you will see." Axel's opponent tried to justify his defeat.

"Some call it luck. I call it the skills of a master strategist."

"How can you be a strategist if you have done nothing? You simply choose who you would send."

"Yeah, and that gave me the victory. I chose someone that countered your vampire's regeneration powers. That's why I won."

"But you didn't know what I was going to use. It was all a matter of luck." the man said, as he became more and more upset until he stood up from the table." You know what? Fuck it. You won. I don't want to see you ever again."

With those words, the man rushed out of the store before Axel could say anything else.

"What the hell? I don't think there is any need to be so extreme." Axel said while laughing, even if he was surprised.

"Don't take him too seriously." Said a man from another table." He is always like that. Since the appearance of worldbuilding, he has been doing his best to make his world stronger, but sadly, he has no talent. Even after these months, he hadn't managed to reach rank two. Because of this, each time he loses a battle, he loses his temper easily, but tomorrow he will be here again as if nothing happened."

After hearing that, Axel thanked the man and went toward his friends to see how their battles were doing. But when he was about to arrive at his table, he felt something grab him from his shirt, and when he turned around, he realized it was Emma.

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"Daddy told me I had to tell you that he wanted to talk with you," she said.

"Ok, I will go in a moment. Thank you for letting me know." Axel thanked the little girl with a smile.

"It is nothing," she said with a broad smile before running toward the front of the store.

After that, Axel began to walk toward his friends' tables again, before realizing that maybe Mark wanted to talk with him about rifts or something that could benefit his world, so he decided to leave his friends and go talk with him.

As soon as he arrived at the counter, he realized something wasn't right, as Mark had a stiff smile and was rubbing his hands.

"You said you wanted to participate in a rift soon, right?" Mark asked as his smile broadened.

"Yes? I think so." Axel replied, confused by the situation.

"Great. I have a rift for you."

"What? Really?" Axel said, his eyes wide open.

"Yes, this midnight on the outskirts of the city."

"What? Why would anyone go somewhere like that at a time like that?" Axel asked.

"That's the problem. Nobody wants to go. Let me explain the situation." Mark exclaimed, laughing." You know that three groups control most of the city's territory, right?"

"Yes, I know. "The Weapons of the Gods", "The Salary Fighters", and "The Black Demons of the Dark Seventh Hell, right?"

"Yes, those are the ones. Every few days, there is a meeting between the top members of each group to decide who will clear each rift, so there isn't any war for the territory's control. The problem is that sometimes there are rifts that no one wants. It can be because of its opening hour, its location, or both." Mark explained.

"I don't know how those things work, but for me, that is the opposite of a problem," Axel said while laughing.

"Well, it is. If we don't clear those rifts, someone else will. If we let too many of those rifts go unattended, it could help nurture a new faction with enough power to rival us, and then we would have to give up on a percentage of our territory's share. And there is where your work starts."

"So you want me to go and clear a rift that nobody wants? Just by myself?" Axel asked, astonished.

"No, not by yourself. Each group will send a person, so you will have two other partners. That way, you shouldn't have any problem clearing it." Mark explained.

"Well, I guess I could go." Axel accepted.

"That's my boy," Mark exclaimed, laughing. "I will send you the details in a few minutes on your phone. Don't be late. We don't want you to create a bad image for our group."