"Ohh there's rewards pending, how nice!"

The constant influx of points did not stop coming from Vantak's hold in Lindburg city. Though recent messages from Vantak has given him the reason why the merit points have been low the past few days. Despite all of this though, Travis remained positive. He was finally rank 4,789, Travis was now part of the top 5,000. The rewards for this particular stage are items that he was waiting for.

[The following items will be rewarded to the user upon pressing this notification: Territory Claim Ticket 5x, Internal Energy Pill 25x, Portal Scroll (Temporary) 10x]

"There it is, just the reward I was looking for!" The drought of Internal energy pills had him stuck at the Elite Bronze-grade for a while. With this many pills he could surely reach Silver-grade and have a few left to spare to share with his mercenaries.

"With ten more portal scrolls, that puts our total scroll count to 11 sir."

"True, we can pick up Yeram and go directly to Vantak. But for now we can postpone these plans, we're still building power after all."

There were a few things that Travis was waiting for, the [Missions] tab and the [Territory] tab. While he already had access to the territory management tab, the mission tab was apparently locked until the first year of the realm's tear. Both tabs would serve him well in getting him more rewards that were "Exclusive" to the system or just far too rare to get outside of the system's use.

These two tabs were the main source of growth resources for the races that come from realms that have already been opened to the multiverse for a long time. Rank rewards become harder to achieve for the later generations and titles hold a great weight to them, but the main source of rewards in the first place are these two tabs, though the Missions tab is more commonly used. Territory missions are far more lucrative due to how difficult they normally are.

25 pills, with his current absorption rate having improved to a 1,000 for each pill he could easily use them to enter Silver-grade. Silver-grade with the bare minimum of 30,000 Internal Energy, he only needed 16 pills in total to reach the next grade. With the mindset of forcing his own growth, Travis absorbed all 25 pills within the span of half a day.

Title: Master of Otherworlders, Top Ranker (Local rank: 4,789)

Combat Rating: [Intermediate Silver-Grade]

Name: Travis Montes

Mana: 300/300

Internal Energy: 39,700/39,700

Innate Ability: Claws

God's gift: Mercenary Recruitment

"The next threshold is Elite Silver, with a minimum amount of 50,000 and a higher scaling... needing a total of 120,000 to even reach Gold." The information that Travis had was based off of the scaling that was available online. The reason why children train from such a young age, along with the reason why someone like Yeram was revered is because she consumed just a few pills yet her growth was enough to be recognized as a Gold-grade.

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"Elite Silver is one of the larger groups and just being graded as one doesn't mean that one is equal to another. It's a wall that I'll have to take special note of if I want to survive in the future."

Despite his rapid growth and the steady increase in powerful allies, Travis still couldn't scratch the feeling that something was missing. "Is it because I'm not in my home realm?"

"At this point I think that Yeram's dead.. so It could be that. I want to stay here for at least two more months before going on a trip back to my old realm." Travis was talking to himself again, normally Mira or Noah would chime in but both of them were off on missions that day. Leaving the house to just Travis, Nyx and Nersook. Ara is out as well, currently being used as a mount by Mira.

Nyx was enjoying some raw meat, straight from the freezer. While Nersook was enjoying some fried chicken. Travis drank a can of beer to enjoy with the chicken. The day could not be any calmer for Travis and his group. Well everyone aside from the ones that are out doing missions. Nersook was a powerful individual and due to his high mobility as someone who could transform into a Hawk, his subjugation mission ended off early.

Ding. Dong.

"Someone's at the door, can you check if it's a delivery Ners?" Travis was enjoying his beer.

"Hello! Is this the current residence of a Mr. Montes from the newly opened Earth realm?" It was a voice that Travis was a bit familiar with. It was the same guy who welcomed him to this reality. An officer and behind him is two whole platoons of soldiers.

"It was only a matter of time before something like this happened again, huh? You can let them in Ners!" Travis gave him the okay signal.

"Two new companions in just under a week since you got here?" The soldiers immediately ran in, some were already pointing their guns at them.

"I don't suppose you can explain, Mr. Montes?" The tall leader of the soldiers wore a black gas mask. The only facial features that Travis could take note of were the ocean-like blue eyes that were staring down at him.

"You ran your scan didn't you? Claws, that's my innate ability. Noah was the one who found that guy but this little one here is from the egg we brought here. She hatched just a few days after we arrived." Travis was unusually calm, his hands were already up showing the man that he didn't have any weapons. "We're registered to the system, you can check that guy too. All of us are registered into the Terran system. I don't know what else you're looking for man."

"Elite Bronze last time, but you jumped to Silver-grade just this morning. Do you think that makes any sense?" One of the other cronies responded, faulting him just for the act of getting stronger.

"If I knew that this was how you guys treated migrant workers, then I wouldn't have portaled into this realm." Travis sighed. "I ranked up, got a few internal energy pills from it. It's not that hard to rank up if my entire home realm is being massacred right?"

"We recently learned that locals from your reality have the Gift of Gods. I suggest not hiding anything any further, Mister Montes!" The leader paused. "Show us what it is or things will get ugly."