"Huh?"
The receptionist tilted her head, brows knitted in confusion.
"I don't understand, Lucian. Aren't the monsters from the dungeons made of overflowing mana? That was why they needed to be culled regularly but cannot be exterminated. How would invading other worlds help?"
At her words, Elian paused, frowning—until a crucial detail resurfaced.
The Crucible. They made the system to restrict information based on access levels. That means Katri has been working all this time not knowing we were not fighting mana creatures but aliens.
Elian closed his eyes and paused.
"System. If I reveal the truth to Katri, will her clearance level be raised?"
[Affirmative. The Crucible censors words for those below Clearance Level 0. If informed by someone with Level 1, they will be elevated.]
Elian nodded. He looked at the receptionist but saw vestiges of himself in her. A powerless being trampled over by those with strength. For such people, all they needed was a chance.
