Beside him, a gaunt figure shrouded in black leather spoke, with a voice resonating like metal:
"Another poor soul not recognized by society, facing exclusion. I sympathize with you, but this is not a sanctuary for the unfortunate. Without the majority's consent, you have no right to remain here."
Chen Lun looked up and vaguely glimpsed multiple deep-set eyes through the hollow of the black leather.
This person's name was "Chiliarch."
"So what are the evaluation standards of the 'Worldly Secret Cult'?"
Chen Lun leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly.
The Ancient Gods laughed in unison, making the atmosphere extraordinarily peculiar.
"There are no specific standards, but by default, there are two important reference conditions."
A short figure emitted a sharp voice, wearing an exaggerated pointed hat that even covered its upper body.
Chen Lun turned his gaze towards them, the panel indicated the name "Hat Boy."
