[Denied!]
[Denied!]
[Denied!]
I stared at the giant mission screen, my jaw tightening as the same message blinked at me for the tenth time. Maybe twentieth. Who knew anymore?
REJECTION.
Every time I pressed an S-rank storyline, the screen responded with that cold, heartless word.
"Come on!" I muttered, jabbing the glowing panel harder. "What do you mean, rejection? I've cleared two Rank-A worlds already with perfect scores. What more do you want, my kidneys?"
The answer was the same.
Rejection. Stars insufficient. Complete 10 Rank-A worlds first.
I groaned, slapping a hand to my forehead. "Damn it. Guess no Rank-S for now."
The mission screen, massive as a cinema wall, displayed countless worlds in rotating panels of color—each with its own title, rank, and requirements.
The Rank-S missions taunted me like locked endgame raids in an MMO. All glowing. All glorious. All out of reach.
