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At the front gate of Kyoto University, a small group of friends stood waiting, looking slightly bored.
"It's strange. Lucas called us out here, but what's going on?" Zach Darnell muttered, glancing toward the campus.
"Yeah," Chris Morgan replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "He told us to meet him at the gate, but he's not here yet."
"Maybe it's about the guild," Zach guessed. "Let's just wait and see."
"Well, he should be back soon," added Zhao Qinghe, though his tone sounded more like wishful thinking.
The three of them had been chatting idly for several minutes, the minutes stretching longer than they expected.
Just then, from somewhere down the street, they heard a deep, throaty roar of an engine growing louder and closer.
"Huh? That sound..." Zach's eyes lit up with recognition. He turned his head sharply toward the noise. "That's a heavy-duty motorcycle! And not just any kind—that's a high-performance beast!"
Chris blinked at him. "How do you even know that?"
Zhao Qinghe also looked curious, and both of them turned their eyes toward the end of the road. Sure enough, a large motorcycle silhouette appeared in the distance, speeding their way.
Zach grinned smugly. "Because I've played with these before. Back in high school, I was crazy about fast and furious rides. I owned several insanely cool bikes—riding them was pure adrenaline."
Chris rolled his eyes. "Show-off."
Zhao Qinghe smirked, and the two of them exchanged a silent agreement to ignore Zach's boasting.
"It's a pity I had to leave them in my family's garage. Didn't bring them here," Zach continued with mock sadness. But then his expression shifted to surprise as he squinted at the incoming bike. "Whoa… this one looks even more powerful than I expected. The sound… it's perfect. Gives you goosebumps."
He tilted his head, trying to guess its value. "What's the price tag? Two million? Maybe more?"
The low, powerful rumble grew until the motorcycle slid into view in full, gliding effortlessly down the street. The rider leaned into a sharp move, the back wheel kicking out slightly in a flawless tail flick before the bike came to a smooth stop right in front of them.
The design of the motorcycle drew instant attention from nearby passersby. Its sleek, black frame, the exposed mechanical elements, the flame-pattern detailing, and the sheer dominating presence of the machine made heads turn.
And the rider—dressed in a fitted, dark-toned riding suit and helmet—looked every bit as commanding as the bike.
Nearby girls couldn't help but let their gazes linger, cheeks faintly flushed. A few boys stared with open envy, their hands twitching with the urge to touch the bike or, better yet, ride it themselves.
Because deep down, who isn't a big kid at heart? And when something this cool appears, you just can't help but want it.
"Sorry to keep you waiting!" the rider said, pulling off his helmet.
The three friends froze. The handsome face beneath the helmet was none other than—
"Lucas?!" they shouted in unison, eyes wide.
Their brains scrambled to process it. Lucas had only been gone for a short while, yet here he was, looking effortlessly stylish and riding something that screamed luxury and power.
Lucas looked puzzled. "What do you mean, 'it's me'? Didn't I ask you to meet me here?" He checked his watch. It had only been about ten minutes—barely any wait at all.
"This bike… it's yours, Boss?!" Zach blurted out.
"Damn, it suits you perfectly!" Chris added, his tone mixing awe with disbelief.
"And that outfit—don't tell me that's a rare purple-quality armor set? Wait—" Zhao Qinghe's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You didn't sell your Legendary equipment, did you?"
Lucas laughed and shook his head. "Of course not! Why would I sell that?" He patted the gleaming motorcycle proudly. "This is a guild benefit—my welcome gift after joining. Pretty sweet, huh?"
"Hold on—you already joined a guild?" Zach's eyes widened.
Lucas grinned. "That's right. Not only that—I'm the vice president now."
The three of them stared in disbelief, their curiosity instantly hooked.
"Do you guys want to join too?" Lucas asked, tilting his head with a smile.
"Of course!" all three of them answered at once, practically bouncing with excitement.
But Lucas didn't invite them right away. His expression shifted to something more serious.
"Before you decide," he said, "I need to tell you what this guild is about—and the risks."
The three friends fell silent as Lucas explained the true purpose of the Tower Demolition Team, focusing especially on the dangers of the Mysterious Tower. He described the high stakes, the fact that reaching the 100th floor could mean permanent death—no resurrection.
When he finished, Lucas looked at them closely. "So? Do you still want in?"
Zach didn't hesitate. "Of course. We trust you."
Chris and Zhao Qinghe both nodded firmly. Yes, it was dangerous. Yes, the risk was huge. But the challenge of the 100th floor was far away—they'd need to be Level 100 just to attempt it. And honestly, the odds of being picked for the main strike team were slim, especially for Zach and Chris. They might end up doing support work instead of fighting at the front lines.
So, why hold back?
Lucas smiled. "Alright then. Let's do this together."
He opened his personal career panel, navigated to the guild page, and with a few quick taps sent out three invitations.
'Lucas invites you to join the "Tower Demolition Team" guild. Accept? Yes/No.'
The moment the notification appeared, the three of them slammed Yes without hesitation.
'Zach Darnell has joined the guild!'
'Chris Morgan has joined the guild!'
'.Ryan Carter joined the guild!'
Lucas's panel confirmed their addition. Since they were new members, there was no big guild-wide announcement—unlike when Lucas had been promoted to vice president. With hundreds of members already, the Tower Demolition Team didn't make noise for every single recruit.
But that didn't matter. For them, it was enough.
Lucas reached out his hand. "From today, we're comrades in the same guild."
The three of them stacked their hands over his, grinning.
"Brothers forever!" they shouted together.
Their laughter carried into the air, a mix of excitement, pride, and the certainty that whatever came next—they'd face it side by side.