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First Mission: The Disaster Begins ฮัน มารู tugged at his cheap black tie, already sweating through his suit. His palms were clammy, his heart hammering too fast, and his stomach churned with the sinking realization that this was really happening. "This is a mistake," he muttered under his breath. "I’m not cut out for this. I’m gonna die. I didn’t even get a girlfriend or a boyfriend first—" "Stop talking," his team leader snapped, barely sparing him a glance. "Just stay back and don’t touch anything." "Gladly!" Maru threw his hands up."No one here wants me to fight more than me!" The mission was supposed to be simple. A level 3 Nachal sighting. Easy clean-up. Nothing they couldn’t handle. Maru had one job: stay out of the way. He was more than happy to comply. And then things went sideways. The Nachal wasn’t a level 3. It was a level 7—far stronger, far more aggressive than expected. The thick yellow dust in the air made it hard to breathe, and before Maru could even think of running, the creature was on him. His team scattered. Orders were shouted. Weapons drawn. Maru, ever true to himself, tripped over a rock and landed flat on his back. His life flashed before his eyes. And, honestly? It was so disappointing. Then, just as the Nachal lunged, something—or someone— คุณ interrupted. A figure stepped between him and certain death, moving with an ease that Maru could never dream of.