When you first step into the 'Specter' detachment base, you realize just how insignificant you are. Honor walls line both sides of the corridor, covered in photos of S-class warriors whose eyes sweep over you like they're looking at the dead. You're just an E-class logistics soldier, not even qualified for a sidearm. But the system interface on your wrist suddenly lights up—'Host detected. Reverse Protocol activated. First mission: Complete a C-class mission within three days, or be erased.' You clench your fists, watching the arrogant A-class warriors training in the distance, and a cold smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth.