Despite the smile on Sora's face, he was anything but happy. On the main feed of the stream, he had focused on showing the success of the attacks. However, because his Alter Egos were spread thin all over the world with various missions, he knew some of them were bound to meet some trouble. Aware that Six Hundred and One Hundred-Ten's raid was successful, he stopped paying attention to it and focused on others who encountered dangerous enemies.

'It's been a minute since One Hundred-One and his group left Rio de Janeiro...'

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A team of five figures moved through the cities of the state of Rio de Janeiro at lightning speed. One Hundred-One, Seven, Sixty, One Hundred-Sixteen, and Eight Hundred-Thirty-Two. Their mission was clear: lead the surviving humans from the scattered towns and cities of the state to the last major stronghold of the country.

In the region, only two cities were protected by the system: Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires. After the update, these two cities became the largest on the continent, pushing São Paulo down two ranks. One Hundred-One and his group had been moving from place to place, gathering survivors, and sending them to Rio de Janeiro through portals that led directly in front of the city.

They had already led millions to safety. One Hundred-One's group was aware that such a process wasn't being broadcasted to the world.

'We can get attacked at any time now… And Sora doesn't want to show our innate skill to the world. I wonder how many people we can save before encountering enemies we can't beat.'

They had already moved everyone from the Rio de Janeiro state and were now heading toward São Paulo.

'According to the information we got through Sora's [Psychic Hold], there should be 27 million people trapped in São Paulo… and a few thousand enemies.'

Appearing east of the city with the help of Seven's [Void Tunnel], he spoke.

"São Paulo is huge, but it's not protected by a barrier. In the smaller cities and villages, we found no enemies. However, the enemy has infiltrated São Paulo and enslaved or imprisoned everyone."

Everyone remained silent for a while before Seven spoke. "You sensed them, right? The traitors. How do we deal with them?"

One Hundred-One's expression turned cold. "No mercy. Our group will not waste time on those who abandoned humanity in the hope of better days. I don't know how other squads will act, but our task is too important."

Eight Hundred-Thirty-Two frowned. "But you know we can help everyone. With [Memory Sculpt] and a few other skills, we can easily help them."

One Hundred-One turned to him, his cold gaze unrelenting. "You also know how long that would take. I won't risk the lives of millions to save a few traitors."

He paused before adding, "However, if we manage to get rid of all enemies, save everyone, and have some spare energy, I'll consider your idea. Enough talking. Let's go."

Having saved countless cities, the five of them didn't need to say anything more and immediately began moving. Each of them headed toward a different part of São Paulo.

One Hundred-One appeared in the streets of Bela Vista. He would have liked to take in the sights of the city, but he had no time for that. He started condensing his energy into [Sword Intent] and spread his [Sword Domain] to identify and lock onto his targets.

'Eighty-seven enemies in this district. And with their levels ranging from 100 to 190, none of them pose a threat.'

"I can also sense thousands of people trapped in their homes… and a few rats serving the enemy." He noted, transmitting his thoughts to his brothers, who were in different parts of the city.

He released his [Sword Intent] and focused, ensuring no one escaped his first attack. As he eliminated the enemies and moved to the next district, a message came through from One Hundred-Sixteen.

"I've found something strange… and I need backup."

One Hundred-One immediately asked his brothers for an update before responding. "We've eliminated 20% of the enemies and haven't started the evacuation yet. Seven, Sixty, Eight-Three-Two, and I will finish our tasks and create portals leading to Rio de Janeiro. One Hundred-Sixteen, hold your position, watch your targets, and wait for us."

"Alright," One Hundred-Sixteen, the swordsman specialized in assassination, answered.

One Hundred-One, who had been eliminating enemy players all over Brás, another district, turned his attention to the next area, his pace quickening. The group wasted no time. Every enemy within their attack range was eliminated instantly, giving them no opportunity to react or call for reinforcements. One Hundred-One who had met quite a few traitors, was unwilling to give them the chance to hide or run away after killing their new masters. Without hesitation, he used a skill of the [Space Element] to create [Pocket Prisons] to pull hundreds of them inside.

"Make sure to knock them out before imprisoning the traitors. Our [Pocket Prisons] aren't strong enough to prevent them from sending direct messages." He quickly communicated to his brothers.

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A wave of sword energy flew toward each traitor, as soon as they entered a [Pocket Prison], forcing them unconscious before they could activate any skills or send messages through the friend list system.

Once the elimination was complete, the group began the next phase.

"A portal for every thousand people. Let's start," One Hundred-One said to the others.

Seven answered, "That's twenty seven thousand portals!! It's impossible for them not to notice it."

One Hundred-One shot back, "Don't argue. The more portals we use, the more people we'll be able to save."

They worked quickly, creating thousands of portals all over São Paulo, their energy reserves being drained as they linked each portal directly to Rio de Janeiro's entrance.

Simultaneously, they reached out telepathically to the countless humans hidden inside their homes. Their voices, accompanied by their faces, appeared in the minds of millions.

"This is your chance to leave São Paulo. The portals in front of you lead to Rio de Janeiro. We'll show you the closest portal to you. Do not hesitate."

At first, there were no movement. Then, some voices were heard. Many of the people had been watching Sora's stream moments before. Recognizing their saviors, they were the first to act.

"They're the ones from the stream! Look at his name! It's One Hundred-One!" a man used mana to amplify his voice to the neighborhood. "The killing squad of Rio!"

His voice started a chain reaction in the district.

Those who had been in the stream urged the others forward. "It's real! We need to move, now!"

"Mom, trust me! They're the guys I told you about! Let's run and join big sister in Rio!!" A teenager ran out of a building, dragging her hesitant mother toward the closest portal.

Seeing other families running in the same direction, the woman stopped resisting and followed. One by one, people stepped out of their homes, then in waves. Fear and despair gave way to hope, and the once-silent streets of São Paulo were filled with the sound of people loudly running toward safety.

One Hundred-One's forehead was drenched in sweat as his body reached its limit.

'Damn it. The five thousand portals I've created are smaller than my brothers, but I'm unable to keep them open for much... To think they created more than seven thousand portals each. Forcefully draining so much mana from the surrounding and spending all of it in instant is too difficult for me without a supreme skill.'

Despite his immense talent, One Hundred-One's control over mana was lower than his brothers because his path required him to abandon all external tools in his pursuit of mastery.

'Our Swordsmen Company is too specialized because of my suggestion... I hope we won't hold everyone back.'

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In another part of the city, One Hundred-Sixteen felt the struggle of his brothers. Three of them had to make up for the weakness of One Hundred-One and for his absence.

'I can't leave my position.' He thought. 'The millions of lives in São Paulo are important, but what is happening here is just as important.'

Hidden in the darkness, One Hundred-Sixteen waited. He relied on both [Shadow] and [Darkness] elements to hide his existence from the enemy.

Unlike his brothers, who trained their swordsmanship and aimed for perfection, he had been captivated by the discoveries of an Alter Ego who specialized in elemental mastery. Yet, unwilling to disappoint Sora who had placed him in the Swordsmen Company, he merged his passion with his 'job', and forged a new path.

He would abandon most of what Swordsmanship would offer to him, and most elements. Instead, he would focus on the darkness, the shadows, and become a master with the short sword.

Every day he trained, his focus intensified, and his mastery field narrowed.

'The proficiency in my classless skills have been dropping crazily... I even started losing some skills I had upon reviving.' He thought to himself, feeling the effect of his new class.

Dismissing his thoughts, his gaze focused on the enemies ahead. Eight high-level players stood on the field of the Pacaembu Stadium, discussing something.

'We can beat them,' he thought, having a rough estimate of their powers.

However, what was bothering One Hundred-Sixteen was the figure napping in the stands.

'Sora didn't mention this Werewolf... It means he's beyond him in Mental Power, and probably even Soul Power. And above level 250...'

One Hundred-Sixteen's grip on his sword tightened. Sora's orders were clear—ignore and avoid targets beyond their capacity. But upon seeing the figures imprisoned within the stadium, he knew. This was one order they couldn't follow.

Five hundred human players were split in groups. And in front of each group, there was a sign with shocking words. On two of the signs, One Hundred-Sixteen could read: