Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 212

"Nobody?" Kyle asked, standing in front of the mission board. "Really?"

"You can take it. We're busy," one of the men sitting on a bench said.

"I'm a follower of the Divine Light," another guy said. "I'm not getting involved with that."

"Nah, mate, this spells trouble. I'm not touching that mission with a stick."

"I'm fine with killing humans, but come on. Look at this!"

Kyle blinked a couple of times.

There was a mission on the mission board, and nobody was accepting it.

Sure, there were plenty of missions that weren't immediately taken, but those were either suicide missions or trash missions.

This was neither.

Kyle scratched the back of his head and read through the mission again.

"Execute the religious party of the Holy Sea."

"The leader is a Peak Servant, but she has three Initial Paladins as bodyguards."

"Reward: Ten Ether Stones and ten contribution points."

'Seems pretty good to me,' Kyle thought.

"You really shouldn't touch that," someone shouted. "The Holy Sea protects its members very well. Even if you succeed, you might become their target."

"I mean, yeah," Kyle answered, "but someone has to do it, right?"

"Trust me," the same guy said again. "Just leave it there and hope you don't get assigned to complete it."

Naturally, if some missions were not taken after a certain time, they were forcefully assigned to a member.

The missions had to be completed.

For trash missions, the poorest and laziest Fighter was chosen.

For suicide missions, a very strong Fighter was chosen so that it wouldn't become a suicide mission.

Sadly, the payment wasn't very good for these missions, which was why the strong Fighters hadn't accepted that mission in the first place.

'Most likely, if nobody takes this mission, an average team with five Early Fighters gets assigned,' Kyle thought.

He looked over to one of the men who had warned him.

His team was just right for the mission, and based on his expression and gloomy mood, he also knew that.

Kyle scratched the back of his head in thought.

'I wanted a mission with humans as enemies, but there's no way I can fight three Paladins at the same time. I need allies.'

'Sucks to not have an established team.'

'I should ask around if anyone is willing to accompany me.'

Kyle walked over to a couple of people and asked them.

"Sorry, I'm already in a team."

"I don't like this mission."

"Sorry, I'm out."

While Kyle was asking around, one person looked at him with hesitation from a distance.

"Don't," Wyveria told the person. "This mission is trouble."

"But someone has to do it, right?" Tracy asked.

"Yes," Wyveria said. "It will be Tungsten's team, most likely. They could use a workout once in a while."

Tracy looked at Tungsten, who glanced with worry at one of his teammates.

That teammate was a follower of the Divine Light, which meant he was part of the same religion as the religious party they were supposed to execute.

Most likely, that teammate would refuse to go on that mission and leave the Stark Brotherhood, leaving Tungsten's team with an open position.

Tracy looked back at Kyle, who was getting his sixth rejection by now.

"I'm going to do it," Tracy said.

"Fine," Wyveria said. "It's your choice."

Tracy left Wyveria's table and walked over to Kyle.

"Got an open spot?" she asked with a smile.

Kyle looked with surprise at her.

First, he was elated, but then, he furrowed his brows.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Last time, you had some issues with killing people."

"That was almost nine months ago," Tracy answered. "You are not the only one who is growing."