A man slowly walked on the streets. Wearing a black robe, he had long black hair and a somewhat handsome-looking face. He was wearing a composed smile on his face.

It was James.

Many living beings were gathered at the city gate, going in and out of the city.

James' appearance created a commotion.

"James has arrived!" someone roared.

In a fully intact building in the city, a ferocious-looking man was sitting on a chair. He was filled with consternation.

At that moment, a man rushed in and knelt on one knee, greeting him respectfully, "Master, James has arrived."

Hearing this, the ferocious-looking man stood up abruptly and asked delightedly, "Really?"

"Yes, he has arrived at the city gates."

"Good! Inform all our powerful fighters to prepare for battle. We will attack James on all sides and seize his War Order!"

"Understood."

...

Over the past year and a half during which James was in closed-door meditation, he had no idea that many War Orders had appeared. Each appearance s