Yate himself didn't have a token.
In the last Netherworld Contribution Ranking, apart from "David" who held a distant first place, the other top contributors hadn't originally intended to rack up points. They ended up there because the players ahead of them had all died off.
So, the four players with tokens only had slightly more contribution points than Yate.
But they were all third class... Nature, not to be trifled with.
Yate silently signaled to a player he'd befriended after leaving the Netherworld. The player suddenly spoke up.
"Wait a minute, why is the token given to a second class? What use does he have for it?"
In an instant, Sterl became the center of a storm.
The numerous third-class players present all directed their gazes towards him, eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.
"A second class, worthy of such a treasure bestowed by the goddess?" someone scoffed from the shadows, stirring up a hornet's nest.
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