Allen returned to his dorm.
The room was spacious and quiet. Only the newly acquired Alchemy Equipment reflected the faint light filtering in from the window. Allen had already set it up as a simple workshop.
Allen sat down at his desk. His mind, aided by DSeek, began to race.
He didn't immediately start thinking about tactics. Instead, he focused his attention on the variable of his "teammates."
'A person's energy is limited; you can't cover every base. Choosing to work as a team is the correct approach.'
'My team members are all the "misfits" who were left over.'
'They might have their own specialties, but their shortcomings are just as obvious.'
Expecting them to be like those elite squads, where every member had an expensive piece of Witchcraft Tools or powerful Alchemy Equipment, was nothing more than a fool's dream.
Allen knew very well that a team's combat effectiveness is determined by its weakest link.
