Since there was nothing else to do but wait, Captain Owen took the opportunity to go to the office to handle William Carter's onboarding paperwork, tidy up his own appearance, and with a grand gesture, ordered his subordinates to prepare a few extra dishes as a welcoming ceremony for William Carter.

“Anyway, lucky-jie won’t be back for a while. How about a quick game first?”

The bearded Uncle Jack grinned as he invited William Carter, gesturing with a cue stick.

William Carter wasn’t very good at billiards, but since he was new here, he needed to get along with his colleagues, so he smiled and agreed.

“Do you know how to play?”

Uncle Jack sized him up and handed William Carter a thick cue.

“Not really.”

William Carter laughed, “I only know that brute force can work miracles.”

As he spoke, he struck with a “crack,” sending the balls scattering across the table—and surprisingly, two even went in.

William Carter immediately felt pretty good about his first impression with the team.

But after he missed a shot and Uncle Jack picked up the cue with a grin, William Carter realized he might have been way off.

The bearded Uncle Jack looked unremarkable at first glance, but the moment he gripped the cue and bent down to take aim, his posture was unexpectedly graceful.

It was as if every muscle, bone, glance, and ounce of focus—even his slightly bulging belly and messy beard—were perfectly aligned. Every inch of skin and muscle adjusted to its ideal position, like a statue sculpted by a master craftsman of ancient Greece.

He wasn’t perfect, but in that moment, his form gave off a sense of perfection.

“Crack…”

Uncle Jack didn’t seem to use much force, but the cue ball shot out confidently, bouncing off four cushions before sinking a ball into a pocket.

William Carter was momentarily stunned.

Then Uncle Jack started laughing. His shots were light and effortless, as if he didn’t even need to aim. With a natural ease, he sent the balls rolling into the pockets as if they had minds of their own, gleefully diving in one after another.

Every shot was precise, crisp, and clean.

In just five turns, he cleared the table—one of them even a double shot.

“How is anyone supposed to play against that?”

William Carter looked at his cue, which hadn’t had another chance, his expression a bit odd.

“Heh, kid, I’m from the Order System.”

The bearded man hugged his cue and said proudly, “Over a decade ago, when I was still scraping by in the scavenger squad, I got bitten by a stone demon in an abandoned town and got infected. But I was tough—I didn’t turn into a petrified monster. Ever since then, my stamina and nerves have improved dramatically, especially my accuracy, which changed in ways I never imagined.”

“Too bad we can’t compete in tournaments, or I’d have liked to go pro.”

Seeing the bearded Uncle Jack looking a bit smug, William Carter couldn’t help but shake his head and smile wryly, putting down his cue in surrender.

“How could anyone beat that…”

“……”

“So you’re a wild Sequence 5: Order Demon.”

William Carter nodded, immediately understanding all the unusual behavior.

The corresponding figure in this series was once the God of Order, now the Order Demon.

Because of their adherence to order, every move they made tended toward the optimal standard.

Whether it was daily habits or routines, it extended step by step to physical fitness, muscles, heartbeat, and blood flow.

Pushed further, it even affected their actions and the operation of precision machinery.

They believed in the golden ratio, allowing their actions to approach the most precise standards possible.

However, it was also obvious at a glance that this Uncle Jack probably didn’t have much potential.

Order-type supernaturals often set extremely strict routines for themselves—eating at set times, never waiting for others. They usually had the best physiques and habits: long legs and a V-shaped torso were standard.

But looking at Uncle Jack's big belly and those smoke-stained teeth…

…In a training camp, the instructor would have hung him from a tree for that.

As for this Uncle Jack, the way he gained his demon powers was actually quite common.

There were many ways for ordinary people to gain demonic power, but only three were most common.

One was like himself—chosen for his special qualities and actively undergoing enhancement and control experiments.

Another was like Captain Owen and the other wild ability users.

And the last one…

A memory of the bar he’d passed on the way flashed through William Carter's mind, and a shadow crossed his face.

This was the most insane method.

Actively approaching, even submitting to those demons, accepting their commands, and performing rituals to offer sacrifices.

Treating demons as gods to be pleased, and receiving their gifts in return.

……

……

“Why don’t you say that in front of lucky-jie?”

Just as William Carter was absentmindedly holding the cue, someone nearby suddenly chimed in.

It was Handsome Linda, who was helping the piglet wash enoki mushrooms. He seemed worried that William Carter would be discouraged by Uncle Jack's skills, and turned back with a smile: