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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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[Galaxy Guild]
That was the name of the new guild established in Namyangju.
Like countless lives that bloomed and faded every day, guilds were also the same, so it was something no one paid attention to.
At first, it didn’t make a big impact, as everyone expected.
They lacked experience.
The Blood Cult had been tied to Blood King Castle for a long time.
They did external activities with Kangha Group and Kangha Guild, but it was limited, and most of all, the biggest problem was that Blood Cult members had little experience hunting monsters.
Kangha Guild existed, but upon examining why it was like that, there was a reason.
The elders had forbidden the Blood Cult members from hunting monsters.
Stupid actions.
They said it was against the law for the disciples of the great Blood Demon to hunt monsters or the like.
In reality, such words did not exist in the law.
It was just a law created by the elders, telling them to protect the pride of warriors.
‘Did I kill them too easily?’
Crazy bastards.
They couldn’t even adapt to the world that had turned upside down, so Blood King Castle ended up ruined like this.
That’s why, even though they operated a fairly large guild called Kangha Guild, there were no profits left.
Still, thanks to Kang Hangcheol flexibly putting Blood Cult members into missions, there were some who had experience.
‘Warriors are those who have studied all their lives to deal with people.’
However, dealing with monsters is completely different from dealing with people.
The blood points, which warriors had studied for so long, didn’t exist in monsters, and unlike people who died when stabbed or cut in a vital spot, undead monsters or monsters with excellent regenerative abilities didn’t die from that level of damage.
However, the Galaxy Guild soon adapted.
Unlike the Kangha Guild, which was mostly composed of players, the Galaxy Guild was a guild of warriors.
It was a guild created by using more than half of the money made from liquidating Kangha Group to buy the identities of warriors.
A guild whose members were all Blood Cult members.
At first, it seemed to be creaking.
‘He’s good at managing things after all.’
The Galaxy Guild quickly began to find stability.
It was a natural occurrence.
‘The Blood Cult members aren’t weak.’
Although they were still lacking compared to the warriors of Earth, that was just a difference in experience and special circumstances.
The martial arts of the Blood Cult were not lacking compared to the martial arts of other hidden powers.
The Blood Cult members, who had refined and honed their martial arts for endless years confined to Blood King Castle, were quickly adapting to the changed situation.
The Galaxy Guild’s expansion rate accelerated further.
The power of the Blood Demon Art is amazing.
They were reborn with the Blood Demon Divine Art, and it could be said that their power had nearly doubled.
Slowly expanding the guild, they accepted the followers of Blood King Castle as Galaxy Guild members.
Increasing the speed even more.
The Blood Cult members were rapidly becoming stronger.
‘Practical experience.’
Players gain experience points and grow by hunting monsters, but warriors also grow by facing monsters.
Of course, it might not be as noticeable a growth as that of players, but through practical experience, they become sharper and stronger.
But more than anything else, there was something else that accelerated the growth of the Blood Cult members the most.
‘Blood Demon Absorption Art.’
Subordinate to the Blood Demon Divine Art, they could use some of the abilities of the Blood Demon Divine Art.
Among them was the Blood Demon Absorption Art, which converted blood into internal energy.
Using it, they were accumulating the blood of monsters to increase their internal energy.
In the blink of an eye, the Galaxy Guild had grown into a guild that was responsible for one axis of Namyangju.
The things that Blood King Castle lacked the most were being resolved.
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Pier, a bar located in a basement in Dongdaemun-gu.
“I heard Kang Hangcheol of Kangha Group has retired?”
“I heard the ownership of Kangha Group has completely been transferred.” “Was there some big incident?”
It looked like an ordinary bar, but this place was one of the Seoul branches of the Black Market, which was in charge of the dark axis of the world.
“I heard the movements of The Hwasan Guild are unusual?”
“They say Chung In-woo is moving.”
“Are you talking about that Red Plum Blossom squad leader? Good heavens. What’s going on?”
“I heard…”
The customers were noisily talking and chatting.
“……”
As if ignoring all of that, a man in a hoodie was sitting quietly.
A middle-aged gentleman with neatly combed pomade hair approached him and said.
“We meet again.”
There was a strange light in the eyes of the middle-aged man as he said that.
“Manager.”
“Ah, I’ll take care of this customer.”
The manager gestured to dismiss the other waiter and arbitrarily took out whiskey and handed it over.
“Well… if you came with bad intentions, put them aside. Isn’t that what the Black Market is all about?”
Lee Rowoon had received a request from the Black Market.
That request was practically the same as throwing his life to the Blood Cult members.
There were also those who survived such requests, harbored resentment, and came to the Black Market for revenge.
“But I don’t think that’s the case.”
The manager smiled faintly.
“Have you become a follower?”
At the manager’s words, Lee Rowoon looked at him.
“Ah, don’t worry. The conversation at the bar table can only be heard by you and me.”
He looked at Lee Rowoon’s already empty glass and poured another glass of whiskey, handing it over.
“If you’ve become a follower, you’re not a stranger to us either. What’s the reason for your visit today? If you’re a follower, it wouldn’t be a personal matter…”
The manager’s eyes flickered.
“Is it a matter of the Order?”
“Well, let’s just say that.”
“I thought your tongue was cut off because you were so quiet.”
“Listening to someone rambling on their own is quite interesting.”
“Is that so?”
The manager smiled faintly.
“So, what’s the request?”
“I want to receive authority for the Darknet.”
“……!”
The manager poured another glass of whiskey and drank it this time.
“The qualification?”
At his words, Lee Rowoon silently took out a plaque and handed it over.
A plaque with a red dragon embossed on it.
It was an identification plaque proving his position as an Elder of the Blood Cult.
“Unbelievable, you’re an Elder?”
“It’s true that the Black Market’s intelligence has become terrible.”
“What…?”
Hostility arose in the manager’s eyes.
Lee Rowoon spoke as if he didn’t care about that at all.
“It’s a relief though. It means there aren’t any rats hiding in Blood King Castle.”
“……”
The hostility in the manager’s eyes deepened even further.
“The authority of the Darknet, and a request.”
“The price… must be sufficient. Especially since you made me feel unpleasant. I want you to know that I’m enduring it because of the relationship with the Order.”
“Good.”
The corners of Lee Rowoon’s mouth curled up.
“The price is information.”
“……”
“The information is.”
Swoosh.
Lee Rowoon quietly caressed the whiskey glass and continued.
“The replacement of the current Blood Demon.”
“Wh-what!”
The manager shouted, his eyes wide as if they were about to tear.
“Is that really true? Why? How? That can’t be…”
“You seem to know the situation of Blood King Castle well? To be so surprised that the Blood Demon has changed. Is it so surprising that the Blood Demon who mastered the Blood Demon Art has changed?”
“I-is what you’re saying true?”
It was then.
Flinch.
The manager, who had been shouting at Lee Rowoon, stopped and trembled.
A small blood needle was emitting a chilling energy behind his neck.
“You know a lot about Blood King Castle, but you don’t know about the replacement of the current Blood Demon, huh. That means there are no rats now, but…”
Smirk.
“It means there used to be rats.”
“Do you know what you’re doing right now?”
“Was it one of the elders? Or Hyeol Soo-Baek, that guy?”
“Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
The manager said with a cold glare, hiding his embarrassment.
Swoosh!
The blood needle that had been aiming for the manager’s neck melted away as it was.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. So, about the authority of the Darknet?”
“…That’s not a problem I can decide. I have to report it to the higher-ups and get permission.”
Nod.
Lee Rowoon knew that much too.
‘Darknet.’
That was referring to the Black Market’s intelligence network.
Special requests or transactions that could be received from the Black Market had to be done in person because no records could be left, but the sale and sharing of information was a different story.
The authority of the Darknet was only given to special people recognized by the Black Market.
Because from there, he could receive the information he needed at any time.
“So, what’s the request?”
At the manager’s words, Lee Rowoon smiled again and said.
“I want to meet the Black Market King.”
“You’re finally… crossing the line.”
The manager, who had been trembling at the blood needle, was gone.
The flying knife in his hand was at Lee Ro-woon’s neck.
Sreung.
The sword blades that stretched out from all directions were touching Lee Rowoon’s neck.
The customers in the bar, who had been talking and chatting casually.
All of them were employees of the Black Market.
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Several sword blades were aiming at Lee Rowoon.
The manager’s flying knife.
If Lee Rowoon moved even slightly, they were so sharp that they would pierce Lee Rowoon’s neck and take his life.
“You don’t seem to be such a fool as to not know the price of daring to utter that name in this place.”
“……”
“Is this the will of the Blood Cult?”
The manager’s eyes shone fiercely.
Until now, the Black Market had maintained a good relationship with the Blood Cult.
Lee Rowoon had wondered if the Black Market belonged to the Blood Cult, but he was told that the Black Market and the Blood Cult were completely separate forces.
However, one of the previous Blood Demons was the owner of the Black Market.
‘Black Market King.’
He had saved his life once, and to repay that kindness, the Black Market was providing convenience to the Blood Cult.
“Even if you are truly a person with the position of Elder, you have committed an unforgivable sin. I didn’t know that the Blood Cult’s handling of things would be like this.”
The aura felt from the manager.
‘S-class Ranker.’
He could feel the power of a player, not a master of the Hyeongyeong realm.
“You talk too much.”
“What…”
“I said I wanted to meet the Black Market King, is it possible? Or impossible? Just tell me whether it’s possible or not.”
“This guy…”
The moment the manager stabbed the flying knife a little more, and a drop of blood formed on Lee Rowoon’s neck.
Srrrk.
The drop of blood that flowed out was moving along the back of the flying knife and the sword blades.
“……!”
The manager seemed to have noticed something, but.
“Too late.”
Their bodies began to stiffen.
“The blood of True Blood is immune to all poisons. Meaning the poison you put in the whiskey is meaningless.”
In order to do business at the Black Market, you had to drink the alcohol in the glass they handed you.
And that alcohol contained the San Gong Poison, which the Black Market prided itself on.
If the transaction ended safely, they would hand over a new glass with the antidote, and if not, they would subdue those whose internal energy was scattered by the San Gong Poison.
However, the poison did not work on Lee Rowoon.
“Conversely.”
Farrrrr.
The bodies of the manager, as well as everyone pointing their swords at Lee Rowoon, were trembling like aspen trees.
“Blood that is immune to all poisons can also become a fatal and irresistible deadly poison.”
“Y-you…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I don’t want the relationship with the Black Market to be ruined either.”
“Regret…”
“Isn’t the qualification to meet the Black Market King sufficient?”
Lee Rowoon’s eyes emitted a red glow.
“What qualification…”
“The replacement of the current Blood Demon.”
Chwaaaaa.
A pool of blood began to form under Lee Rowoon’s feet.
Swoosh!
Blood needles that popped out of the pool of blood were floating in front of the foreheads of the manager and the others.
Geugeuk.
The blood needles digging into their foreheads.
No one could move, even while trembling in that terror.
“Because I’m that new Blood Demon.”
“……!”
the manager’s eyes shook greatly once again.
[If so, the qualification is sufficient.]
A voice was heard in Lee Ro-woon’s head.
The corners of Lee Rowoon’s mouth were forming a deep curve.
The blood needles had disappeared before he knew it.
“Huff, huff…”
The manager and others, whose bodies had been constricted by the blood, were breathing heavily.
“I thought your tongue was cut off because you were so quiet.”
Lee Rowoon’s languid voice penetrated their ears.
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