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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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After the long night, after the Specters of the Liberation Brigade were dealt with, the Black Dragon Clan’s affiliates, including the Leviathan, became even busier than before the attacks.
Repairing the damaged lobby and other facilities, filling personnel vacancies, planning new events to revitalize their businesses—there was much to do, not just as the Seven Dragons Association, but as the Seven Dragons Group.
Guardian, having spearheaded the defense of the affiliates, was particularly busy. And amidst the chaos, requests to join the Guardian System poured in, not just from the remaining domestic affiliates, but from overseas branches as well.
Wei-ling, Guardian’s sole employee, was on the verge of collapse from overwork.
It was a testament to her competence that she managed to handle most of the workload through sheer grit and long nights.
“…Where in the world is that damn CEO slacking off at a time like this?”
Of course, she didn’t hesitate to curse her absentee CEO throughout her overtime hours.
Thanks to their efforts, the Black Dragon Clan’s affiliates quickly recovered, much to the disappointment of those who had hoped to exploit the chaos for their own gain.
However, not all affiliates could recover on their own. Those that had suffered extensive damage required assistance from the Leviathan.
“This is unexpected.”
“What is?”
“I didn’t know the Sword Saint was so talented at paperwork.”
“…Are you mocking me?”
“No, I’m being serious.”
Li Chingwei watched Limon, frowning as he flipped through a stack of documents, with an impressed expression.
“Processing this much paperwork this quickly is impossible, even for our most skilled members.”
“That’s because their dynamic vision and reflexes are inferior to mine. And this is just simple sorting.”
“Sorting is paperwork.”
“Sure it is.”
Limon clicked his tongue, sorting the documents by type, affiliate, priority, and date, discarding duplicates and irrelevant papers.
The paperwork was usually more organized, but the chaos of the attacks had disrupted the usual workflow, with documents arriving from all affiliates in a disorganized mess.
‘This reminds me of sorting documents on the battlefield.’
Fortunately, no matter how disorganized the paperwork, it became orderly in Limon’s hands.
It was simple work, something any entry-level employee could do, but Limon’s speed was incredible.
His superhuman reflexes allowed him to process documents at the speed of a hundred employees, a sight that impressed even Li Chingwei.
However, he couldn’t accept her praise, not with Li Chingwei processing the sorted documents even faster.
“How is your brain wired to process information at that speed?”
“I’m familiar with the workflow of all the Black Dragon Clan’s businesses. I only need to skim the key points.”
“Is it just me, or is being familiar with all their workflows abnormal?”
“It’s just you.”
Li Chingwei replied casually, marking errors as she effortlessly flipped through the documents.
Even Wei-ling’s efficiency paled in comparison to Li Chingwei’s ability to process mountains of paperwork with a smile.
[…Why did the gods create such monstrously talented people, just to make the rest of humanity feel inadequate?]
“I’ve slain gods, but I don’t recall being created by one.”
“Our ancestors were dragons.”
[Sure they were.]
To Na-kyung, a normal chick, they were just annoyingly talented.
‘In stories, reincarnated people always get cheat abilities. Why am I just a normal chicke—I mean, bluebird?’
As she grumbled inwardly, teleporting another stack of documents to Limon, his communicator rang.
[Sword Saint, the guest you were expecting has arrived.]
“Hmm? Already?”
[Yes. I’ve shown him to the reception room. He seems to be in a rather delicate state.]
“Alright, I’ll be right there.”
Limon stood up and looked at Li Chingwei.
“What about you?”
“Is it about him?”
“Yes, you should probably be there.”
Li Chingwei considered it for a moment, then shook her head.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve finished with that matter. It’s just a formality now.”
She stamped a document, adding with a smile,
“Besides, I think it’s something you should handle personally.”
“Alright, I’ll be back.”
[Wait! I’m coming too!]
Limon didn’t argue, scooping up Na-kyung and heading towards the reception room. He had been helping with the paperwork to pass the time until this guest arrived.
“Welcome.”
“Don’t bother getting up.”
Limon stopped the man in the wheelchair from struggling to stand and greet him. He observed him for a moment, then said casually,
“I said it back then, but you’re a tough one. I didn’t expect you to survive that, even for a Grand Duke.”
“It’s all thanks to your mercy, Sword Saint.”
“Save the flattery. You know I had no intention of saving you, Branch Manager Wang.”
Wang Ki-neung, his arms severed at the elbows and shoulders, his face half-covered in bandages, his legs in casts, looked more like a corpse than a patient.
He chuckled at Limon’s words.
“Your intentions don’t matter. The result is that I’m alive, thanks to you.”
“Get to the point.”
“Yes, of course.”
Despite his grievous injuries, Wang Ki-neung showed no sign of pain.
He grinned, gesturing towards the warrior standing behind his wheelchair, who presented a small chest.
“Please accept this.”
“What is it?”
“All the assets and shares of the Shanghai Royal Family, along with a blood oath of loyalty.”
[What?!]
Na-kyung was shocked.
The Shanghai Royal Family, though not a major power within the Black Dragon Clan, was a prestigious family with centuries of history and vast wealth. Offering everything as a bribe was an extreme measure.
But Limon wasn’t surprised.
“Offering your entire fortune to plead for your life… things must be bad.”
“Someone has to take responsibility.”
“And your clan, who led the initial investigation and failed so spectacularly, is the perfect scapegoat.”
“It’s my own fault.”
Wang Ki-neung admitted with a smile. If he hadn’t boasted about capturing Ryu Kang-chul, he could have avoided this.
Limon observed him for a moment, then asked,
“Why are you offering this to me, not the Princess?”
“Because to the Princess, our clan is now expendable. But to you, Sword Saint, we could be a valuable asset.”
“So, you think I’m a sucker who will protect your clan?”
“Of course not. I’m simply relying on your sense of fairness.”
“You’re relying on my desperation, not my fairness.”
Limon chuckled.
After the Liberation Brigade’s attack, Li Chingwei’s position within the clan had drastically improved. Those who had once mocked her were now vying for her favor.
Limon’s situation, however, was different.
While the open disdain had diminished, he was now viewed with suspicion and wariness. Unlike Li Chingwei, he was a former enemy of the Seven Dragons Association.
They might respect his power, but they wouldn’t trust him.
In that sense, Wang Ki-neung’s offer was tempting. The Shanghai Royal Family, despite their current predicament, was still a powerful family.
Acquiring them would give Limon a valuable network of loyal followers.
“To find the highest bidder for your failing family in this situation… you’re quite perceptive.”
“Our family’s prosperity was built on perceptiveness.”
Wang Ki-neung, mistaking Limon’s words for acceptance, grinned.
Limon said calmly,
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I acknowledge your perceptiveness, but I haven’t accepted your offer.”
“…What do you mean?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know, or because you don’t want to know?”
Wang Ki-neung, his face contorted in confusion, stared at Limon in disbelief. Limon decided to show him.
“I mean, I don’t need this.”
“…!”
Swish.
Limon’s sword flashed, cleaving the chest in two. Wang Ki-neung stared at the shattered pieces of the chest, his smile vanishing.
Limon had just destroyed what was essentially the entirety of the Shanghai Royal Family’s holdings.
“…May I ask why?”
“It’s not a complicated reason. There are people more perceptive than you.”
As Limon spoke, a masked figure entered the room.
Wang Ki-neung gasped, not because his guard had silently left the room, replaced by the newcomer without his instruction, but because of what the masked figure was carrying, a chest, identical to the one Limon had just destroyed, but several times larger.
Limon took the chest, its weight a stark contrast to the small, light one he had just destroyed, and placed it on his lap, tapping it with his finger.
“Wang Ki-neung, you were humiliated and nearly killed, yet you still try to use me? What kind of arrogance is this?”
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