"Have you ever seen me driving? If not, get ready to be amazed," Leo cheered as he spoke with pride, puffing out his chest. Despite how hard Brok tried to resist, he just couldn't. His pupils enlarged like those of a puppy dog with stars in them, practically vibrating with anticipation. "Please drive," he squirmed, his massive frame shaking with barely contained excitement. Brok's hands were clasped together in front of his chest, making him look like an oversized schoolgirl begging for an autograph from her favorite pop star. Don't get me wrong, he is not gay... He was simply overwhelmed with joy. "Of course I will," said Leo, beating his chest with one arm. As he opened the door of his apartment, allowing everyone to step outside before him. "I wouldn't like for my talent to get wasted..." He drawled the last word, letting it hang in the air like expensive perfume, completely oblivious to how ridiculous he appeared to anyone not named Brok. Leo was about to shut the door

Ring Ring Ring!Master Sung stared at his phone for a few seconds, his smooth face illuminated by the soft blue glow of the screen. He swiped to answer the call while he remained silent."Good news, we have found them. Leo and Ryder." The heavy voice from the other end spoke.A smile slowly spread across Dwang Sung's face, transforming his typically serious expression into something almost predatory. The seventeenth time today he was smiling because of issues relating to the demon plain contractor."Be on your way now," he replied, voice tight with anticipation. "I'm in the hotel right behind the Federal Summoners Guild base."He ended the call with a flick of his thumb and turned his gaze to the ceiling fan spinning above his head in rhythmic whooshing."So it is finally time," he muttered as he could feel excitement building up in him, coursing through his veins like fire. The Crimson Eagles were as fast as always, tracking down their target in a very short time."Ming Fan," he call

Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!They heard someone breathing heavily behind them."Wait, Ryder!" she called out, a voice Ryder recognized.Turning around, he blurted, "Mara!"The young lady who stood before them was slightly built, with long combed black hair tied in a bun and piercing green eyes like beautiful gems.She wore the practical clothing of a traveler—sturdy boots, loose trousers, and a jacket with more pockets than seemed necessary. With how tidy she still appeared, Ryder could guess she was about to travel out.But who travels like this in the developed generation like this?But more surprising, how did she recognize him while still undercover in his cloak?"What... What are you doing here, Mara?" Ryder stuttered, not looking at her directly. "Don't you have something better to do?""I had," she confirmed, her breathing beginning to steady. "Until I heard rumors about FSG massing nearby and a cloaked figure entering our village.Agents specifically looking for two men, one amongs

"Now tell me, which is it? Join me and I'll save you so you'll enjoy peace, or refuse and I'll work alongside the FSG to put you down." The village square had gone deathly silent, as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for Ryder's response. Even the usual chirping and crowing of birds seemed to have ceased, creating an unnatural stillness. Mara stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribcage, so loud that she could hear it like a distant drum. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, fear, confusion—all crashing into one another like waves in a violent storm. Despite the fact that the village is deprived of electronic gadgets, it didn't take her long to realize the shocking news that the man standing before them is none other than the leader of the fast-rising Red Eastern Guild. He was a living legend, a figure spoken of in hushed tones—someone you would hope to maybe glimpse from a distance one day if you were extraordinarily lucky, was standing right befo

"I've never seen Daoka fighting at this level." "I never knew he could do this much," she whispered, more to herself than to Lucian. Her fingers unconsciously brushed against the summoning mark on her shoulder. "That must be the first actual battle where he is giving his all." Lucian glanced at her in puzzlement. "You mean to tell me you've had this kind of power at your disposal and never used it?" His voice carried a hint of accusation. Mia smiled softly and patted Lucian's shoulder. "It's not my fault there have been no one to push him to this extent." In the center of it all, Luxy and Daoka circled each other with predatory glares. Their initial clash was good evidence that they were threats to each other—both had underestimated the other, and both had paid for it in blood. Daoka's severed hand was already reforming from shadows, darkness coalescing to rebuild what had been lost. To Lucian, the process was quite intriguing to watch—streaks of shadow weaving together that gra