Sitting on the sofa, Gi-Gyu commented, “Leviathan has already stolen a player’s body. If the other hell kings follow suit and side with the Caravan Guild, this will become a huge problem for us.”

El stood beside him while Lou sat in a massage chair. The three of them were discussing the situation.

Lou seemed annoyed by Gi-Gyu’s statement as he replied, “Well, duh. Just two hell kings would be enough to drop you at death’s door.”

Lou's closed eyelids squinched a little as he continued, “But who knows? Like I said before, Leviathan—the real one from hell—had shown up, but it still couldn’t use all of its strength, so…”

“...”

“I’m guessing it was because of his host shell. He probably couldn’t go all out in that body. Honestly, I don’t think any shell on Earth can house Leviathan’s full strength.”

Still resting in his loudly vibrating massage chair, Lou added, “All that doesn’t matter now; our problem remains the same: You’re too weak. You’re certainly stronger than before, but you now have much more powerful enemies. So what you have isn’t enough, and that’s an understatement.”

Gi-Gyu became dead silent.

El patted his back and chimed, “But our master has the potential to become much stronger.”

Turning toward Gi-Gyu, she asked,...