News of the battle between Yeon-woo and the mercenaries spread like fire to the players on the twentieth floor. 

“The Hoarder? Hoho. So the Hoarder is here?” Faceless, the monster covered in bandages, laughed in a seductive voice. They stood elegantly, as though they were a noblewoman. However, when Faceless spoke again, a warrior’s voice came growling out. “Yes. There’s no way any of these incidents would happen without that hyena around.”

The voice changed again. This time, it was the voice of a bright child looking forward to a delicious meal. “Heeheehee! Why don’t we make that guy our friend? I’m curious to learn what kind of soul he has. I hope it tastes good.”

Then, Faceless whipped around to turn to their subordinates, the Chest of Souls. They were a large group that was considered one of the emerging clans. “We’ll pause our search for Blood Sword. Look for the Hoarder now. It’s clear which key he holds.”

The subordinates bowed and quietly left. Faceless’s eyes glittered through the bandages. They were as calm as a researcher observing subjects. 

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There were also other groups moving...