An odd mood hung in the air of the black market’s gambling house. The demon spectators in the VIP room no longer seemed interested in watching the humans fight and placing bets. They were not paying attention to the games anymore, as their eyes were on the demon noble who had appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself as Vulcan.0

My goodness. Vulcan is alive?0

A real demon noble…0

If I can learn to create bloodstones, I can also become a noble…0

Countless eyes glanced at Vulcan—that is, Suho. The desire that burned inside the demons was clear enough to see. To demons, the raw, blatant desire for power was something akin to hunger.0

Despite the tension that filled the air, Suho still seemed relaxed as he continued to watch the battle going on in the arena. He looked like a lion enjoying a break in the sun while he lay in the middle of the savanna. He was giving off the image of a true demon noble—at least in the eyes of the demons.0

“Are you sure about this?” Esil asked.0

“What do you...0