Ali Hassan was thirty years old. Once a pauper roaming the back alleys of Imphal, he had held onto hope.0

Inshallah!0

Though he had nothing to his name, his life took a drastic turn when the Great Cataclysm struck, and he awakened as a B-rank hunter.0

From that moment, his life completely changed. He was now Ali Hassan, the master of the Imphal Guild, representing the city where he was born and raised. Of course, he still occasionally had nightmares about those bleak days when he’d begged on the streets, but reality brought bliss whenever he opened his eyes.0

Yet for some reason, Ali had an uneasy feeling that today might prove to be the longest day of his life.0

“Rio, please interpret,” Suho said.0

“Oh, namaste. Nice to meet you. Please, don’t panic! Allow me to explain who I am,” Rio said, appearing from behind Suho as though he’d been waiting for his moment. He stepped toward Ali with the ease of a practiced salesman and handed over his business card.0

Ali’s eyes widened upon reading it. “The Asura Guild? You’re from Asura?”0

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