“Guild Master, we aren’t dreaming right now, are we?”0

“Don’t ask me that. I feel like I’m about to faint,” replied Ali Hassan.0

Ali, the guild master of the Imphal Guild, and his men stood in shocked silence, having watched the entire battle unfold from a distance. Until now, they had been focused on rescuing kidnapped slum residents as instructed by Suho and Liu, staying far from the battlefield. However, the sheer scale of the battle made it impossible not to witness the events from afar.0

If this is a dream, I probably just had a lifetime’s worth of nightmares in one go, Ali thought, swallowing hard.0

If he was dreaming, he was having a nightmare unlike any other. An army of winged dragonkin had appeared, darkening the skies. Siddharth Bachchan, India’s revered hero, had transformed into a monster. The massive axe he wielded split the city in two. But the most surprising thing of all…0

Sung Suho.0

Indeed, to the members of the Imphal Guild, the South Korean hunter had been the biggest revelation.0

Who exactly is that man?0

I’ve never heard of a hunter like him from South Korea.0

Even Liu Zhigang, the six-star hunter from China, defers to him.0

He’s absurdly strong! Where did someone like him even come from?0

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