At a building in downtown Chicago, U.S.A…

“…Alright, so he’s here?” Executive Director Oh Shi-Hwan said some time after receiving his subordinate’s report.

Behind Executive Director Oh was a breathtaking view that included the most magnificent, brilliant skyscrapers in the U.S. and a vast lake. Despite that, he did not look particularly happy. It was understandable, as the report he had just received made his heart heavy; Chang-Sun was coming to the U.S. as they spoke.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have let him go,’ Executive Director Oh thought.

When he first sent Chang-Sun to Europe, he had not particularly cared what Chang-Sun’s plan was, having believed that he would not suffer a loss no matter what. He had thought that if Chang-Sun’s plan worked out, it would give the White Tiger Clan an opportunity to branch out to Europe. Otherwise, Executive Director Oh could just wipe the slate clean. Although it would be sad to lose the talented rookie known as the Tyrant, Executive Director Oh had believed he would be able to find a replacement regardless.

‘At the time, I thought time was on our side.’

The Gildals Executive Director Oh was raising in secret also had quite a lot of potential, so if he kept improving them, he would have an unlimited resource of rookies that were just as talented as the Tyrant. No, even if he was wrong, he believed that Munseong could put an end to everything once he drew his hidden blade.

Executive Director Oh was well aware of the fact that Munseong was already a demigod—no, he was technically more than a demigod. The ‘Immortal...