There was a demon sitting upright on a massive throne made of the bones and flesh of those who had fallen by his hand.

The demon’s eyes fluttered open as he asked, “Is it done?”

He was extremely exhausted. It couldn’t be helped because he had just summoned a Player from several floors below them. The goat horns on his head trembled uncontrollably as he sat there on the throne.

“Blegh!” he vomited dead, black blood, and his eyes grew hazy.

He had to make holes in the impregnable System protecting the Players so that he could kidnap his target. He knew that he would suffer some kind of backlash, but he didn’t know that the price he would end up paying would be this huge.

‘I have to lay low and recuperate in the next six months.’ 

He closed his eyes to make a decision. A few moments later, he opened his eyes once more and muttered into the air, “Haran.”

“Yes, Gorgon.”

Gorgon’s right-hand man appeared in front of him like a ghost with his head bowed.

“I shall lock down the southern region for the next six months.”

“Shall I tell the demons to cease their external activities as well?”

“That would be wise.”

“…”

‘Six months…’ Haran fell into deep contemplation. After thinking for a while, Haran couldn’t help but ask, “Forgive my impudence, but why are you willing to take on such a loss?”

Haran couldn’t understand...