“Did you say something?” asked the man as he jumped out of his seat.

Shin Sung-Hyun momentarily paused what he was doing. He had been signing documents to approve them, and the man’s question interrupted him.

Shin Sung-Hyun glanced at the man and replied, “...No, I didn’t. More importantly, didn’t I ask you not to interrupt me until I’m done approving these documents?”

“I’m sorry. I must have heard wrongly,” said the man as he quietly sat back down.

Shin Sung-Hyun sighed. The man—Sword Saint Kim Woo-Joong—whom Shin Sung-Hyun considered his rival visited him out of nowhere a few hours ago.

‘And what did he say to me?’

"I will swing my sword, and I want you to stop it."

Shin Sung-Hyun shook his head. He could still recall how shocked he was upon hearing that. Shin Sung-Hyun wanted to ask Kim Woo-Joong what the latter meant by what he said.

‘But now is not the time...’

Shin Sung-Hyun was the Guild Master of one of the Big Five Guilds, so he always had mountains of documents to process on his desk, and his time throughout the day was even divided and managed into minutes.

‘If I manage to finish these remaining documents in eighteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds, skip dinner, and skip pilates today. I might be able to squeeze some time to deal with him.’

When Shin...