Water tasted fresher when one was thirsty, and fruit sweeter the hungrier the eater was. Likewise, a declaration of victory was the most welcoming when it had been a difficult battle. That was the case for their recent feat: they succeeded in rescuing the eighth recruits, including heroes from several influential families, secured a new god, established a godly territory, and formed an alliance with the Cassiubia League.

This achievement brought new vigor to humans. They were amazed that they had managed to deal with two factions out of the four vying for control over Liber and succeeded in their first official mission since coming to the capital. They began to finally feel hope that they could do something even though the world was in ruins. Of course, their forces were still too embarrassingly small to be called formidable, but they were hopeful that their group would continue to grow and progress.

This change in thought was evident in the atmosphere surrounding the city. The heroes who had looked at the rescue team with pity at their departure now looked envious. The majority of the rescue team had gone up to bronze rank, and there were several who moved to silver. And above all, one of them became the first to reach gold rank: Ru Amuh. This news became so big that Ru Amuh gained as much attention as the heroes from the Celestial Realm’s twelve lights.

Ru Amuh was perfect in every way; he was handsome, had no noticeable faults in his personality, and his skills were evident. Thus, everyone wanted to get acquainted with him, but Ru Amuh’s attention was elsewhere.

“Um…” After finishing his training, Ru Amuh turned on his device and checked his inbox. He was disappointed to see that it was empty, and the message he had sent hadn’t been read yet. With his hand propping his jaw, Ru Amuh stared at his inbox...