"Come! Join our guild!"

Warscar sent me a guild invitation. "We’ve fought against Elephant City again and again, but we’ve never managed to gain the upper hand even once. While I know that I’ve never let down my brothers and sisters, the fact is we need more than just brotherhood to win this war."

I clicked accept, and Warscar immediately surrendered his position to me. A system notice rang beside my ears—

Ding~!

System Notice: Player "Warscar" has relinquished his position. You are now the leader of the "Godkiller” guild!

……

As The last vestiges of Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls’ guild emblem faded into nothing, a war axe took its place. It was the symbol of the Godkiller. With this, I had officially become the new guild leader of the Godkiller guild.

After I elevated Warscar to the vice leader position, I looked at everyone and said, "Warscar, please give me a tally of all currently online players and assemble them at this spot. I’ll be handing out a Zephyr Ironbone Warhorse to everyone who’s Level 180 or higher. It so happens that Godkiller...