As time wore on, the blazing sun over the equatorial island began to show its power. Guys like Blood Demon, with their chests bared, made up a fair portion of the people on the streets and were hardly eye-catching.
But the truth was, the two men beneath the street-side parasol were more or less the center of attention.
A major reason was Ronan's earlier "magic show." He had performed it openly on a bustling street, drawing plenty of interest. Even after the lengthy conversation that followed, quite a few people still craned their necks in this direction, guessing when the next show would begin.
After all, hadn't the "prop box" still been left there?
But another part of the reason lay entirely in the two men's special identities.
The islands around Kolo Base might be among the areas with the highest concentration of Ability Users. Many of them worked as mercenaries or explorers, hunting Aberrant Species in these waters, providing bodyguard services, or simply engaging in shady double-crossing deals.
In such an environment, especially on the streets of a busy commercial port, it was inevitable that someone would recognize them. Whether Blood Demon or Ronan, neither was objectively suited to keeping a low profile.
What Blood Demon was focused on now, however, was a more unusual matter...
"What an age with no privacy! Most people only exist as data, creating the tiniest bit of value for certain people. But special figures like us can't just let it slide. Portrait rights are worth a lot, you know?"
Blood Demon had grown increasingly different from the "fully authorized representative" who had initially been so eager to recruit talent. It was as though his urge to act as a mentor had surfaced, revealing a little of his true nature.
Ronan knew he could