Although I wasn't sure what his exact purpose was, Ariel's presence here could only mean one thing: he represented the will of the Native Council.
As the head of the Rebirth Club, they had always been our rival. In our dealings so far, I'd repeatedly gained the upper hand, continually proving that grafting was the future.
Even so, Fu Qian never looked down on this organization, which seemed to have deep roots—
At least one Higher Being named Rom stood behind them...
They knew a great deal about warehouse administrators...
They could offer technical advice on advancing to New God...
They even had secret dealings with the Night Watcher, the most violent organization of all...
From everything I'd seen so far, they were probably the most powerful group around, second only to the Night Watcher.
Despite causing trouble for the supernatural world on all sides, their organizational ideals remained vague.
This was undoubtedly another good opportunity to learn a little more about them.
For example, what they intended to do with the "Crimson of Life" mentioned in the task description.
Click—
As I mused, the door closed again.
Everyone seemed to know the procedure by heart. The oldest candidate had already gotten up and gone inside without any prompting from the interviewers, while the others made no attempt to cut in line—or back out at the last moment.
The waiting room was clearly more spacious, and through the open doorway in the opposite wall, I could see the street outside.
It was spacious, but completely empty, which made it seem even more so.
A dead city?
As an air of confidence washed over me, I grew even more curious about the nature of this place.
Though the architecture leaned toward the old-fashioned, the buildings seemed to be in fairly