The Birth of Wild Grass

In Decker City, within a dimly lit room, over a dozen Thieves clad in leather armor stared intently at Anor, who sat in the main seat, with gazes that could kill. Their eyes seemed to spew fire.

"Anor, are you saying you're working for a Pioneer Lord now? And you want us, the Wild Grass Alliance, to join that Pioneer Lord's ranks??"

The middle-aged man sitting to the left, whose physique resembled a ball of flesh, roared furiously at Anor.

"Have you forgotten the rules of the Wild Grass Alliance!!! We are not your subordinates!! Anor!! If you want to follow that damned Lord, go by yourself, don't think about dragging us down with you."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed within the room.

Shink~

A massive head flew high into the air, then thump~ it landed heavily on the table. The headless corpse sprayed blood wildly, the gore even splashing onto the ceiling before slowly dripping down. The horrifying scene immediately caused an uproar in the room, with all the Thieves seated looking in disbelief at Anor, whose body was now radiating Bronze Bloodline Power. The dagger in his hand and his cold eyes sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Anor, you!!!"

"Awakened Bloodline Power?!"

"Why did you kill him!"

Looking at the headless corpse that had collapsed to the ground with a rumble and the wide-eyed head on the table, the atmosphere in the room instantly solidified to its extreme. No one had expected the usually gentle and scrawny Anor to suddenly erupt and kill someone at the slightest disagreement.

Anor's cold gaze swept across the crowd. He said indifferently, "Don't think I don't know. The reason the children at the orphanage were abducted that night was because this bastard tipped them off, revealing my departure."

Hearing this explanation, the atmosphere in the room eased considerably. Although they didn't completely let down their guard, the tension from moments before was gone. Having a reason was better than no reason at all.

A Thief wearing a black cloak spoke slowly, "Hyena is dead. Let this matter rest. But I still want to confirm with you, Anor, do you truly intend to lead the Wild Grass Alliance to pledge allegiance to that Pioneer Lord?! You should know, the Wild Grass Alliance is named as such because we are lowly and humble, only able to huddle together for warmth. Can you be sure that Noble isn't trying to use you because you've awakened your Bloodline Power? Can you be sure that Pioneer Lord can survive in the Endless Wasteland? And can you be sure that if we pledge allegiance to him, we won't become lowly scapegoats? Anor, you must understand, there is only one life. Once it's gone, there's nothing left."

Everyone in the room fell silent upon hearing this. The Wild Grass Alliance, just like its name, was a group of common weeds, humble, with no sense of presence. When they died, no one would even collect their bodies. Therefore, they were exceptionally sensitive about who they pledged allegiance to. They had seen too many companions used up by so-called Nobles and then discarded like trash.

Anor chuckled upon hearing this. "Use me? You need to have value to be used. If there's no value, how can I be used?"

"Moreover, do you know that I not only awakened my Bloodline Power but also transferred to a Rare Profession?"

After speaking, his body flickered and blurred. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he instantly vanished from his spot, reappearing only after a few breaths.

Seeing this, the eyes of the crowd lit up with fervor. Awakening Bloodline Power and transferring to a Rare Profession were things they wouldn't even dare to dream of in their lifetimes. Yet, these things, previously only possessed by Nobles, were now appearing on a companion they had known and interacted with daily. The impact this had on them was exceptionally strong.

The man in the cloak's expression changed, his eyes showing a hint of complexity. Then, his tone filled with a touch of excitement, he said, "Since you already have the foundation to become a powerhouse, why do you still want to pledge allegiance to that Noble? As long as you're willing to use the method of transferring to a Rare Profession on your subordinates, we can completely break away and become a large gang!"

The crowd's gaze turned fervent upon hearing this. Yes, since Anor had become strong, why couldn't they become a large gang on their own? Why did they still have to grovel before others!!

"Anor, we are willing to appoint you as the President of the Wild Grass Alliance. Let's do it ourselves!"

"Awakening Bloodline Power gives you the potential to become a Gold, even a Platinum expert. We can completely establish a large gang!"

"That's right!"

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation.

Seeing the excited expressions of everyone, Anor didn't feel much. Instead, he inexplicably felt like laughing.

He had witnessed Loren, who could clash with Gold Grade using only Silver Grade power and had Platinum-grade experts as his guards.

Now, looking at these companions excited over a Rare Profession, he intuitively felt the vast difference between them.

At this moment, he even felt that even if Loren no longer needed his service, he might not be able to go back.

How could an eagle that had seen the vastness of the sky tolerate a dark and damp cave?

Seeing that Anor's expression remained unchanged and he hadn't spoken, the excited crowd in the room slowly quieted down.

For a moment, no one spoke.

They all felt that something had changed in Anor. The timid fellow of the past now had eyes as sharp as a falcon's.

"Do you know how my Bloodline Power awakened? Do you know who bestowed my Rare Profession upon me?"

His calm tone echoed, and the atmosphere in the room inexplicably became very heavy.

Anor swept his gaze across the crowd and sneered.

"This is a gift from the Lord. He bestowed upon me the power to awaken my bloodline and granted me a Rare Profession!"

Whoosh~

A single stone stirred a thousand waves.

The more than ten people in the room looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

The power Anor obtained was actually a gift?

Could that Lord bestow such precious things?!!

The expression of the man in the cloak also changed. He had originally thought that the Noble had recruited Anor simply because he had awakened his Bloodline Power and obtained a Rare Profession.

But he hadn't expected that Anor's awakening of Bloodline Power and Rare Profession was actually a gift from that Noble!

Anor's tone was cold.

"The Lord comes from the Royal Capital. His background is so profound and his strength so immense that it's beyond your wildest imagination.

This is an unprecedented opportunity, a chance to become someone superior.

You should feel fortunate. The Lord has appointed me as the Intelligence Commander of Decker City, responsible for building an intelligence network.

So, you now know why I've gathered you here.

If you are unwilling to serve the Lord, then leave now. I won't say another word to you.

But there's one thing: once you leave through that door, you will lose your qualification to serve the Lord, and we will have no further connection.

"Make your decision."

After speaking, Anor slowly sat down and closed his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room changed again, their expressions shifting between uncertainty and indecision.

Hesitation, conflict, fear, anxiety – all emotions flickered across their faces in this short period.

After more than ten breaths.

Anor opened his eyes and looked at the people in the room. Not a single person was missing, and his gaze softened slightly.

"Have you made your decision?"

The middle-aged man in the black cloak remained silent for a moment before standing up, looking directly at Anor.

"Anor, I only have one question for you.

Who is that Lord?"

Anor hesitated for a moment before slowly replying.

"The Lord... is a good person."

Huh?

The crowd in the room was stunned. They hadn't expected Anor to give such an answer.

"After the orphanage was attacked, the Lord asked me to move the orphanage near the merchant guild he controls. In the future, he will also hire some people to teach them knowledge so that these orphans can work in the merchant guild when they grow up."

Anor's respectful tone silenced the room.

At this moment, everyone's expression was somewhat subtle.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, as if he had thought of something, and his expression softened.

He nodded solemnly.

"Anor, I promise you."

The others from the Wild Grass Alliance looked at each other and slowly nodded.

"We all promise you, and we are willing to serve that Lord!"

Anor smiled, his eyes then revealing a hint of determination and longing.

"From today onward, the Wild Grass Alliance no longer needs the word 'Alliance.' Only 'Wild Grass' shall remain as its name.

We are all wild grass on Decker City and in the Endless Wasteland, tiny and weak.

But life and death are fated. Though wild grass is humble, no one can make us disappear!"

"One day, the wild grass will grow all over Decker City, all over the Silver Moon Kingdom, all over the entire Nol Main Plane, just like real wild grass!"

This group of Bronze Grade Thieves let out their most stubborn roars at this moment. It was a rebellion against being driven by fate, against being reduced to mud!

So what if they were wild grass? They would never be trampled to death!!!