"Someone actually dared to swear a Styx Oath?" Old School Striking King blinked. "Even someone with Greater Divine Power wouldn't risk that!"
Perfect Baldhead had another take. "Compared to the Ismail Family's luck, wouldn't sleeping in the River Styx be even worse for him?"
"Probably. He doesn't care much about that family's future." The voice came from a distance, from Young Master, who was sitting in a corner in a daze.
As the leader of Asking Sword, Young Wanderer Under Heaven, he had to be present for the division of territory. But no one dared let him take part in the formal negotiations.
He was a little volatile right now. They could have used that hair-trigger temper to win Asking Sword a better defensive sector, but the guild's officers knew themselves too well. They couldn't pull off that kind of act.
They might as well stay neighbors with Doomsday. The students didn't get along, but Doomsday was still the bigger enemy, and nobody wanted to embarrass themselves in front of the people next door.
Once they saw through that, they understood Snow Old Dog's devious reason for putting them beside Doomsday even better. But the guild officers—students who might not have had the best grades, but were certainly among the shrewder ones—could only swallow their anger.
The university students had ambitions of their own, of course. If each school had acted independently, they would have kicked up a storm in the game long ago. Wouldn't taking on Snow Old Dog suit their swaggering ways better?
But the stunts pulled by Academy Star's universities had brought them firmly back down to earth. No one wanted their hard work handed to a rival school, or someone tugging at their clothes while they charged ahead.
Worse, they might not stop at clothes. They