I'm Not Just Here to Pick a Fight-I'm Here to Kill! (Please Vote!)

They said the Demon Hunter Faction could handle just about anything.

The Authorities had outsourced plenty of difficult jobs to the faction for hefty sums, and its members had delivered every time.

They were making money hand over fist.

As they chatted, the siblings soon learned that the faction's boss was named Arkham!

The names of the company's other members matched the people they remembered perfectly, too.

Bolton City was not far from Worcester. Several times, the siblings had wanted to go over and ask if the company needed extra hands, but they had never had the nerve.

They were not that close, after all.

The company was on the rise and making a fortune from the good jobs it had landed. Showing up out of the blue to ask for a share...

Neither sibling felt right about it.

In the days that followed, the siblings kept hearing good news about Evan and the others.

Richard cracked a Cult case and earned an extra five-hundred-dollar bonus.

Erlong defeated an Evil Spirit that had gone out of control and earned an extra four hundred dollars.

David used a new Magic Potion to kill a Metal Demon and received a six-hundred-dollar bonus from the Church.

The siblings' eyes went red with envy whenever they saw the news.

The jobs they usually took paid less than a hundred dollars each on average.

After expenses, they kept only forty or fifty.

That was no small sum to ordinary people. It could pay for a family's decent dinners for quite a while.

But for Beyonders like Demon Hunters, it was a drop in the bucket.

Fifty dollars bought only two bottles of Magic Potion, after all.

After everything they had been through, the siblings instinctively thought they were dreaming when Evan offered to recruit