Various Parties

East Borough, inside a row house located in a narrow alley.

The gang leader Darkholm, who controlled many beggars and thieves, was boredly throwing darts at a target on the wall while waiting for the servant to finish preparing dinner and bring it over.

The door creaked open.

Darkholm turned toward the sound, about to scold the servant for moving too slowly and making him go hungry, only to discover that the person entering through the bedroom door wasn't his somewhat attractive maid, but a strange man with a uniquely broad chin and dark green eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Darkholm demanded as he reached for the revolver in his holster.

Before he could finish the motion, however, he suddenly felt an unimaginable pressure. It was as if currents of electricity were racing through his mind, forming thorny whips that repeatedly lashed his soul.

The sensation was both painful and numb, as if it originated from the depths of his brain. He couldn't resist it. All he could do was tremble as his knees weakened.

Thus, Darkholm immediately fell to his knees.

At that moment, facing this man felt to him like facing the increasingly powerful "Arbiter," Xio Derecha...

No, he was far more terrifying than Xio! At least Xio wouldn't kill people for no reason, while the man before him... I always feel like he's going to eat me alive...

As his thoughts raced, the gang leader, whose round face always wore a friendly smile, immediately lowered his brows and eyes and said obsequiously, "My lord, is there something you need me to do? Just give the order."

In the gloomy, dim surroundings, the man aimed the black glove on his left hand—which writhed as if digesting something—at Darkholm and asked in a low, slow voice:

"Who asked