An Extra’s POV

"R-Reaper Group…?"

Rey accidentally stuttered the moment he heard the name. Reaper was the new nickname he had gotten after the slaughter at the Dak Gathering, after all.

The name had spread beyond the reaches of the Merchant City, or so he had heard. Hearing the name being used by the former KariBlanc Group made him have a slight dread about what was to come.

Despite this premonition, he went ahead to ask for the reason behind their decision.

"Well, Sir Ralyks… we thought really hard about it, but it turns out that there's really nothing we can give you for your troubles…" Rebal adjusted himself on the sofa, taking a more earnest position on the seat.

"Not only do we owe you our lives, but also literally everything that is currently in our possession. It is all because of you, Sir Ralyks."

Rey couldn't deny that he had shown bias towards Rebal and his family—Kara too—due to his prior connections to the KariBlanc Group.

He would be a fool to claim that they had clean hands, or that they had committed less atrocities than the average Black Market Group. Yet, he slaughtered the rest and spared them.

If that wasn't bias, then what was?

"It's a no brainer in business to give a fair payment for the work done. And so, it was pretty obvious what the only thing we could offer you could be." Rebal smiled, bringing out a parchment rolled up like a scroll.

It had a yellowish gold tint, and based on how Rebal carefully handled it, the object seemed to be of immense importance.

"I have consulted my son and Miss Kara here on the issue, and we have reached a consensus. Sir Ralyks… we would like to offer you our lives, and the very ownership of the Reaper Group."

Rey's eyes widened underneath his mask as he heard the absurd news.

'E-eh?!'

done a lot for Rebal and his people, just as he had helped the United Human Alliance and

the rewards for those good deeds and reap them when the time came. For the KariBlanc Group, he would have been satisfied if they gave him monetary

more, but he didn't expect anything more

his expectations to an unbelievable degree. He nearly yelped,

as Rebal handed him the scroll, and he began to

it's

their current properties—well, about ninety-nine percent of them—were registered under the

imprint my Mana Signature and official

owned a car, or a house… but now he was being put in charge of hundreds, if not thousands of

It was too surreal.

would like you to be our leader and guide us

heard the words of allegiance, his racing heart began to slow

understand why they would do this…' Once he got over his initial surprise, the gears in his head began

Group. Since it is my company and I have

the Royal Council, who chose the route of alliance, the KariBlanc Group went

Royal Council, but I can't easily do the same to the Reaper

Rey thought about it, the more he grew to appreciate Rebal's

would make sense if it was her…' He had seen her technical

management and business will be done by them. They will still get most of the profit, since I have

corruption, but he also understood that there was really no

a steady supply of Enchanted Items, of which I'll probably supply the Monster Cores or other