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?!'

Rebal and his people, just as he had helped the United Human Alliance and the

always thought he could save up the rewards for those good deeds and reap them when the time came. For the KariBlanc Group, he

deserved more, but he didn't expect anything more than

expectations to an unbelievable degree. He nearly yelped, but this wasn't

sure about this, though?" Rey asked as Rebal handed him the scroll, and

it's

ninety-nine percent of them—were registered under the company's name, and the document regarding that was in

supposed to imprint my Mana Signature

never owned a car, or a house… but now he was

It was too surreal.

to be our leader and guide us to a better future." Rebal

of allegiance,

would do this…' Once he got over his

the Reaper Group.

who chose the route of alliance, the KariBlanc Group went one step further and chose

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

more he grew to appreciate

it? It would make sense if it was her…' He had seen her technical sense, and it

by them. They will still get most of the profit, since I have shown that I

much for there to be corruption, but he also understood that there was really no true loss

than the fact that I'll want a steady supply of Enchanted Items, of which I'll probably