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?!'

ears. Sure, he had done a lot for Rebal and his people,

the rewards for those good deeds and reap them when the time came. For the KariBlanc Group, he would

he didn't

nearly yelped, but this wasn't his first surprise rodeo,

this, though?" Rey asked as Rebal handed him

it's their

current properties—well, about ninety-nine percent of them—were registered under the company's name, and the

supposed to imprint my Mana Signature and official signature, huh?' Rey felt his

years old! He had never owned a car, or a house… but now he was being put in charge

It was too surreal.

our full devotion. We would like you to be our leader

words of allegiance,

all very overwhelming, but I can understand why they would do this…' Once he

stable future if I become the head of the Reaper Group. Since it is my company and I

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

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

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

sense if it was her…' He had seen her technical sense, and it was

of the management and business will be done by them. They will

Rey knew they feared 'Ralyks' too much for there to be corruption, but he also understood that there was really no true loss on their part if they turned over the ownership

of Enchanted Items, of which I'll probably supply the Monster Cores or other materials for, it's