The Author's POV

Sunday, Galxicus guild 80th floor.

It was the day after the battle between me and Alex had taken place. I was currently in my father's office.

Sitting on a large grey sofa, I took a look at the office.

On the opposite side of me, my father, working on a large rosewood desk, was busy compiling a stack of paperwork.

As he compiled the paperwork on the table, his pen would drift in swift and fluent movements across the papers on his desk.

He looked incredibly efficient.

Staring at my father's desk, at eye level, a group of papers, a stack of waiter pads, a portable laptop, and multiple monitors neatly stood on top of the large desk.

On the floor, below the desk, lied a PC tower that hummed quietly. On small occasions, blue light would twinkle on top of the PC tower signaling that its power was on.

On the wall to the right, post-It notes appeared on top of a wooden board with several labels and photos marked on it.

Although the office wasn't the most organized, the number of papers on his desk just went to show how much work my father was investing every day to keep the guild afloat.

"Ren..."

As I was busy looking around, disrupting the silence, my father spoke

"Yes?"

Putting the pen in his hand down, my father's obsidian eyes stared at me.

"What do you think of our guild? Be honest"

Taken aback for a second, I leaned back on the sofa.

What did I think of the guild?

Honestly, it was bad.

From what I've seen yesterday and today, the guild wasn't united. It was split into different factions and there was an evident power struggle.

I didn't even know how they managed to keep what was happening within the guild a secret from outsiders.

I would bet Bronze or silver-graded guilds would love to capitalize on this piece of news. I mean, why wouldn't they? Although Galxicus was failing, if the guilds were looking to expand, absorbing Galxicus was the most optimal thing to do.

Especially since right now, Galxicus was only a 'guild' in name.

It was merely an empty title. It was like a shop that sold nothing. The only reason why it was still standing today was because of my parent's efforts. But that wasn't going to last long. Even they will crumble under all of that work...

As my thoughts reached thus far, I couldn't help but be reminded of the fact that my parents were still working on a Sunday. Not once did they rest.

...If things proceeded to continue like this, I wouldn't give the guild a year before it would be forced to dissolve.

Hesitating for a bit, I looked at my father's earnest expression and shared my thoughts.

"If I had to be honest...terrible"

"The guild members instead of being united are clearly split into factions and..."

As I recounted my honest thoughts, nodding his head, Ronald sighed.

"Judging from the way you are speaking, I can already guess you've already figured out how things are going within the guild."

Glancing at the piles of paper below him, a trace of sadness appeared in my father's eyes as he murmured

"...Sadly the guild is in a state of heavy decline"

Stacking the papers on his desk neatly, leaning on his chair, my father looked towards the ceiling

day let you be

future you would carry it to greater success...but it seems like it was

out a

-Clank!

drawer, my father

glanced at it for a second. A hint of

you fight yesterday, I observed that despite having a great defense, you lacked something important. At first, I thought it was an attacking art, but after I put more

glance at the book, my father handed it to

"Here"

within them. Whatever

"...Thank you"

took the green

never

[★★★ Drifting steps]

user speed will increase. Unless user stops, speed will continuously increase until the user

"Tssss..."

I needed. A movement art. Was this a

at my father, he had an all-knowing look. As though

guess he wasn't a guild master for

he could already detect what I was missing. With this movement art, my strength would see another

rank...I could feel that I was only

busy admiring the book, pointing at

arts, and I'm technically not supposed to be giving it

I would normally need to acquire the permission of the board before being allowed

father looked at the window of the office. Towards the busy streets of Ashton city. In a firm voice,

state of the guild, I

me, my father, Ronald Dover resolutely looked at the people coming in and out of

he turned around and in

up a different

"A branch?"

I tilted my

set up a

you're going to

"What!?"

my father with wide

was this? I was still in my first year in the Lock. How could I possibly have enough time

a branch would mean that I wouldn't even have time

streets below

this world, you're either a pawn

who continuously follows other's will or be someone who dictates their own will. Although setting up a branch

occurred to me

"...you don't mean"

want you to set

A mercenary group.

it killing certain monsters, villains, or corrupt individuals. They were the ones you

popular as guilds, with some being just as influential as some of the top guilds in the

father was asking me to set up

my hand on my chin,

a

It was possible.

hard, it was

mercenary

two requirements to

least one individual with a

a recommendation from a

get a Hero certification as I had not yet graduated from the academy, with the recommendation of my father, setting up a mercenary corp wasn't a

Creating my own organization...

did

filled with people

I started realizing that this

did not always go according to plans,