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

plan was to one day let you be the guild master of this

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

my father took out a

-Clank!

the drawer, my father slid it

green book, my father glanced at it for a second. A hint of nostalgia appeared in

I thought it was an attacking art, but after I put more thought into it, I figured that this book would

one last glance at the book, my

"Here"

within them. Whatever he was giving me, it was definitely precious

"...Thank you"

solemnly, I took the

never forget his

[★★★ Drifting steps]

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"Tssss..."

I needed. A movement

father, he had an all-knowing look. As though knew from the very beginning that

a guild master for

only watched me fight once, he could already detect what I was missing. With this movement art, my

rank...I could feel that I was only a

I was busy admiring the book, pointing at

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

being that it's against the rules as I would normally need to acquire the permission of the board before being allowed to even show you

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

the guild, I don't see the need for me to

father, Ronald Dover resolutely looked

around and in a solemn voice

a

"A branch?"

tilted my head

why set up

going to lead

"What!?"

at my father with wide

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

to operate a branch would mean that I wouldn't even

the streets below him,

this world, you're either a pawn or a

up a branch of a failing guild seems like a stupid idea, in reality, my goal isn't actually to set up a

subtle hint within his words, a sudden thought occurred to

"...you don't mean"

you to set up a

A mercenary group.

of talented unaffiliated individuals who do tasks for money. Be it killing certain monsters, villains, or corrupt individuals. They were the ones

with some being just as influential as some of the top

father was asking me to set up

hand on my

it's a

It was possible.

hard, it was

mercenary

two requirements to set up a mercenary

individual with a

a recommendation from a

a Hero certification as I had not yet graduated from the academy, with the recommendation

Creating my own organization...

did

an organization filled with people that I could

I thought about it, the more I started realizing

according to plans, rather than remaining passive, why not