Another grand party.
Vensalor Guild, along with their allied guilds, had arranged an extravagant celebration—one last night of revelry before the end of their gathering on the Eternal Challenge.
As always, they had rented out an entire luxury restaurant, making it an exclusive gathering just for them. Live music played in the background, the finest food was served without restraint, and the atmosphere was electric with victory.
Glasses were raised.
"TO BROKEN!"
The guild erupted into cheers, chanting his na. Leon—Broken—had not only won the tournant but had also been crowned MVP of the entire competition. It was a massive win for him and for the Vensalor Guild as a whole.
Even beyond the party, his victory was still being discussed everywhere. Online forums buzzed with speculation about what had truly happened in the final monts of his battle against Frostedge. Theories ranged wildly, with many suspecting it had sothing to do with his Demon Beast, but no one knew for certain.
Regardless, this win had changed things for him.
Not only had he secured prize money, but thanks to Ronal and the Destroyer team, multiple sponsorship deals had co his way.
The total amount when he saw it?
Unbelievable.
With just a little more, he would be able to fully realize sothing he had been discussing with Freya for so ti now—his own place.
In fact, Freya had already been scouting potential properties for him. She had found several promising options and had taken charge of the negotiations entirely.
And now? The finishing touches were already being worked on. In three to four months, he would be moving into his new ho.
Though… calling it a ho felt a bit strange. Because the building he had chosen wasn't just an apartnt or a house—it was a 20-story building at the edge of the city.
It was slightly away from the bustling center, but still close enough to everything important. The interior design and room layouts were still a work in progress, but he already had a vision for it.
A gaming floor, equipped with multiple capsule devices so more people could play alongside him.
A training room, built specifically for physical workouts and reflex training.
And on the ground floor—a café. Not really for business, but a personal space where he could sit, relax, and unwind whenever he needed a break.
It was all coming together.
And then, London—with his usual over-the-top confidence—dropped another surprise.
"I'm buying a building near yours," he declared casually. "Gotta have a place to crash when I visit the city."
Leon barely had ti to react before Euna and Booyoung jumped in as well.
"Actually, we're thinking of getting a place nearby too," Euna added.
And then, one by one, more of their friends started chiming in.
Apparently, several of them were now considering moving close to Leon as well.
Leon stared at them, baffled.
This bunch of rich people…
Was buying an entire building really such an easy decision for them?
They were literally discussing multi-million-dollar purchases in between bites of expensive steak and rounds of laughter.
Leon could only shake his head.
This… was absolutely insane.
***
As soon as the dinner party ended, Leon made his way to a nearby café, where soone was already waiting for him.
It was Olivia.
He hadn't had the chance to talk to her much lately, having spent most of his ti at the tournant venue or logged into the ga. Now, finally, they had a mont.
"Congrats! You're famous now," Olivia said casually, her straight black hair falling neatly over her shoulders as she smirked at him.
Leon leaned back in his chair. "Have you considered joining my alliance yet?" he asked just as smoothly.
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "When did I ever say I'd do that, huh? Just because you're a big shot now, you think you can convince ?"
"I don't think I've changed at all, you know that."
Olivia let out a small laugh, tilting her head down slightly as her laughter blended into the café's background music.
"So… why did you ask to et you tonight?" she asked, eyes flicking back up to him. "Have you started missing that much?"
Leon smiled and nodded. "I miss exploring Hell with you."
"That was fun…" Olivia mused, then leaned forward slightly. "Interested in going back?"
"Will you tell how to get there on my own?"
She paused, considering his words.
"What are you looking for in Hell?" Olivia's tone shifted slightly, becoming more serious. "You do realize you're famous down there too now, right? Ever since the King of Hell revealed himself in the Dissidia Kingdom, you think the demons won't co after you if you step into their domain?"
Leon dodged the question.
"So, are you going to tell how to get there or not?"
Olivia tapped her finger against the table, thinking.
"That's a tough one… That information is exclusive to my guild, so I can't give you an answer right now. But—" she paused before smirking, "—if you want to visit, we can always schedule a trip together."
Then, her gaze sharpened slightly. "What exactly are you planning to do there?"
Leon had his reasons.
First, he needed to expand his search for Ivana. The sudden appearance of the Demon Hand near the dragonkin had happened right after Ivana regained her Dragon Form. Sothing about it felt… off.
He had a hunch.
A feeling that High Elves and Demons were connected in so way.
And second—
He wanted to hunt more Nad Demons.
Every Nad Demon he killed unlocked new abilities in his Demon Shift. Who knew what kind of skills he could gain if he took down even more of them?
"Kill more Nad Demons," he answered simply.
Olivia's lips curled into a smirk.
"Interesting," she murmured.
Olivia fell silent for a mont, as if carefully choosing her words. There was sothing on her mind—sothing she was debating whether or not to share.
"I have a quest… just like I ntioned before."
Leon imdiately recalled what she had told him in the past.
Olivia had a major quest, one that promised sothing incredibly valuable—most likely a Legendary-grade class. But she had never shared the full details with him.
"And that quest…" She hesitated again before continuing. "Requires to visit Hell more frequently."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "You need to kill sothing?"
"Yes…" Olivia admitted. "But I can't tell you what."
Leon nodded, not pushing for more.
So things were better left undisclosed—at least for now.
That night, their conversation ended there.
***
As the night deepened, Leon drove back to his place. Sitting in the passenger seat beside him was Freya, who was staying at the sa hotel for the night. It was the perfect chance to discuss sothing that had been on his mind—Ivana.
He had already gone over this with Maylon, and now, it was ti to hear Freya's thoughts.
And, as expected, her intuition led her to the sa conclusion.
"For so reason, I feel like Vallrick has the answers."
Leon's grip on the wheel tightened slightly.
Vallrick.
That mysterious man… the one who turned out to be the Pride Champion.
Could his quest actually be connected to all of this?
After all, why had he been given the mission to hunt down The Demon Hand?
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