"Let’s finalize it. Get the guild officially up and running within a week."
Heads nodded. Fingers moved across keyboards, printers whirred, and signatures were stamped.
"Sir, we forgot to ask before you went missing. What do you want to call the guild?"
Nas for the guild ran through my mind. So many options flashed, nas that sounded grand, legendary, ones that could rival Phoenix, or any other big guild in the region.
I imagined sothing like Godlike, Dragon Tail, Supre Entities. Each was bold, flashy... but that wasn’t what I wanted.
What I wanted was sothing simple, low-key, and that resonated with .
"Degen Guild," I muttered.
The na drew mixed reactions. So raised eyebrows, others smirked, but no one questioned it.
By the ti the eting wrapped up, lunchti had already crept in. The long talk showed how fast corporate matters drained the hours.
Most of it was nonstop back and forth. No wonder triple-A gas took years to finish in my old world. There was more talking than actual work.
All that remained was the association’s signature.
"Mr. rcer, how about lunch? There’s a decent spot on the first floor, and we could bring our new receptionist. She just graduated and is still single."
Nearly choked on the water. The comnt made it sound like I’m an old uncle creeping on young won, which was absurd.
"Ahem." Cleared my throat. "No need for that. I already had sothing lined up after this. Just take care of the Association and update later."
click!
The door opened, and the three receptionists bowed their heads. Gave them a small smile before heading for my SUV.
As we drove toward another district, the city noise faded behind us.
Mountains rose on either side, their slopes dotted with trees that swayed gently in the breeze. I watched the road wind upward.
Then I saw it—Master Tang’s mansion, perched on the hill like it had always belonged there.
It has a different charm when seen in the dayti.
The Eastern-style architecture caught the sunlight just right. Golden rays danced across the tiled roof, and shadows traced the carved wooden beams. I slowed down to take it in.
Looking at it closely, I could almost imagine myself living there. The calm, the space, the quiet—everything about it made want to stay.
The stone lions at the gate seed to welco as if they had been waiting all along.
"Master rcer,"
Maids in white Eastern robes bowed their heads and led to another area, separated from the main house.
Unlike the last ti I was here, they guided to a gazebo in the middle of an artificial pond. A table inside was piled with food.
The Eastern-style setup had kneeling on mats at a short, wide table. Every dish looked almost too perfect—made wonder if they’d been prepared with so secret ingredients.
Still, I was in the mood to try sothing new, a delicacy I hadn’t tried before.
"Do you want so tea, Master rcer?" Another maid appeared, prettier than the rest.
Her kimono wasn’t plain white—it had black-and-white flowers woven across it. Her skin was pale, and a small mole under her eye made her even more morable.
She was probably around the sa age as Aunt Ellie, giving off a subtle, alluring "caring aunt" vibe.
"It’s made from the finest leaves," she carefully poured it.
When she finished, she sat in front of in a kneeling position.
"Please wait. Master Tang will be here soon," she said, bowing so low that her forehead almost touched the floor.
The submissive gesture stirred sothing in . Master Tang had trained his won well—no wonder he could read so easily. I should probably take a few pointers; Eastern culture likely played a big part in his thods.
Not just that—the way he trained his won was far more interesting. I should probably take so pointers from him . Eastern culture likely played a big part in it.
"Thank you, I’ll wait here."
She straightened and adjusted her kimono, giving a small, polite smile.
Roughly ten minutes later, the head of the house finally appeared. He wore his usual yellow robe that fell just past his knees, with an open black garnt underneath.
His signature cane and round aviator glasses completed the look.
"Kid, you look better than I rembered. What have you been eating to get this strong in just a few weeks?"
"Master Tang, you really like to joke around. It’s only natural that I’ve changed after what I experienced in the tower. Adapt and survive, right?"
He laughed heartily. "Hahaha, as expected of soone with a special physique. That tower must have liberated you. "
"I also heard that one of Mythical Rank S died there because of an incident, but..." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "Did you have sothing to do with it?"
I chuckled and took another sip. "I didn’t do anything. I pretended to be a nobody there, so I wasn’t even part of the raid team."
He nodded, though I could tell he didn’t fully buy it.
"So, why did you call ? I’m sure you have an important matter to discuss."
Master Tang smiled. "Let’s eat first."
We started with the food, savoring the flavors that clearly ca from rare ingredients.
As the dishes slowly disappeared, he poured us both sake, the warm liquid sliding smoothly down. We clinked our cups together lightly before taking slow sips.
Midway through, he smiled at across the low table. He leaned back slightly, fingers tapping the edge of the lacquered surface. It was clear he was about to shift the conversation.
"Kid, I have a surprise for you,"
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused. "What surprise?"
He chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "Rember our talk before?"
"What talk?"
"Oh, this will make you rember," he said, raising his hand casually. With a flick of his fingers, the paper-covered sliding door of the main house slid open.
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