Neonkilz

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He sees all and knows all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while all other choices lead to doom. The seer's words are absolute.
How might you recognize him you ask...?
There have been rumors of this man who wears all black. He wears from a Black Hermit Hat to black robes draped with thin black silk. And his eyes shine a clean crimson glare when provoked. He also carries a Demonic Black Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young.

Murim Is Cringe

>Gah, only Greed would understand me. Can't I just take him?< the Seer thought, frustration bubbling within him as he continued flipping through the pages of potential candidates.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot. I am aware of your...needs, and I apologize that I cannot grant you your wish," Greed apologized, well aware of what the Seer was about to ask, given the context and their close understanding.

The Seer went back to flipping the pages with a disappointed gaze, uninterested in all the candidates.

He sat in the captain's office within the barracks, sifting through the profiles. Each flip of the page felt like a heavy sigh, echoing his growing impatience. None of the names or profiles seemed to impress him. Greed stood nearby, observing the Seer's frustration.

The Seer Will Get A Dragon. But First A Subordinate.