The fate of the weak

The Poisonous Swamp Human Station was eerily deserted. The usual chaos—the shouting of traders, the clashing of weapons, the desperate haggling of newcomers—had vanished.

Instead, all eyes turned toward a single hotel, where whispers of the Red-Caped Demon's last sighting spread like wildfire.

The Flowing Swamp Organization's leader, a ruthless Gold-ranker, had dropped everything to handle this personally.

He wasn't just angry. He was out for blood.

Beneath the calm atmosphere of the station, a strong undercurrent surged. The faces of Awakeners with non-existent backgrounds had darkened.

They felt the Red-Caped Demon was being treated this way because he was just like them. A commoner.

"Tch! These Flowing Swamp organization people are too arrogant."

"Yeah, you're right. I think they want to make an example out of the Red-Caped Demon so that in the future no one dares to defy them again."