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."