The guild life of Anytng had begun.
Since only the master of the same sector could join the Silver Star Guild, Anytng was a temporary member. However, Saecheorom, the guild leader, did not particularly discriminate against him, giving him item distribution rights and assigning him the rank of a full guild member.
After all, the Silver Star Guild claimed that all members were equal, whether they were the guild leader or temporary members.
At least, on the surface.
“It seems our turn will never come around.”
In the temporary quarters on the second floor of the villa.
Velkist was skimming through the ledger.
“As far as I know, two people received resources yesterday. Yet, our turn is still last.”
“Ah, they were given priority due to urgent circumstances. There’s nothing we can do about it, right?”
“Do they think they are the only ones with urgent circumstances?”
“That’s true, but…”
Velkist and Jenna both looked at me.
Their expressions were asking what to do.
Receiving distribution rights was good.
But even after three days, our turn was still the last.
‘It’s because of those so-called vigilantes.’
Besides the woman from the other day, several vigilantes had taken others’ turn.
According to Adilang, they were heroes who had made significant contributions in capturing this ruin from PvP players and were practically the muscle of the Silver Star Guild.
Well, it made sense.
No matter how remote it is, there will always be PvP players approaching the ruins.
Jenna reported that during her reconnaissance around the ruin island, she spotted a pirate fleet lurking from afar.
They would attack the moment they saw any weakness. The woman’s words from yesterday, saying that if Silver Star Vigilantes weakened, enemies would invade, were not unfounded.
“An ideal paradise where everyone is equal and peaceful?”
Velkist sneered.
It was what Adilang had told us when introducing the Silver Star Guild.
“The talk of a person who knows nothing about the world. I can’t understand how they reached the 40th floor. Maybe they only faced easy missions.”
Velkist half-drew his sword from its sheath.
Then he looked at me with cold eyes.
“Let’s overturn it.”
“…”
“You should know better. This place is a mess. It’s full of hypocrites. The strong take everything. It has always been that way. How long do we have to play this child’s game? Isn’t that right, Archer?”
“Well, I…”
Jenna scratched her cheek.
“Isn’t the Master’s opinion more important than deciding among ourselves?”
“Ah, right. That annoying fellow. But isn’t he just your puppet anyway?”
“You’re the puppet. Watch your words.”
“My apologies.”
Velkist crossed his legs.
The reason I couldn’t make a decision.
It was because of Anytng.
Ultimately, the master overseeing Townia was Anytng.
How Anytng handled this incident would determine our future path.
Of course, even if I overturned this place, Anytng would not blame me.
At most, he would consult Loki’s email address.
I could just answer as Loki and cover it up appropriately.
‘Puppet.’
It wasn’t entirely wrong.
Most of the waiting room had flowed in the direction I wanted so far.
‘If I were the master…’
I would never get involved with a guild like this.
In some ways, it’s more troublesome than PVP guilds.
They choke you with pens instead of swords.
During my time as a master, I was marked for months on a major community site as a prime example of an ill-mannered user.
Until the misunderstanding was cleared, I had to fight countless users.
There are always such idiot people.
If they were PvP-oriented users, I could fight to my heart’s content, but dealing with these guys is quite tricky.
Unless they are masters with no future.
Anytng was a promising figure with a bright future.
“What would you do if you were the master?”
“I would endure it for now.”
“Endure? That’s not like you.”
“Could you fight two fronts?”
Capturing the ruins doesn’t end it.
If you’re marked as an ill-mannered master, many masters would simply invade your main base.
With the 50th-floor strategy ahead, it would be burdensome.
“But if they keep acting like this… would you still endure?”
I picked up the statue on the table.
A size that fits perfectly in one hand.
A finely crafted body.
Holding up two muscular legs.
It was the ‘Brave Warhorse Statue’ that Anytng had gifted me as a 45th-floor clear reward.
I was glad he gifted me this statue.
Just touching it brings peace of mind.
“Well.”
I said, rolling the statue in my hand.
I looked down at the sword sheath below my belt.
It wasn’t Bifrost, but it was a well-made longsword crafted with great care at the item workshop.
‘Well, for now…’
I should observe how things go here.
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