"Assassins... I'd only ever heard of them. Apparently they really exist."

"They're dangerous bastards. They use something like lost ancient sorcery."

"I think we'll need bodyguards who can legally carry guns."

"Please register the staff of the Korean security firm as mercenaries. I'll need to bring them along when I go abroad."

"Not just register them—they'll need training too. Korean mercenaries are skilled, but they need to keep handling firearms."

"I'll have them sent to the States."

"Leave it to me."

CEO Han Jin-ung and his bodyguards would have to step up their training.

In Korea, they couldn't practice with firearms as much as they liked.

Big events were obviously waiting for me in the near future.

"And expand the intelligence network. Spend whatever you need."

"Agreed. I've been sensing something suspicious in the air lately."

"On Wall Street?"

"The infighting behind the scenes is fierce. The feud between the House of Child's main line and its branch lines is getting worse."

We were on the plane home.

Robert had brought a large private jet.

Earth was the best after all.

Tearing down the road in a supercar was a bigger thrill than galloping across a plain on horseback.

I'll pass on the other world, where you never know when a monster's going to jump out.

Sseogeok, sseogeok.

I cut my steak as we talked.

The juices were perfect.

He'd even brought a skilled chef along.

In the other world, I'd thought I was going to die without ever spending the money I'd made on Earth.

The old saying was right on the money.

Hoard everything and never know how to spend it, and it all turns to shit.

A well-aged wine and a thick steak were a match made in heaven.

Just thinking about life in the other world, where I'd risked my life for a scrap of meat, made me shudder.

Luckily, I had no trauma about killing.

To me, the orcs and the Assassins were the same.

I had no intention of protecting the lives of people who took other lives lightly.

I'd gotten plenty of karma…