Isolde excused Isaac and invited the guild master into her office. She blinked when Johan, the guild master of the Gate Defender’s Guild, walked in through the door.
Garbed in a suit tailored to his frame, the guild master made his way toward Isolde. When he got close to the desk, he smiled softly. "Sorry to trouble you, Lady Selyne."
Isolde raised an eyebrow and tapped the table. "You may sit."
Johan sat down. ’She’s something else. I’ve seen what Eliza has become as a Titled god, and I thought she was already a goddess on par with Selyne, but now, seeing her in the flesh, I might have been wrong.’
He thought inwardly. Those golden tear marks flawlessly etched on her face, and those long, delicate eyelashes drew one into her mesmerizing eyes.
She sat there so calmly, like she wasn’t before one of the top-ranking men in the country.
Clearing his throat, Johan composed himself. Unfortunately, Arthur found this talent before he did.
"I would like to borrow your husband." Johan’s demand made Isolde raise an eyebrow.
"What for?" Isolde asked, her posture shifting to a more rigid one. That demand wasn’t what she expected.
Johan’s eyes narrowed. "We all know how rare and unpredictable purple gates are, but lately, a purple gate has been appearing repeatedly on 59th Street Bridge. It’s been like this for the past week, appearing at different parts of the bridge and taking people who haven’t returned."
He sighed heavily. "Some freelancers have also gone in, but no one has returned. Queens city, as we know it, might be in a critical state if that bridge is shut down for too long."
During the apocalypse, New York City collapsed, and each borough, after being rebuilt, became individual cities as they once were. Staten Island, which had the least population before the apocalypse, was now second only to Manhattan.
Brooklyn was the smallest due to its freelancing culture that never left until the crisis came and wiped out their progress over the century, taking countless lives and a great number of infrastructures that would take decades to rebuild.
Queens was just behind Manhattan. It was only recovered after Manhattan gained stable footing, but Queens City lacked prominent families like the Bane Family and the Fourth Strongest Family.
Staten Island had the Pendragon dungeon, which was one of the major reasons it was so dense.
Manhattan was the first to be rebuilt, and people flocked toward where it was safer, and that tilt made Manhattan City not just the leading city in the country, but also in the entire world.
"It seems you’re the only one concerned." Isolde replied.
"We can clear this dungeon; people’s lives will be affected if we don’t. The Gate Defender’s Guild will form our best team and enter the gate with Godfrey. Without him, we’ll just be marching in to be slaughtered."
Johan brought his other hand to the table as he shifted. "There are lots of powerful people in the world right now, but being a paragon, a progenitor, or a Titled god just means we’ve officially become resources; walking storage of mana, just as rewarding as a dungeon and, in a way, less dangerous than a dungeon with an unknown, usually unfavorable terrain. If Godfrey does this, he’ll gain a leverage."
’He’s right. We are more vulnerable and more of a prize the stronger we get. If things keep up this way, Titled gods will hunt Titled gods; Progenitors would do the same. It will be humans killing humans for the same reason we killed beasts.’
"It’s all to make the competition better. Can’t outsmart the Mana Tree, can we? It discovered the best way to make it interesting for those who have grown to certain levels was to give them resources to one another," Johan added.
"If the raid succeeds, the core of the boss would belong to Godfrey. Although I would love to purchase it at any price."
Isolde raised an eyebrow. ’I knew there had to be something in it for himself.’

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