SLAM—

The door to the guildmaster’s office burst open. Uijae dragged himself in and collapsed onto the couch without a word. Face-down on the leather seat, arms sprawled, he looked like a wooden puppet dropped mid-pose. Minggijeok followed behind, pushing up his sunglasses and immediately launching into a lecture.

“Thirty-four seconds have passed since you flopped down like that, customer. There is still much to be done.”

“…What now…”

Minggijeok scrolled rapidly through the tablet in his arms. His monotone voice began listing tasks like an automated scheduler.

“Let’s begin with the urgent items. The research team requested your presence in Incheon—they seem to have made progress. Also, due to the recent rift activity, the Rift Management Bureau contacted us for a visit. A few subcontractor guilds have also requested meetings.”

“…….”