“You must have quite the nerve to come here on your own.” For a brief moment, the family head was caught off guard, but he quickly regained his composure.0

After thinking it over, he realized that this development wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it was rather convenient. Their target had walked right into their den, saving them the trouble of hunting him down. One could even say that this worked in their favor.0

With that in mind, the family head leaned back into his chair, regarding Ketal with a relaxed expression.0

He’s quite big, the family head thought. It wasn’t the brutish, excessive kind of muscle—rather, it was as if he were a perfectly sculpted statue.0

The family head narrowed his eyes. Not only had Ketal taken down Lockbird, but he had also managed to infiltrate the building without being noticed. He was clearly a formidable opponent. A glint of intrigue flickered across the man’s face.0

“Barbarian. Have you ever considered joining us?” the family head asked.0

“What?” Lockbird’s eyes widened in shock. The family head casually waved a finger, signaling him to remain silent. Lockbird clenched his jaw and held his tongue.0

Ketal raised an eyebrow at the unexpected proposition. “You want me to join you?”0

“We are the devoted servants of the Great Grotesque.” The family head spoke in a low, reverent tone. “He will grant true freedom to this world, restoring it to its original form. The corrupted order of today will be undone, and in the world...0