The mercenary was called Moose because of his large physique. It had been over three months since he entered outer space, and everything he had seen and heard in the land of Whirlpool went beyond what he could have imagined.

“Apparently, there was a hearing for the King of Hell on the 25th of last month.”

Despite being accustomed to surprising events, Moose was shocked by the news his subordinate delivered. It was as appalling as witnessing a vampire.

While assisting his subordinate in unloading supplies, Moose’s face contorted in disgust, as if he had just taken a bite of rotten food.

“I understand your concern, but Earth is fine. The King of Hell seemed to have dealt with it.”

“He kept his temper in check?” asked Moose.

“I checked multiple times because it was different from what I had heard.”

The subordinate calmly recounted the events leading up to the hearing. By the time his explanation ended, all the boxes of supplies and materials that had been loaded on the truck were on the ground. Moose sat on one of the boxes, unbuttoning his uniform shirt.

He unconsciously shifted his gaze toward the east where the city of vampires was. It was a dangerous area. To be precise, it was a region ruled by ‘Osiris,’ who was recognized as the Lord of Fear even among the Awakened,...