Gillian entrusted the rest of his work to his employees and got off the helicopter. Steven Johansen, the secretary general of the association, was at the landing site, waiting for him. He was the acting president in the absence of association president Lee Tae-Han and all the other directors. They had not met before, but they acted as if they had known each other for a while.

The secretary-general climbed onto the cart and took hold of the handle.

“We have a place to go. There are instructions left by the King of Hell. Please let your bodyguards step back before that. There are many things I need to inform you in detail.”

As Gillian gave a glance, the bodyguards instantly backed off.

“There are no remaining Awakened. It is not an exception even for the unregistered Awakened. There is no doubt that we are the only ones left on the mainland.”

The secretary general’s tone was extremely polite. A strange excitement was detected on his face as well. He did not look like someone who had tasted fear.

Gillian noticed that he had been invited as a club member.

“When was it?” Gillian asked.

“It...