Woojin mused, “Should I make one? Or should I steal one?”

Sunggoo flinched, “S-steal one? You can’t do that.”

Woojin sighed, “I guess I have to make one.”

Sunggoo decided to err on the side of silence, “…….”

“You should find out how to make one first.” Woojin continued. 

Sunggoo had no idea how to respond to his boss. A guild wasn’t something like a club that could be made on a whim.

He valiantly rallied, “I probably won’t be able to go outside since there are a lot of reporters out there.”

Woojin turned to look at him, “Sunggoo.”

“Yes, boss?”

Woojin’s voice was matter of fact, “You can’t hide from them for the rest of your life. It would be better for you to get used to ignoring the attention early on, so you can get along with your life.”

Sunggoo blinked, “What? I thought boss didn’t want any attention?”

Woojin’s face creased in confusion, “I did?”

On Alphen, Woojin’s every movement and whim were of great concern to everyone on the continent. It was only natural for people to be interested in him. As a result, he wasn’t even the slightest bit excited or repulsed by the media’s attention. 

Should he live the life of an average middle class citizen?

Nonsense. Trahnet was digging a tunnel through subway station dungeons to take over Earth.

He replied, “So what if my face becomes famous? There are things you can prevent in this world, and there are things you shouldn’t block.”

Sunggoo acquiesced, “Well, that is true.”

His boss normally seemed immature, but he always had the right words for weird situations like this....