Choi Yeonseung yawned and looked around. Hunters were sitting comfortably in the large space. Some people were already talking to each other while others were sitting alone, seemingly not wanting to talk at all. There were also a few who weren’t hunters. Magic power couldn’t be felt from ordinary people who hadn’t awakened, after all.

‘Reporters, broadcasters... Is that a clan scout?’

Agents and clan scouts were known to be persistent and tenacious in the industry. That was only natural, considering they had to deal with obstinate hunters that did as they liked! People sitting in seats were frowning and either tapping on their laptops or on their smartphones.

“Ah, Team Leader. Why are you sending someone a message to say that a great hunter will appear in the qualifiers?”

“You must be having a hard time as well.  I will give you a word of advice. If you wait, the participants will be filtered out... Hey. This is the first time I’m seeing your face. Where did you come from?”

“I’m from a clan.”

“Ah. A clan scout? That will be tough as well. We just have to pay for an article, but you have to come up with something.”

The man, Cuepi, nodded, but he had complicated thoughts. 

‘That measurer bastard... He didn’t deceive me, did he?’

He was a scout for the Ambitus c...