The sound of urgent footsteps rang out, and a door was abruptly pushed open, following which a group of Yin spirits wearing crisp professional suits appeared at the entrance.

They were panting heavily, and their hair was slightly disheveled.

This was an extremely intricately constructed circular room that was brightly lit and had smooth marble flooring. Bookshelves that were constructed to fit the curvature of the walls were present all around the room, and the shelves were filled with scrolls. On the ceiling was a mural with strong religious elements, depicting death gods and humans roaming together over a cast rice field.

The decor and furniture in the room were all of a lavish ancient Europa style, and Borfis was seated behind the ornate wooden table at the very center of the room. He slid his golden wireframe glasses down the bridge of his nose slightly, then set down the goose feather quill in his hand and said, "The International Underworlds Energy Resource Association and the International Underworlds Trade Association are all parts of the Coalition of Underworlds. As the chief secretary of the Coalition of Underworlds, I believe I deserve a bit more respect than to be barged in on like this."

He leaned back in his chair and continued in a calm voice, "Even if I'm just a janitor, I'm still sitting in this chair, and I should be given the appropriate respect. Otherwise..."

"The second-generation forbidden arts startup module has appeared!"

Borfis's voice...