Changing the atmosphere of an entire Dungeon was no easy feat.
‘It can only happen when there is a change in the Dungeon owner’s condition, and most owners capable of synchronizing a Dungeon as though it were part of themselves would be monsters of above-average strength….’
Thinking that, Kang Seodam looked at ‘Seo Gio’ before him.
“May I ask you a question?”
“Yes, of course. What would you like to know?”
“…Are you currently acting as a Hunter?”
It was a question asking whether cooperation was possible now that he was pretending to be human.
‘…I hope that didn’t sound too insolent.’
Kang Seodam still could not meet Gio’s eyes and looked only at his lips. Those lips, curved into a perfectly gentle arc, parted calmly with a kindness so profound it felt alien.
“Come to think of it, my introduction is overdue. I am Seo Gio, a Hunter of the Collectors Guild.”
“…Is that so?”
Thinking back, Kang Seodam remembered that the white-haired Hunter who had remained by Gio’s side throughout the initiation ceremony had definitely belonged to the Collectors. The man had left a strong impression because, unusually, he was an underground Hunter rather than an officially registered one.
‘Then is he currently receiving help from the Collectors Guild? It is rare for a god to make such an effort to blend in among humans.’
Even for a being who had become a god after once being human, acquiring Divinity meant relinquishing one’s humanity. When it came to adapting to humans and their society in various ways, accepting the aid of a capable group like this was another form of divine amusement.
‘More importantly, if it is the Collectors… that is…