Jack, who had his throat blown off, and Politon, who had his throat cut in half, fell down, and silence found in the dungeon. After 50 years of the Demon King's defeat, the altar seemed to have calmed down again after a brief disturbance. However · · · · · · · · · ·.

Tsutztsu.

Blood spilled from the fallen people on the altar began to make strange movements. Blood rushing like waves along the lines of the enchanted circle has slowly been absorbed into the enchanted circle. No, they didn't know because they were in such an urgent situation that they were fighting each other, but the Red Magic Clan painted with blood has been devouring blood spilled over the Magic Clan since the first time Galik fell. The sorcerer sucked out all the castles that remained in the fallen corpses, not just to swallow the blood that was spilled. The characters who were forcibly deprived of blood gradually became mummies.

Thug. Thug.

As the corpse's volume rapidly shrinks, helmet-like equipment plummets out around the body. Suddenly, the shrunken corpse and its glittering armor, and the magic group that had absorbed the blood, emitted a bright red light and created a peculiar atmosphere.

Zec.

The covetously bloodthirsty sorcerers begin to unleash a peculiar power. The mummified corpses, drained of blood, begin to be pushed out of the enchanted circle because of their power. The sorcerer pushes the corpses roughly, as if the predator had never had enough food to scrape away the leftover debris. But strangely enough, only four bodies were pushed out. I don't see the other one. All that was left was Jack's body.

Suzus.

Unlike the other four spheres that were pushed out of the enchantment, Jack's corpse was dragged to the center of the enchantment. Unlike the other four spheres that were completely mummified by blood, Jack's body was still alive. Jack's body was dragged up to the center table of the altar by the power of the intangible. Beyond that, an intangible force in the magic circle pulls Jack's head off the table. On the operating table, Jack's corpse was placed neatly on the stone table, just like a splint of his neck and body.

Woof.

There was a faint ringing on Jack's wrist. The ringing of the newborn Amagnan bracelet, wanting to announce its existence to the world, became increasingly loud. Something popped out of the bracelet when I thought it had reached its peak. It was a bead of life that sucked human life, with the description of the bead of life, Varel . The orb of life sprinkled the force of gravity as it spilled through the space of zero gravity, rising over Jack's corpse. Just as the vibrations of the bracelet are a demonstration of his actions, the beads of life resonate with strange elongated vibrations.

The light that flows from the enchantment grows stronger. At the same time, some of the letters and symbols that make up the magic circle began to rise slowly into the air. The shapes and letters that appeared to float in the air as if they had just been drawn into the blood were all made up of sticky red liquid. If anyone were to observe it, they would be appalled by its mystery and grotescence. The blood shapes begin to rotate around Jack's corpse. The Mage's red light grows stronger.

Bloop.

Something black began to flow from the beads of life that were floating on Jack's corpse. The fog, the tar, expands and completely envelops Jack's corpse. The condition lasted for a while. How long has it been? The blood-pattern floating through the air has begun to absorb into the black sphere emanating from the beads of life. Not so fast, the blood models that slowly came into contact with the black sphere melted into the black sphere as vaporized. As all the models that floated in the air were absorbed, the magic circle's light began to fade. At the same time, the black forces that were covering the center of the enchanted circle faded. About five minutes later, all the anomalies disappeared after the beads of life that were floating in the air fell into Jack's arms. On the stone table on the altar, where it was again static, only Jack's corpse was neatly laid. Surprisingly, however, there was not even a tiny sneeze as if his neck had fallen off at any point.

Sap. Sap.

You hear the sound of breathing. His character, who even came back to normal, breathes surprisingly. The resurrection from the dead. Surprisingly, Jack has returned to a state before he was completely dead.

Fusszec.

As if it were time to disappear, the bodies of the four spheres that had been pushed out of the enchanted camp disappeared into one or two dust. Along with him, Jack's character hides his tracks on the table, as if he had to wait for his owner to arrive.

About that time in New York, USA.

In this huge city, called America's largest city and economic capital, people's desires are always swirling. Manhattan, the center of the city of desire, and one of the world's financial centers, Wall Street, existed.

Golden Riggs.

A professional investment company that appeared like a comet 10 years ago and was quite famous on this floor for its continued success. Compared to other contested traditional companies, the success story was remarkable to the eye of other large companies. At the heart of that success was a man. A dominant figure who successfully set up Golden Riggs, an investment firm like that, on Wall Street, the center of global finance in 10 years.

David Martin.

A talented CEO who graduated from Harvard Business School first in his class, became the CEO of Golden Riggs and quickly grew the company into a world-class company with precise investment and business acquisition. It was already a cautious conclusion that it would become one of the legends of the Wall Street.

In a big building on the Wall. David Martin's office was overlooking the Manhattan landscape. As CEO of Golden Riggs, David was still working hard today to refine his business plan and grow the company. A mustache that looks like it has short blonde hair and a view. At middle-aged age, David's forehead had a crease, leaving strong traces of time. David suddenly raised his head as he looked at the stock price trends and the financial statements of companies he was interested in dealing with tablet PCs and computers.

"This is · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

David frowns in an awkward manner. Then I sighed a little.

"Your master has changed."

David rises from a high-quality chair made of rare leather. Then he approaches a large glass window that occupies one side of the office. I can see the hard-flowing Hudson River. The cruise ship was the Hudson River, which flowed freely, but David's eyes did not contain the beautiful river. His mind was tangled with complex thoughts. David turns around. Then I pressed the pager on the high-end desk.

A moment later, a beauty comes in with a black suit wrapped in a slender body in wave jeans. David's assistant.

"You wanted to see me?"

A cheerful voice echoes around you. Normally, he would have smiled and complimented her as a good voice, but it wasn't the case now.

"Do you have an important appointment in a week from now? A promise that would have catastrophic consequences for the company if you didn't."

"No, nothing like that has happened."

The secretary was troubled by an unexpected question. But the fierce pro tenacity that made her who she is, made it possible for her boss to give her the information she needed without giving her any trouble. David nods. Asking your secretary is just a matter of making sure. This week's schedule was already in his head.

"Thank goodness. Cancel them all and disconnect your ticket to South Korea. As soon as possible."

"The plane to Korea?"

"Yes, as soon as possible."

David emphasized, saying ‘as soon as possible’ again.

"But some important appointments are scheduled for a week. It is expected to be bad for the future of the company."

David was the CEO who always respected the opinions of his subordinates. That's why the secretary carefully expressed her opinion.

"Tell him I'll explain later with an apology. But if you're angry, you can't help it."

David said without saying a word. What's the big deal? Forget the important promises and fly to the other side of the world. The secretary cautiously questioned.

"Is this something I should know about?"

David blurted it out to his secretary.

"I'm going to meet our new owners."

David gestures at his secretary as if he won't answer any more questions. The secretary quietly opens the door and leaves. David turns his chair around and looks back out the window. The blue sky seemed to tease his complex mind.

'Mr. Kim Jin-seok. No, my new master. Who are you?'

David prayed thinking of a new owner who lives far away in a country called South Korea in Northeast Asia. Please be a proper owner.