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In this world, there was only one thing that mattered: power. Damien of Dominion had understood this early in his life. One could either exploit others or be exploited themselves.
With the Tower appearing, he had relentlessly trained until he had become one of the most powerful Rankers. This power had allowed him to become the left hand of their guild leader, a true conqueror.
Sadly, the current world was too peaceful for them to make a move. It would only end up with them being destroyed, their enemies ganging upon them. It made him sick to see all these weaklings believe themselves to be his equal.
Today especially infuriated him. They had sent a fucking weakling to welcome him! He had almost killed the bastard, but he had managed to rein his urges in. He had to remain low-key for now.
