Chapter 93: The Female President, Werewolf
At Old Oak Cafe, in the meeting room.
The chandelier overhead cast a dim glow, barely illuminating the faces of those present.
Over fifty attendees sat in silence, each wearing a mask.
There were smiling faces, traditional painted masks, animal heads, ritual designs, and ghostly features.
Their attire was equally strange.
Cyberpunk, street dance outfits, classic clothing, casual wear, and even old 1980s military gear—all reflecting their innermost identities.
It felt like a gathering of chaotic souls on the fringes of society.
Many here had never seen the rumored president.
It was said that she had appeared only twice.
Once, to preside over a mercenary meeting.
And another time, to crush the Skeleton King.
The notorious monster, known far and wide, was defeated by the president with an overwhelming display of power.
The president had not yet arrived; the main seat remained empty.
No one dared to speak. The atmosphere was tense.
Suddenly, a seductive figure appeared in the empty main seat.
A fiery woman dressed in leather pants, leather jacket, and high-heeled boots, with a dog-head mask, as if she had always been there.
The new mercenaries were slack-jawed in shock.
The president of the Mercenary Guild was such a striking woman!
How did she appear out of thin air?
Was this the president's magic?
The veteran mercenaries, however, frowned.
This woman wasn't the president. The president wore a Crying Ghost King mask.
Could it be that the president wasn't just one person?
The thought filled the veteran mercenaries with a shared sense of dread.
The appearance of Yvette only added to the enigma surrounding the Mercenary Guild in the eyes of the older members, instilling greater reverence.
Yvette rose slowly, leaning casually against the podium.
Her bold leather outfit accentuated her ample figure.
Her captivating gaze swept over the crowd of over fifty people.
Their eyes were uniform—all filled with awe.
The veteran mercenaries promptly stood, bowing respectfully to Yvette.
The new mercenaries, not wanting to appear rude, imitated their elders and bowed as well.
A slight smile curved Yvette's lips, her sultry voice escaping her red lips:
"I am Werewolf. I hereby declare the second meeting of the Bluewater Mercenary Guild open."
"Each of you here has qualified to become intermediate mercenaries, granting you the right to attend this meeting."
"First, let's go over a few rules."
Yvette, the eldest daughter of a powerful family, was clearly overqualified for merely managing a cafe.
Today, her aura was fully unleashed, intimidating these formidable mercenaries.
In the meeting room, she stood like a queen.
When Yvette finished outlining the Mercenary Guild's rules, she retrieved over a dozen masks from behind the podium.
Each mask bore dried bloodstains.
Everyone knew what these masks represented.
They symbolized the death of more than a dozen mercenaries.
Yvette casually tossed the masks onto the table before her and said:
"Anyone who violates the Mercenary Guild's rules will be expelled.
These are the losers who were expelled."
"The guild has a personnel department responsible for handling such matters."
One of the mercenaries, seeing this display, began to sweat profusely.
Nervously, he licked his chapped lips.
Today, he had broken a guild rule—he had exposed the guild.
This mercenary, known as "Lone Wolf," worked in underground construction as a laborer.
The job was deadly for ordinary people, as the pressure underground was immense, and regular people would easily perish.
Only someone like Lone Wolf, with an awakened F-grade strength ability, could handle it.
However, even as an awakened individual, he sustained varying degrees of injury each time he went underground.
But Lone Wolf accepted this gladly.
The pay was high, and he needed the money.
Lone Wolf had a girlfriend from his old neighborhood, practically a childhood sweetheart.
When she failed her awakening during her senior year of high school, she cried and insisted on going to college.
But in this world, only the wealthy could afford college.
The high tuition fees were a barrier for ordinary people.
To fulfill his girlfriend's dream, Lone Wolf gritted his teeth, giving up a stable security job at a major company and instead risking his life working in deep well construction.
He took on the burden of her tuition fees.
The work was exhausting, but every time Lone Wolf thought of his girlfriend, who had become the campus beauty at her new university, he couldn't help but grin like a fool.
When he bragged about his girlfriend, his coworkers would mock him, calling him delusional.
How could a muddy construction worker, covered in three pounds of dirt after every shower, have such a beautiful girlfriend?
Moreover, his girlfriend was now a prestigious college student!
Lone Wolf had a rough night after that and, feeling defiant, took a day off to visit his girlfriend's university.
From outside the campus walls, he caught a glimpse of her.
She looked stunning!
Her beauty had a sweet yet alluring charm, leaving him spellbound.
Who would have thought that the plain girl from the old neighborhood would blossom into someone so fashionable and lovely?
He wanted to surprise her with a greeting.
But he watched as she fell into another guy's arms.
The guy was handsome, well-dressed, refined.
Lone Wolf felt devastated, trying to rationalize that maybe it was just a friendly greeting, something more open among college students.
Then, he watched them get into a car together, and he followed them to a hotel.
Standing outside their room, he heard things he shouldn't have.
So that's what her voice sounded like.
Lone Wolf's world shattered.
That night, he sat on the curb, downing beer after beer.
He had given up a decent job to pay for her college.
For three years, he had risked his health in the wells, his awakened strength slowly deteriorating.
And this was the outcome.
He wanted to confront her, but he felt ashamed, knowing it would only add insult to injury.
In the depths of his despair, an ad popped up on his phone.
"Do you crave power? — Mercenary Guild"
Lone Wolf joined as a mercenary and, through sheer luck, became one of the rare super fruit mercenaries.
At first, he followed the Mercenary Guild's rules, never exposing his identity beneath the mask.
But he could no longer hold it in.
Yesterday, his ex-girlfriend found him, laying everything out. She even returned his college payments from the last two years, with an extra twenty thousand as interest.
Then, she said they were even, and left to celebrate with her new lover.
Lone Wolf was filled with bitterness.
Was it really settled?
Conventionally speaking, he'd invested sixty thousand over three years and got back eighty thousand with interest, so yes, it was financially even.
But had he truly been repaid?
And where did the money come from? Wasn't it from her new lover?
Had he really spent all those years nurturing a girlfriend for someone else?
Furious, Lone Wolf donned his mask, tracked down the guy at a hotel, and gave him a severe beating.
It felt amazing.
In front of his unfaithful ex and her new lover, he unleashed his powerful C-class strength.
Seeing their terrified expressions, Lone Wolf felt invincible.
Overcome with emotion, he removed his mask in front of them, giving his ex one last shock.
Then, with a casual facade, he turned and left, heading toward Old Oak Cafe.
Leaving his ex with a mysterious and unforgettable figure.
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