Chapter 12
Now that the living situation was sorted, the next step was officially establishing a guild.
Hyun Dowoon had already taken care of the necessary paperwork, so all that was left was choosing a name. And yet, this naming thing turned out to be a lot harder than I expected.
“What should I call it?”
Lying on the couch I’d set up in the office-slash-lounge, I’d been stuck for over two hours, still unable to decide.
There were hundreds of guilds across the country, all varying wildly in size. The Yesung Guild, led by Kwon Taehyuk, was the largest by far, with a massive number of Hunters under its banner.
The guild I’d been a part of before regression—“Circle”—wasn’t big by any stretch. In fact, it was on the smaller end. Every year in the guild rankings, it consistently placed just below the mid-tier ones.
The number of Hunters barely scratched past twenty. But I’d never once hated being there.
‘If anything, that’s what made it great.’
Everyone was kind and warm-hearted. Especially the Guild Leader and Ryu Sunghyun—they looked out for me the most.
Those two always apologized for the guild’s lack of power, but neither I nor anyone else had ever felt ashamed of being part of it. That’s the kind of people they were—people who stood their ground and died fighting the Catastrophe at the frontlines.
“They could’ve just run.”
It was a small, weak guild. If one like that dropped out, nobody would’ve cared.