I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I was born into House Bednicker, but unfortunately for me, this family was insane.

They judged people based solely on their skills and accomplishments, and the direct bloodline was no exception.

Their tendency for exclusion was extreme even when compared to the other houses. It was so extreme that the family head would even send a collector after his own son.

But what was a collector?

“C-c-c-collector...! Ahh...”

“Hieek! I didn’t do anything!”

The servants standing around the room all screamed and fell into panic. One servant went pale as if he had just seen a ghost, while another looked like they might froth at the mouth and collapse any second.

It was a natural reaction if you had heard a rumor or even a crumb of information about the collectors that roamed House Bednicker.

Bednicker’s executors, the teeth of the Lord of Blood and Iron, hunting dogs... They were called a lot of names, but most regularly, they were called collectors because their mission was to collect things.