On the ground floor, people moved steadily through the large glass entrance, their faces filled with anxiety and hoped.
For many, becoming a Seeker was the only way out of poverty. That was why almost everyone who awakened signed up right away, even though fighting monsters came with a very high chance of dying.
As I walked closer, I noticed many people wearing ties and coats, while others sported formal jackets.
These were recruiters. Their hungry eyes scanned the crowd, looking for potential targets.
"Hey kid, looking to register?" A balding man in a cheap suit stepped into my path. "I represent the Sharp Fang Guild. We offer great benefits for newcomers."
I brushed past him without a word. These vultures made their living poaching ignorant newbies for small-time guilds, earning commissions for each person they signed.
Big-time guilds, on the other hand, didn't need to lift a finger, unless it was for high-rankers, (B )Rank and above.
