"These bastards..." Mathew’s jaw clenched as he read the mocking chats, and veins popped out on his forehead. He angrily smashed the laptop against the wall as his chest heaved up and down, his eyes bloodshot.

For the next minute, he started smashing everything in his room. The guards outside heard the commotion, looked at each other, and sighed. This had been an ongoing scenario in the family ever since he became an Awakener, and the Patriarch had ordered them to let him vent, as this was a side effect of the special unique power he had awakened from the game.

The servants who passed by his room shivered in pure terror and bolted in the opposite direction. No one wanted to attract the attention of the demon inside. Many servants had died due to his volatile temper, but the Hayes household members ignored their deaths as they considered them insignificant. If their deaths could help him gain better control of his power, they would offer more on a silver platter.

"Huff... Huff..." Mathew panted heavily as he felt rationality return to his mind. He looked around the destroyed room with a frown and rubbed his temples. "Not again... this is the 20th time in the last 3 days."

He had been trying to control his anger since he had gained the Berserker Warlock bloodline and had made significant progress; otherwise, he would have killed a few servants to vent his rage. He did not care about their lives but felt it was beneath his station to stain his hands with the blood of inferior people.

"Those guys are too much... it’s because of that bastard NPC." Mathew felt anger rise again, but this time it was normal. He had already set a bounty on Frost Eye at $200 million, but no one took it—not even the dark guilds, which were famous for hunting players.

He picked up his phone, and after a few seconds, the other side picked up the call.

"Young Master Mathew, how may we be of service?" the family bank said.

"Increase the bounty to $2 billion," Mathew said without hesitation.

The other side seemed too shocked to speak for a couple of seconds and replied hesitantly, "Young Master Mathew, I don’t think even $2 billion would be enough to make them take up the task. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, just do it," Mathew said, somewhat annoyed. He knew there was only a slim chance, but what if some lunatic took it? His aim was not to kill him but to harass him constantly so that he would find it unbearable. He knew no one could kill him—even he had failed when he used the full might of the Crimson Lion Guild, not to mention with the addition of the dark guilds. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I understand," the other side said.

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Roshfield Household

Currently, a young blonde-haired man with a pair of deep blue irises and long golden hair reaching his shoulders was reading a post on the player forum from a large screen mounted on the wall, with an amused smile.

He was handsome, and his body was neither scrawny nor bulky. His muscles were perfectly streamlined, and his overall toned figure was the dream of many women.

"That Mathew really has a short and petty temper, Young Master Regal," a man in a butler uniform said with a sneer.

[Breaking News! The leader of the Crimson Lion Guild, Mathew Hayes, has increased the bounty on Faceless from $200 million to $2 billion! Any player who could kill the NPC will become filthy rich overnight]

"I expected that; he was already like this, and I heard he awakened a new Warlock Bloodline which makes him prone to anger—what do you expect?" Regal said with a sneer.

"What about that guy Faceless, has he responded to the offers?" Regal looked at the butler and asked.

"Unfortunately not; not only ours, but he has also not responded to the other families’ offers." Hearing this, he frowned; he wanted desperately to make contact, as he was sure he had some method to level up fast, otherwise reaching Level 100 was impossible. If it was an item, he was willing to pay billions to rent it.

"It’s a shame; if we knew his real identity, we could have kidnapped him and tortured him to spill his secrets," the butler said with a sigh. Regal did not refute him, as the other families would do the same; if they were not part of the Eight Great Families, they were treated as insignificant creatures—even some billionaires.

"Anyway, let’s put the matter of Faceless aside; tell me the reaction of players and the impact after the announcement for recruitment of the Angel Wing Guild," Regal said with an ugly expression, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Young Master Regal, it’s as we predicted—the players are flocking in droves to apply to join the Angel Wing Guild, and many of the players we had set our sights on have applied to join their guild. Also, some who applied to join our own guild have canceled their applications; it’s not just us—the others are the same," the butler said in a grim tone.

Regal’s hand clenched into a fist, and he took a deep breath. He had already anticipated this; even he would join a guild led by the top three players excluding Faceless, not to mention those ordinary players. He shuddered at what would have happened if Faceless were the leader of the guild; he was sure even his own members would leave and join them if that were the case.

"I see, keep monitoring the changes; leave now," Regal said as he dismissed the butler.

After the butler left, his face darkened as he clenched his fist, which turned into magma that dripped onto the floor, creating a hole in it.

"Damn that bitch Olivia, I will soon kill you, and even that Faceless—I will let no one stand in my way to become the strongest."