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"Hey, how are you doing?"

Radmilo, who was sitting with other people, immediately looked up when he heard someone\'s voice. It turned out to be the young man who helped him. He replied as he smiled, "I\'m fine. Thanks for helping me."

"It\'s my duty as a hunter." The young man smiled and sat down beside Radmilo. He was gasping for air, with wounds all over his body.

"Your wound is very serious. You need to get treatment immediately," Radmilo said, pretending to be worried.

"It\'s only a minor wound to me. The injured townspeople need the help of the healers more."

"Okay, I can\'t force you because you have a kind heart. May I know your name? I want to know the name of my savior."

The young man smiled sweetly as he stretched out his hand. "I\'m Carl Iversen from the Tasmanian Devil guild. And what\'s your name?"

"I\'m Radmilo Laiv. I\'m not a hunter. Nice to meet you." Radmilo accepted Carl\'s hand.

"Nice to meet you, too. I hope we can be good friends."

When Radmilo was about to answer, several people suddenly came up to him, to be more precise towards Carl. They were the townspeople who said thank you. Their expressions showed how much they respected Carl.

That meant Carl Iversen was an influential person in this city. In his previous life, Radmilo did not follow the growth of this city because he was brought by the world government to train. He did not know how Carl\'s life was, but he knew about the Tasmanian Devil guild.

After awakeners appeared, guilds naturally also appeared. People who still have power and wealth follow the government to create guilds. Currently, there were two types of guilds, namely official guilds from the government and officious guilds from private companies.

The Tasmanian Devil Guild was one of the officious guilds from Australia. In the future, the guild would be included in the list of the strongest officious guilds in the world. Unfortunately, Radmilo had never heard of Carl Iversen from the Tasmanian Devil guild. It meant Carl had died, so his name was slowly forgotten.

"I have to go now," Carl suddenly spoke, breaking Radmilo\'s thoughts. Then he stood up and continued, "I have to report to the team leader now. If we meet again, you must greet me because we are already friends!"

Radmilo hastily stood up to grab Carl\'s hand. "Can I join your guild? I\'m an immigrant and don\'t know where to go after this city is destroyed."

Carl did not immediately agree to the request. Officious guilds like the Tasmanian Devil accepted ordinary people, unlike official guilds which only accepted awakeners to become hunters. Ordinary people in the officious guild were usually hired to clear dungeons after raids.

Unfortunately, it was a hard job as it was risking lives. One of the tasks of a dungeon cleaner was to bring out the corpses of monsters that have a sale value. Sounded easy indeed. However, the task was quite dangerous because other monsters in the dungeon could suddenly attack.

Ordinary people could not dodge the speed of the monsters and would die on the spot. Dungeon cleaners were usually people who were in a state of urgency and need money. Normally, people would not want to do the job.

"You know what you\'re talking about, right?" Carl asked for sure, worried that the person in front of him knew nothing.

"I know very well," Radmilo answered while releasing his grip from Carl\'s hand. Then he gave a bitter smile as he said, "What else could an immigrant like me do? You must understand what I mean."

Carl took a deep breath because he was very understanding about the immigrant problem. They were often considered a burden because they were living in another country. The natives of the country did not like having to share with strangers in difficult situations.

The immigrants could get respect after becoming a hunter. Carl was also an immigrant from the Netherlands. His country was not destroyed yet, but his hometown could not be used as a place to live anymore. Then other cities did not accept refugees because there were not enough places to live.

Inevitably, Carl had to flee to another country that will accept him. At first, people looked down on him because he contributed nothing. People\'s response immediately changed after he became a hunter in the Tasmanian Devil guild and saved many lives.

"I can accept you as long as you understand the consequences," Carl finally spoke.

Radmilo nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you very much! I already know what the risks are and won\'t sue you when something happens."

"Okay, follow me. I\'ll introduce you to the team leader. You\'ll join the Tasmanian Devil guild later and get into my team. Do you mind?"

"No, I don\'t. I\'m glad you\'ve accepted me on your team."

After that, Carl and Radmilo walked out of the evacuation area. They went by car to a large building in another city. It was the building where the people in the Tasmanian Devil guild worked. They looked busy because the gate on Broken Hill was open.

"Our guild is one of the biggest guilds in the country, but we are still far behind the best guilds in the world. However, you won\'t regret joining the guild because the facilities are quite adequate," Carl explained while leading the way into a room.

In the room, a man sitting while smoking, and a woman standing with a tablet in her hand. They both turned their heads when they saw Carl carrying a stranger.

"Didn\'t you come to report on the situation at Broken Hill? Then why did you bring a stranger here instead?" Jim, the leader of Team B in the guild, asked, then exhaled the smoke.

Carl bowed respectfully as he replied, "Forgive me for bringing someone in without permission. He is Radmilo Laiv. I brought him here because he wants to join the guild."

"Is he an awakener?"

"No, he\'s not. Radmilo is a commoner."

Jim raised an eyebrow at that fact. He put his cigarette in the ashtray and grinned. "Wow, what a coincidence! The dungeon cleaner just died yesterday. You can join after getting permission from the Guild Union."

After getting approval, Carl thanked Jim and asked Radmilo to go to the Guild Union, an association that regulated guilds around the world. If someone wanted to join a guild, then they had to get permission from the Guild Union.