Free Web NovelChapter 33: Seven Wings (2)
The formalities proceeded far more smoothly than Dan Moriarty had anticipated. The Global Streamer Association, more commonly known as the GSA, was responsible for overseeing every legal aspect of a Streamer’s career.
From guild registration, to dungeon ownership, property transfers, taxation, contracts, and countless other matters all passed through its hands. As one of the world’s most influential organizations, its procedures were strict but efficient.
After signing several documents, verifying ownership of the Seven Abyssal Hell Tower, and completing the necessary identity authentication, Dan officially established his guild. Seven Wings Guild. The name was now recorded within the GSA’s global database.
Naturally, such recognition did not come without cost. Guild registration alone required a fee of five million dollars, and without hesitation, Dan completed the payment. The deduction barely caused a ripple in his expression.
Compared to the fortune he possessed through his Copper Coins, five million dollars was merely the first brick laid in the foundation of something much greater. Ninety-five million dollars remained under his name. Money was important, but Dan had long understood a simple truth — wealth purchased opportunities, while power decided who kept them.
The GSA employee standing across from him offered a professional smile before extending a folder.
"Congratulations, Mr. Moriarty," she said. "You are now officially recognized as the Guild Master of Seven Wings Guild."
Dan accepted the folder.
"Thank you."
After exchanging a few final words, he turned and left the office. The bustling atmosphere of the GSA headquarters greeted him once more — employees hurried through the corridors carrying stacks of files, newly awakened Streamers nervously filled out paperwork, and veterans discussed.
Everything operated with practiced efficiency. Dan walked calmly through the revolving glass doors before stepping outside into warm sunlight.
His eyes instinctively drifted toward the parking area, then stopped. The sleek black Phantom LX-9 was still parked exactly where he had last seen it, its polished body reflecting the afternoon sky like a mirror.
More importantly, Evelyn was still inside, sitting quietly behind the steering wheel with one hand resting against the window while absentmindedly looking toward the GSA building. She hadn’t left. Dan found himself slightly surprised.
’I thought she would have returned home already.’
For a brief moment, he simply stood there. Then a thought crossed his mind. What kind of relationship was beginning to form between them? It wasn’t romantic — at least, not yet.
Neither of them had reached that point. But strangers rarely waited outside buildings for another. Curiosity, perhaps, was the simplest explanation. Or perhaps she simply wanted to know him better.
Dan didn’t dwell on it. Questions answered themselves with time. Rushing toward conclusions often caused people to mistake curiosity for affection or politeness for intimacy. The oldest hunters knew not to loose their arrows before identifying the prey, and likewise, wise people allowed relationships to develop naturally rather than forcing meaning into every small interaction.
He walked toward the vehicle. Seeing him approach, Evelyn reached over and unlocked the passenger door. Dan opened it and took a seat, and the luxurious leather interior carried the faint scent of expensive perfume.
Evelyn glanced toward him.
"So?"
"It’s finished," Dan said, leaning comfortably against the seat, as a faint smile appeared on his face. "I am officially a Guild Master."
"I expected as much," She nodded. Actually as a matter of fact you’ve completed the paperwork."
"But..."
Her crimson eyes met his.
"...you still don’t really have a guild."
Dan looked at her curiously, and she continued.
"A guild isn’t a building and It isn’t paperwork either."
"It’s people," She said, folding her arms. "Right now Seven Wings only has one member."
"You."
She tilted her head slightly.
"So technically speaking, you’re simply a Guild Master without a guild."
Dan couldn’t help smiling. She wasn’t wrong. Buildings could be purchased, titles could be registered, but people had to choose to follow.
"The journey of a thousand miles begins beneath one’s feet," Dan replied calmly. "Every great guild started with a single member. And today, I happen to be that member."
For some reason, Evelyn found that answer rather satisfying. There wasn’t arrogance behind his words, only certainty. Dan wasn’t claiming Seven Wings would become great — he simply believed it would. There was a difference.
After a brief silence, Dan spoke again.
"Do you happen to know anyone looking for a guild?"
Evelyn blinked.
"...Me?"
"Yes. You’ve been streaming for over a year. You’ve met far more Streamers than I have. If anyone would know potential recruits, it would be you."
For just an instant, Evelyn hesitated. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the steering wheel, and a faint warmth reached her cheeks before she quickly looked toward the windshield instead.
"I..." freēwēbnovel.com
Her voice paused.
"...I don’t really know anyone at the moment."
The answer came a little too quickly. Dan noticed, but chose not to mention it. Instead, he simply nodded.
"I understand."
Another quiet silence settled inside the vehicle. Outside, traffic continued flowing through Metro City — people walked along sidewalks, businesses opened and closed, and the ordinary world continued with their daily life.
Dan eventually reached for the door handle.
"I’m leaving."
Evelyn turned toward him.
"So soon?"
"There are still many things I need to do."
He opened the door, and the afternoon breeze entered the vehicle. Evelyn watched him step outside before lowering the window.
"Where are you going?"
Dan looked toward the distant skyline.
"There’s a Dungeon Rift nearby. I’m going there."
"The Emerald Cavern?" Her expression immediately changed.
"I believe that’s the closest one," Dan said
"Wait," She frowned. "You shouldn’t go."
Dan looked back.
"Why?"
"That dungeon has a recommended level of nine," Her tone became noticeably more serious. "It’s dangerous."
She studied him carefully.
"As an Iron II Streamer, you’ve only recently awakened."
According to common knowledge, Iron-ranked Streamers were beginners — most Iron II Streamers were somewhere between Levels Three and Five, and very few reached Level Nine so quickly. Naturally, she didn’t know and also had no reason to believe Dan was already Level Fifteen. After all, such progression bordered on the impossible.
"You shouldn’t challenge something above your level," she continued. "Rushing only gets people killed. There will always be stronger monsters tomorrow, but only if you survive today."
Dan quietly listened. He understood her reasoning, and everything she said would have been perfectly correct for almost anyone else. Unfortunately, he wasn’t ordinary. He possessed Infinite Amplification, a Mythical-ranked weapon, an Epic passive skill, and one million Spirit Wine Jars, resources capable of making entire guilds wage war.
His path had diverged from normal Streamers the moment the system granted him that impossible Talent. Still, there was no need to explain any of that. Not yet. Secrets retained their value precisely because they remained secrets.
Dan smiled gently.
"You don’t have to worry."
Evelyn frowned slightly.
"I’m serious."
"So am I."
Their eyes met. For some reason, his calm confidence made arguing unexpectedly difficult. There was no bravado, no reckless excitement, no desperate desire to prove himself, only the quiet kind of confidence that slowly convinced others.
"...You’re stubborn," Evelyn sighed.
"So I’ve been told."
She couldn’t help letting out a small laugh.
"It seems talking won’t change your mind."
She shook her head helplessly.
"Then... at least be careful."
Dan gave her a slight nod, "I will."
Without another word, he closed the passenger door. The Phantom LX-9 remained parked where it was as Dan turned and began walking toward the nearby Dungeon Rift. Evelyn watched him disappear into the crowd, her crimson eyes lingering upon his retreating figure longer than she intended.
"...He’s certainly an unusual person."
Inside her heart, a strange feeling quietly settled. The desire to know what kind of person Dan Moriarty truly was.
