Eight Gods' Resolution—Gravity Field

Moonrise City, at the upper deck of Moonlit Restaurant.

Netherclaw, whose hands were rested on his back, was standing in front of the window inside a luxurious room. His eyes twinkled while watching the roads and alleys crisscrossed throughout the entire Moonrise City from the vantage point.

Coming here to look at the never-ending stream of pedestrians in the city every time after they return home from a successful quest had become Netherclaw's routine. It was through this habit that Netherclaw could exclude himself from Netherspirit's Claw seemingly unbeatable status at times. He did not want to be satisfied with short-term success.

Only here was he able to maintain a clear mind and remind himself not to be blinded. There was still a long way to go before he could conquer the entire Angel Faction and become the number one player that everyone looked up to. He knew just how much effort was needed to achieve that.