Player Forum Chat – Hot Thread
Why are you talking about it:Killing one person, this is real haha!
Ward:I believed from the beginning. Lokangat!
Inbanian:Please give me a perfect SAT score, Roman!
└ Jeremy:Then turn off your computer and study.
Tax Wagon:When the Blood Chasers came to catch me, I screamed that Lokan was up and ran away lol.
Mortal:Blood Chasers or whatever—aren't they all just bubbles? In the beginning it was only hype with a few pages.
└ Dark Mint Choco:One guy sliced them apart, but what about everyone else who got robbed by them until now?
└ Benharpa:Don't open your mouth if you haven't faced them. Lokan is insane. How do you beat a monster like that?
Calusion:They said the yukgaejang here is delicious. I came to send condolences from the Cove area—condolences to the Blood Chasers.
Overlord:I'm going hunting for the Blood Chasers. Recruiting party members (1/10).
└ Serious Concept:Blood Chaser hunt—party recruitment (2/10).
The tide began to turn.
Ordinary users, once terrified of the Blood Chasers, saw a single player—Lokan—wipe them out and began shaking off their fear.
Players who had been bullied in the same regions grew suspicious of the Chasers' supposed invincibility.
Maybe the Blood Chasers were never truly powerful; maybe they had only relied on numbers and intimidation.
Parties formed, gathering brave hunters to challenge the once-feared guild.
Even without confirmed reports of full victories, the change in perception was enough.
If public opinion demanded the expulsion of the Blood Chasers, other guilds that once tolerated their tyranny would be forced to act.
Within a single day—less than half, really—the field dynamic flipped.
From a season of endless rain to a brief, chilling shower.
Blood Chaser activity plummeted.
Whenever they appeared, they struck quickly and vanished, fearful that Lokan might arrive using a rune book to hunt them down.
Their hit-and-run tactics were the nervous movements of prey, not predators.
For regular users, this was a blessing.
Hunting grounds reopened; parties could grind again without sudden massacres.
But for Lokan, who thrived on ambushing them, the constant evasions were annoying.
"Cowards," Lokan muttered, irritated by the Blood Chasers' newfound caution.
"Run as far as you like. I'll find you eventually."
He logged out of the village, ready for his next big move.
The Grand Auction
"Identity Camouflage."
Using the black-screen title's special effect, Lokan moved to the appointed place where every major guild was already waiting—the central city square.
Crowds swirled through the plaza, but he had chosen this venue for a reason: visibility.
A public stage meant every transaction would be witnessed and gossiped about.
Anyone who paid for a guild house would have their wealth—and their ambition—broadcast to the entire server.
Free advertising for them, Lokan thought with a sly grin.
And free pressure to bid higher for me.
He arrived five minutes early, quietly scanning the square.
Nearly every guild established in Trinsic had gathered, each staking out territory that subtly revealed the hierarchy of power.
Levels and skills weren't everything in The Lord, but the seating order betrayed who ruled the current meta.
Good. Everyone's here.
When the exact hour struck, Lokan stepped forward with his disguised name and appearance.
The guilds instinctively formed a ring around a makeshift stage.
Dozens of sharp gazes fixed on him, but he stood calmly, radiating the confidence of someone who could face thousands.
Clapping lightly to draw their attention, he began.
"Quite a turnout. I'd introduce myself, but why waste time? Let's get straight to business."
A voice cut through the murmur.
It was Pyria, master of the MP Guild.
"Wait. How do we know you're the one selling the guild houses?"
It was the only question they dared to ask.
Everyone knew someone had purchased the dungeon, but nobody knew who.
Proving identity would normally be impossible without revealing dangerous details.
Lokan's response was cold and immediate.
"Simple. Don't bid."
The plaza went silent.
If they didn't believe him, they could simply walk away.
That was proof enough.
Pyria faltered, lips tightening, but Lokan pressed on.
"Then let's begin the first auction. Two-story house. Starting bid: 10 gold per month."
The crowd buzzed.
The normal long-term rental for such a house was only five gold, yet bids rose immediately.
"12 gold, number nine!"
"14 gold, number eleven!"
"16 gold!"
Lokan played the crowd like a seasoned auctioneer, recalling the rapid-fire style he'd seen on late-night TV.
"20 gold, number fifteen. Any higher?"
The price leapt past triple the standard rate.
Though the monthly payment was heavy, guild leaders calculated their future growth and profits, convincing themselves it was a smart investment.
Hook, line, and sinker, Lokan thought.
The exchange rate was already high—two hundred thousand won per gold—and would only rise.
Expenses would grow too, ensuring many guilds would struggle to keep up.
But that was their problem.
"No more bids? Sold for 20 gold to the Steel Troops Guild!"
The first house was gone, and with it, MP Guild's chance to shine.
Lokan delivered a sharp reminder:
"Team Eight violated the initial terms and is excluded from the second auction. One warning only."
Pyria bit her lip, humiliated as other guild masters smirked.
The next round began instantly.
"Second two-story house, starting at 15 gold."
Bids exploded.
"18 gold!"
"21 gold!"
"23 gold—sold to Guild #3!"
The competition only intensified.
Players borrowed from guildmates, took bank loans, anything to keep pace.
"26 gold!"
"30 gold!"
Each contract Lokan signed added another fat stream of income.
He never revealed how many houses he controlled, fueling panic and forcing higher offers.
Finally, the price for the fifth and final house skyrocketed.
"35 gold! Final bid!"
The winner?
None other than Pyria, the very guild master who had questioned him first.
"Guild number eight secures the last property for 35 gold," Lokan announced, smiling like a predator.
"Congratulations."
He pulled out the final contract, already prepared with every clause, and handed it over with a flourish.
Another flawless victory for Lokan—the quiet storm reshaping the economy of The Lord one calculated move at a time.