"So what is it you desire?" The man's deep voice echoed throughout the room, his aura spreading wide.

In the middle of what looks like a throne room — which is unusual for an IPC spaceship that's floating across the universe — is a large dinning table, with lots of delicacies and rare cuisines from all over galaxies.

And of course, the man who sat so daintly on the middle is none other but Sugilite, a man of greed and selfishness. The purple candles, the box of coins, and jewelry casually thrown out the floor... does it not give you a hint?

A follower of the Path of Voracity, Oroboros...

It fits him so well: the man who stripped off the honor that your family's name held for centuries as the IPC's supplier and dealer, all because of a single mistake your father did. Sugilite used this as an opportunity to blackmail him to rob him of his job.

You clenched the gun you held tightly, your fingers ready to shoot. You were so ready to shoot this guy, but something about it felt... wrong.

Why, though?

"If you want to give me something, then I'll glady accept. But if you expect me to return a thing or two, you'd be better off negotiating those offers with Jade. I'm not into... sharing, you know?" He snickered, clumsily placing his utensils and poured himself red wine, mocking you through his words

You winced at this man's carefree attitude, even though you had successfully infiltrated the spaceship and wiped out all guards. Just what exactly is in this man's sleeve?