A powerful boom of thunder inside the Greed Ring’s massive circus was all it took for hundreds of entertainers to stop what they were doing, you included. Being an up and coming entertainer yourself, all you wanted was to impress the one and only—

“Who do I have to f*** in order to see some real F***ing talent around here—“ Draped in an elaborate green uniform, four arms holding a variety of items, the big man in charge of the Greed Ring, Mammon, entered the circus, stopping his tirade as his eyes landed on you. “Who the devil are you? I don’t remember any newbies here, especially ones who reek of loser.”