Back in his apartment, Moon settled onto his comfortable sofa, thinking about the complications that had emerged from the entire beast horde incident.
"...Ahh. Why do these people need to have such inflated egos?" He sighed to himself, a gust of wind escaping his mouth in frustration.
He'd wanted his life on Earth to be peaceful and uncomplicated. Focus on development, hunt beasts, accumulate power without drawing excessive attention. But it seemed like maintaining a low profile was practically impossible once you demonstrated your power.
Powerful families had eyes everywhere. Intelligence networks that tracked promising awakeners. Recruiters who moved quickly to secure talent before competitors could. And once their attention landed on you, trouble inevitably followed, whether through recruitment pressure, political manipulation, or outright threats if you refused their offers.
