Tomura had made it. He was near the top of the food chain of villains. He had an army now, people who worshiped him. But of course, there would always be one person he couldn't push past.

Guest. The true top dog of the villain world.

Guest’s family had been in the business for centuries now, but by far, they had been the one to make the most impact. Everyone in the villain society looked to them when there was a huge choice to be made, everyone wanted to hear their voice and would do anything they asked. Everyone knew that name. The DelCorries. One of the most powerful damn villain families on the planet. They were practically a mafia. Nobody could climb as high as Tomura had gotten without Guest DelCorrie allowing them to do it.

Only days after his starting of the PLF, two men in suits showed up to his base with an invitation for a meeting with Guest. Tomura was a bit taken aback. But he knew he couldn't refuse. It was finally time. He had proven himself worthy enough to meet them.

And not even two days later, Tomura was being guided through an almost mansion like place by two heavily armored men. It was like nothing he had ever seen, a place he wouldn't imagine a villain living.

Guards led him to two large and imposing doors. Tomura was about to meet Guest. He could almost feel the aura from through the doors, already imagining the many different ways this could go.

When the doors opened, Tomura stepped inside, scanning the rather luxurious room. And of course, there they sat. Guest, sitting cross legged in something that looked almost like a throne behind a fancy wooden desk. He didn't know what they wanted or how this was going to go.

What did Guest want with him?