Fenrir walked through the empty streets, now with a purpose in mind. As he no longer held control over the Black Hand, the information network of the Demon King, the boy figured it would be a good idea to find another way of gathering information. And criminal guilds already stole as one of their primary sources of income, so they would work just fine.

After all, even if he was the god of the world, there was still a chance that an invader from a Hollow World would slip past his guard, especially if they attacked en masse. An information network would definitely help him ensure the world's safety, and even if none came it would be useful to be aware of any potential dangers to his friends, though his friend group as of now basically consisted of Yerin and the rest of the caravan.

Upon arriving at the door to the guild, he knocked a code on its wooden surface. When the door was opened, he found a man with a decently clean soul staring at him with suspicion.

"Who are you?" asked the door guard.

"Your new master," replied the boy.

...

After a moment of surprised silence, the man raised the club in his hand. Only to find that it was no longer there. Rapidly backing away from the boy, the guard reached for the dagger in his belt.

Only to freeze in shock, his eyes widening.

Fenrir was holding both the club and the dagger. For dramatic effect, the boy crushed the heavy wooden club to sawdust with one hand and took a bite out of the dagger. It had been a while since he had eaten metal, and he wasn't going to turn down this convenient snack.

After all, most of the metal objects he had come into contact with recently had had some use, so he was beginning to miss the taste of good steel.

Fenrir spoke in a soft voice.

"You don't need to worry. I'll be giving this guild a better purpose. The only people who die in this takeover will be the more... unsavory ones. The ones who enjoy hurting others and whatnot."

The man stood, still uncomprehending. With a sigh, Fenrir walked past him, into the main guild hall. Upon reaching there, he glanced around the room. All those with souls dirty beyond a certain point simply dropped dead. After explaining the situation to the dumbfounded remainder, Fenrir walked past the still stunned survivors towards the guild master's office. Entering, he was immediately revolted. The man's soul was the darkest Fenrir had seen in a while. He glared arrogantly at the masked boy. Having heard the commotion, he had aimed a crossbow at the door, immediately firing when the door was opened. Even now, he could see the feathered end protruding from the boy's fingers as the fox-masked figure grasped at his open mouth. The bolt had gone straight down his throat. Then his head disappeared into a bloody mist, and the Guild Master of the Razor Edges died.

Tossing aside the crossbow bolt, now minust its delicious steel arrowhead, Fenrir turned and appointed the man with the soul best suited for business- bright, but not bright enough to impede logical, emotionless decisions- and appointed him as guild leader. After passing him several orbs, enchanted to give anyone within a certain soul gradient moderate stealth, tracking, disguise abilities, and increased senses, FEnrir gave them their orders and proceeded to leave. The guild was only permitted to recruit people who needed a job, and would not use petty thievery. Only those accepted by the orbs would be qualified to join or remain in the guild, but the guild was not to force anyone to join. The main purpose of the guild was information gathering. He would give them two days to get fully organized, and then he would give them more specific orders. Payment would come from him. Everything else, Fenrir left for them to figure out themselves.

After asking for the locations of the other guilds in the city, Fenrir left the Razor Edge guild and turned into a gust of wind, soon arriving at the entrance to the Crimson Claw guild. If Sera was here, he was sure she'd make a comment on the guilds being named by middle schoolers.

He knocked out a code, given by a member he had found on the street, onto the door.

The guard opened the door.

"Who are you?" asked the door guard.

"Your new master," replied the boy.