He'd almost forgotten the Mayor's Hotline even existed, since it hadn't rung for so long.
He'd been living in this city for ages, and the mayor had changed to him a long time ago.
Back then, to show he cared about humanity—and not miss any info about evil spirits—he'd set up this Mayor's Hotline.
The phone was always carried by his assistant.
If anyone had something to tell him, they could call that number.
Until today, it rarely ever rang, because people understood just how complicated things had gotten, and knew better than to waste time with pointless harassment calls.
But now, right after he'd told everyone to leave the Dungeon or risk dying inside at any moment, the phone started ringing again.
He stared at the blood-red eyeball, which was live-streaming the moment he answered.
Watching that, he couldn't help but laugh a little, because the call felt like some kind of online hit job, delivery service for cursing.
