Tyler and Grone stood before the D-rank hunter, who had stopped them in their tracks. Grone, unimpressed, brushed past the man, muttering, "Not interested." He turned to see Tyler still engaged in conversation with the hunter."Just hear me out," the man said. "There are a lot of advantages to being a guild member."Grone returned, his tone skeptical. "There are a lot of disadvantages, too. Why would a D-rank hunter want to start a guild anyway? You should be A-rank and above for that.""I know," the hunter replied, "but we work together, we can build a guild faster. Some people have already done this before. Listen, I was already part of a guild before, so I know how everything works. With your help, I can build a guild from the ground up."Tyler looked at the desperate-looking man and said, "Sorry, but I just recently became a hunter. As of right now, I just came from collecting my hunter's badge," he added, placing a hand on his E-rank necklace.The hunter said, "Oh, that's all rig

Tyler, following the guard, saw the dungeon exit and the bright light beyond. The contrast with the dungeon's darkness was stark. Bernardo, watching Tyler walk past his cell, wearing high-quality Gloom armor, thought, "What happened back there? One moment he wasn't wearing this clothing, and the next he was. How did he do that? How can an E-rank like him afford that kind of gear?"Tyler stepped out of the dungeon and saw a man with striking white hair. He was dressed in high-quality grey clothing: black leather shoes, grey trousers, a grey shirt, and what looked like a fine grey blazer. A sword was sheathed in a scabbard at his waist."Sir," the guard said, "I've brought the hunter."Dean looked at Tyler's necklace, his expression shifting from calm to anger. He struck the guard, causing Tyler to stumble back in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me it was just an E-rank hunter?" Dean roared. "You think I like wasting my time with worthless garbage?" He turned to leave."I'm sorry, my lor

The night air hung heavy and cold, a damp chill seeping into Tyler’s gloom armor as it shifted subtly with each tense breath. A text panel erupted before his eyes: Slime Activated Skill: Bash! The blue slime, a pulsating, obscene parody of life, launched itself at Tyler with the speed of a striking viper. He reacted instinctively, a practiced dance of evasion honed over countless hours of training, sidestepping the viscous wave of blue by a hair's breadth. The slime slammed into the earth fifteen feet away, the impact a jarring tremor that vibrated through the forest floor.It offered no respite. With a renewed surge of sickening speed, the monstrous creature lunged again. This time, Tyler met the assault head-on. He channeled every ounce of his strength into a desperate upward slash, the honed copper of his dagger singing a deadly song as it met the slime's resilient surface. A sickening thwack echoed through the silent woods, but the blow, though delivered with brutal force, barely

The hammer, a blur of polished steel in Tyler's grasp, vanished with a subtle shimmer, swallowed by the unseen inventory. Rebecca, a distant figure against the backdrop of the night, stared. Her gaze was unwavering, intense. The thought solidified in her mind, sharp and cold: "Should I just kill him?" The bow, a taut arc of wood and sinew, rose smoothly, the arrow finding its aim at the vulnerable column of Tyler's neck. Tyler, head tilted back, gazed at the moon, a silver disc hanging heavy in the inky sky. A sigh escaped his lips, a soft, almost inaudible sound. Then, a change. A faint, ethereal blue light pulsed across his body, emanating from the wounds that marred his skin. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the gashes began to close, the crimson fading to a healthy pink. The flesh knit itself back together, the damage undone. Rebecca’s breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she witnessed the impossible. Her bow dipped slightly, the arrow’s trajectory lost. "A rege

Tyler looked at the system panel and said, "View the objectives." The panel closed instantly, replaced by another displaying:Objectives (Ranked by Difficulty)1. Use Primal Subjugation.2. Craft 10 different weapons.3. Slaughter 50 Monsters.4. Reach level 100.5. Kill the Whisper Wind Angel.Rewards will be given according to the objective's difficulty."Oh, so these are the objectives," Tyler murmured, slowly reading through the list. "The first three don't sound that hard. But the last two? I was planning on reaching level 100 sooner or later, but what is a Whisper Wind Angel? It seems to be the most difficult one since it's listed last. This must mean it's probably stronger than a level 100 hunter."The system panel disappeared. "Oh well," Tyler said, a grin spreading across his face. "First, I have to go get my rank assessed. I bet Grone is going to be super surprised that I already reached D-rank."Meanwhile, back in the dungeon, Emily sat uncomfortably on the cold stone floor