The CCTV footage from the Metropolis intersection was replayed for the tenth time. Inside the conference room at the National Hunter Association headquarters, dozens of suited executives and combat analysts sat slack-jawed, staring at the colossal monitor. Their mouths hung wide open. Cold sweat beaded along the forehead of the Association Chairman, seated at the head of the table.They watched the identical sequence over and over. An S-Rank Dungeon Boss, a gargantuan bear with hide as thick as steel plating, died as its head detonated into a pulverized ruin. The monster had not fallen to a military ballistic missile. It had not fallen to the heirloom blade of a legendary Hunter. The terrifying beast had perished simply because a youth in a plain white t-shirt flicked a rusted, secondhand motorcycle key."This has to be an edited video from some prankster, right?" one senior analyst asked, his voice trembling in disbelief. "It is impossible for a mortal human to wield such pure physic

The plaza before the colossal blue Gate in downtown Metropolis bustled with chaotic energy. Police tape formed a wide perimeter to hold back eager citizens and broadcasting journalists. In the center of the cordon, a strike team of Hunters dressed in lavish uniforms prepared for deployment. They were members of the Golden Lion Guild, one of the premier organizations holding an exclusive license to raid Class-A Dungeons.Axel Edward stood at the very rear of the formation. His appearance presented a sharp, jarring contrast to the elite Hunters around him. While the others wore lightweight alloy armor, enchanted robes, and brandished luminescent blades, Axel wore only a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans, and an oversized mountaineering backpack strapped to his shoulders.The Guild Master of the Golden Lions, an arrogant man named Marcus, marched over to Axel, his silver plate armor clinking with haughty vanity."So you're the new F-Rank Porter?" Marcus asked in a condescending sneer, sizi

Axel Edward's footsteps sounded incredibly relaxed as he strolled out of the blue energy vortex of the Class A Gate. He had already returned the cosmic black umbrella, the Aegis of the Storm, back into his system's inventory space. Behind Axel, Marcus and the remaining elite members of the Golden Lion Guild crawled through the dimensional boundary. Their faces were as pale as corpses.The moment the last person exited the portal, the giant blue vortex in the middle of the Metropolis intersection flickered wildly. A loud hum echoed before the portal finally exploded into shards of light and vanished without a trace from the air.The reporters, police officers, and civilians waiting outside the police line were left dumbfounded. Their mouths hung wide open.Rumi, who was being treated by paramedics, immediately stood up with her eyes wide in shock. The S-Class assassin girl checked the watch on her wrist."The Gate is already closed? But it has only been five minutes since they went in!