The ride back from the dungeon site was suffocatingly quiet. Gery kept glancing at Gatot through the rearview mirror, his knuckles white against the leather steering wheel. He knew better than to ask heavy questions while Gatot looked like he had just walked out of a war zone, but the tension in the sedan was thick enough to cut with a rusty knife."You sure you don't want me to drop you off at the hospital to see your mom, Bang?" Gery finally asked as he pulled up near Gatot's alleyway, keeping his voice surprisingly gentle."No," Gatot said, his voice raspy as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "I need to clean off first. I'll take a ride there later. Thanks for the lift, Ger.""Hey, Bang," Gery called out just as Gatot pushed the door open. Gery hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Whatever happened down in that lower shaft today... people are saying two of Jean’s top guys went missing around the same time as that cave-in. Just... be careful, man. Jean isn't the type to let things go.

The rain drummed heavily against the glass windows of a secluded, upscale café tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, far from the bustling guild headquarters. The neon lights of passing cars bled through the wet panes, casting long, fractured shadows across the private booth.Silvia sat with her back straight, stirring her black coffee without drinking it. Her pale blue eyes remained fixed on the young man sitting opposite her. Gatot looked as unassuming as ever in his faded jacket, calmly sipping a cup of cheap green tea as if he weren’t sitting across from one of the most influential Rank-S hunters in the country."You're remarkably calm for someone who was just interrogated by guild executives all morning," Silvia broke the silence, her voice smooth and low."I have nothing to hide, Miss Silvia," Gatot replied evenly, setting his teacup down. "I survived a dungeon collapse and a monster ambush by keeping my head down. If the guild wants to blame bad luck and greedy scouts, tha

The rain had stopped, leaving the abandoned industrial district at the edge of the city drenched in a cold, stagnant mist. Rusty shipping containers and rotting timber were piled high around an old, hollowed-out warehouse—a dead zone where streetlights barely flickered and the city’s mana-monitoring grid couldn't reach.Gatot stood in the absolute dark of the warehouse’s upper gantry. His heart beat with a steady, deliberate rhythm. From his inventory, a soft, golden radiance spilled out, illuminating his rough hands.He pulled out the **Gold Storage Key**.The key was surprisingly heavy, crafted from a dense, unknown metal that felt warm to the touch. As Gatot extended his hand, the key didn't fall; instead, it floated in mid-air, slotting into an invisible keyhole in the fabric of space itself.*CLICK.*A heavy, mechanical resonance echoed through the empty warehouse, like the turning of a vault door weighing hundreds of tons. A rectangular fissure of blinding golden light tore open

The private executive lounge on the top floor of the Ksatria Garuda skyscraper was quiet, bathed in the soft gold of the late afternoon sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Down below, the media circus surrounding Jean’s sudden disappearance was still in full swing, but inside, the heavy double doors kept the chaos at bay.Silvia poured two glasses of iced water, her hands steady, though her eyes showed the strain of the day's political maneuverings. She walked across the plush carpet and handed one glass to Gatot, who was standing near the edge of the window, looking out over the city skyline."The board voted unanimously," Silvia said softy, standing beside him. The faint scent of frost magic and wild orchids lingered around her. "Jean’s assets are frozen. The official statement releases in an hour, framing his exit as a quiet retirement due to health concerns. No panic, no suspicion."Gatot took the glass, his fingers briefly brushing against hers. "And my family?""Al

The air inside the Dimensional Prison Tower didn't smell of earth or sulfur; it reeked of ancient copper, ozone, and stagnant time. The sky above Floor 1 was a swirling vortex of pitch-black clouds and bruised purple light, illuminated only by towering obsidian monoliths that stretched endlessly into the void.​Gatot hit the cold stone floor, his boots skidding across the polished dark marble. His hand instinctively flew to his chest, his breathing heavy as the disorienting spatial energy faded.​Tring!​[Welcome to the Dimensional Prison Tower - Floor 1][Environment: The Astral Dungeon][Objective: Survive and Ascent.][Warning: Entities within this tower are convicts erased from historical records by the System.]​"Erased from history..." Gatot muttered, flexing his hands covered by Asura's Vow.​His Perception of 33 flared instantly. He didn't hear a monster's growl or the heavy thud of an approaching beast. Instead, he felt a calm, suffocating aura stepping out from behind one of