A deafening crash shattered the ceiling above them as tons of stone and twisted steel came pouring down. In the Upper Sectors, the ruling families built their underground bunkers beneath thick layers of spell-treated rock to survive full-scale dungeon raids, but no building could withstand an S-Rank strike from the surface.Ifunanya did not flinch as dust filled the room. She tapped her wrist console twice, bringing up a glowing green map of the facility's deep emergency tunnels. While Marcus Vance's guards scrambled around in total panic, trying to dodge falling concrete blocks, Ifunanya had already identified three different exit routes that her father built for high-level survival scenarios. She had memorized these secret paths months ago, knowing that loyalty to any single guild was a foolish gamble in a world run by cutthroat hunters."The main ceiling is giving way," Ifunanya said, her voice cutting through the noise with absolute calm. "Marcus's outside strike team is trying to

The golden light leaking from the glass pillar turned the rough wooden walls into bright yellow sheets. In the world of high-tier dungeons, a core bond was absolute. Once a hunter offered their blood to an open core fragment, the system locked that territory under their personal guild signature. Amina knew this rule better than anyone. She had used her sweet smile and harmless act to survive in the low-tier guilds for years, secretly feeding information to the Northern Alliance while pretending to be a loyal teammate. Ifunanya did not look surprised by Amina’s appearance. She stepped to the side, placing herself between Chidi’s mother and the roots where Tunde hung trapped. While most people viewed betrayal as a personal insult, Ifunanya treated it as a simple tactical choice. She had already calculated the exact amount o

"You died five years ago," Chidi said, his grip on the Dragon Spear turning so hard his knuckles went white. In this world, when a hunter vanished inside an unsealed dungeon, the High Council declared them legally dead after thirty days. Families in the scavengers' ring received no money, no support, and no official search teams. They were simply left to starve while the rich guilds took over the dead hunter's land and resources. Ifunanya moved with quiet speed, stepping in front of Chidi's mother while her sharp eyes mapped out every corner of the underground temple. In her world, emotional reunions were dangerous traps designed to make people drop their guard. She knew from her father's private records that ancient dungeon trials could craft living illusions out of a hunter's worst memories to break their focus. She kept her ice ri

Five massive iron warships hovered in the night sky directly above Sector Four, their heavy cannon barrels glowing with bright red mana charges. In this world, when the two largest ruling factions formed an emergency alliance, individual laws completely vanished. The Cross Guild controlled the city’s trade channels, while the Northern Alliance held absolute military power over the outer rifts. By combining their forces, they could turn an entire living district into a flat pile of rubble within minutes, wiping out thousands of lower-class scavengers just to secure a single ancient core. Ifunanya looked up at the lead warship carrying her family's silver cross flag, her face remaining cold and emotionless. She knew how her father operated. To Chief Inspector Cross, a daughter was simply an asset to be used, traded, or discarded

Marcus Vance stepped forward and crushed the Dragon Spear under his heavy iron boot, a wicked grin spreading across his face. In this world of high-tier guild politics, dead bodies were never truly dead if a faction possessed illegal dragon nectar. The Northern Alliance ran secret medical laboratories in the outer sectors, using rift parasites to replace broken spines and restore dead organs in exchange for absolute obedience. Anyone who died in the dungeon could be brought back as an immortal pawn, bound forever to the council's remote neural network. Ifunanya watched Marcus Vance step into the street lights, her face turning colder than ice. She did not waste time being shocked by Amina's return. Instead, her sharp mind immediately picked apart the physical changes in Amina's neck and arms. She spotted the small glowing blue interf