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Chapter 8: Sector 7
Author: Shugaboi
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​The rain in Sector 7 fell in greasy, continuous sheets, washing a thin film of soot off the rusted iron fire escapes and onto the cracked concrete below. Neon signs flickered violently in the dark—advertisements for unlicensed mana-recharging stations, cheap synthetic rations, and low-tier pawn shops that traded in cracked monster cores.

​Leo pulled the collar of his black tactical trench coat tight around his throat as he stepped off the train platform into the crowded thoroughfare of the lower district.

​Unlike the pristine, high-tech staging grounds of the Iron Vanguard Guild in the upper sectors, Sector 7 hummed with a raw, desperate energy. Here, men and women in patched leather gear and cracked armor huddled under flickering streetlamps, selling scrap pulled from illegal, unregistered dungeon breaches. Nobody asked for identification, and nobody cared about official ranks. Power was measured by the size of the purse in your pocket or the length of the blade on your belt.

​Leo kept his head down, the hood of his coat cast low to mask his face. Thanks to the Pain Masking skill he’s just acquired, his physical presence registered as entirely mundane. To the sharp-eyed scouts perched on the rooftops scanning the crowd for potential threats, Leo appeared to be nothing more than another broke, desperate F-rank squatter looking for a dry corner to sleep.

​His destination was a narrow, subterranean alleyway buried beneath a collapsed overpass—a place known among the district’s underbelly simply as The Hole.

​The Hole was an underground mercenary hub disguised as a low-end gambling den. The air inside was thick with stale smoke, cheap liquor, and the sharp scent of unrefined mana oil. Dozens of rogue hunters, disgraced former guild members, and unregistered scavengers sat around low tables, counting credits or sharpening chipped daggers.

​At the far end of the room stood a heavy wooden bar where a hulking man with a scarred bald head and a mechanical prosthetic arm was wiping down glasses with a greasy rag.

​Leo walked straight up to the bar, his heavy boots sounding a quiet, rhythmic cadence on the damp floorboards. He didn't sit. He simply stood there, waiting.

​The bartender didn't look up immediately. He finished wiping a glass, held it to the dim overhead light, and then set it down with a heavy clatter. His one natural eye, a cold pale grey, locked onto Leo.

​"You're in the wrong sector, kid," the bartender said, his voice sounding like two grinding millstones. "The tourist tours for the upper-city elites leave from Sector 2."

​"I'm not a tourist," Leo replied, keeping his tone flat and devoid of emotion. "I'm looking for work."

​"Work?" A low chuckle rippled through the nearby tables as a few seated mercenaries looked over. The bartender leaned over the bar, taking in Leo's lean frame and the utter lack of mana radiating from him. "You look like a breeze could knock you over. What's your rank?"

​"F-Rank," Leo said plainly. "Scavenger class."

​A loud burst of laughter erupted from a table of three scarred men in the corner. One of them, a broad-shouldered fighter with a heavy iron mace strapped to his back, stood up, tossing his cards onto the table.

​"An F-rank Scavenger?" the mercenary sneered, walking over and towering over Leo. He reeked of cheap grain alcohol. "Listen, little boy, this isn't the Guild Registry where they give you a shiny badge and a hand-holding mentor. The contracts here are off-the-books dungeon clearances. No safety portals. No backup teams. You go in, you either bring back cores or you get eaten."

​The mercenary brought a heavy, leather-bound hand down hard onto Leo's shoulder, aiming to slam the "weak" kid down onto his knees for a cheap laugh.

​THWACK.

​The heavy hand hit Leo's shoulder like a hammer hitting solid granite.

​Leo didn't budge an inch. He didn't even shift his footing. The mercenary's grin faltered as a sharp sting shot up his own arm, feeling as though he had just slammed his palm directly into a steel girder.

​"Nice touch," Leo said quietly, turning his head slightly. Under the shadow of his hood, his eyes gleamed with a cold, unsettling light. "Do it harder next time."

​The mercenary backed away half a step, shaking out his tingling hand, his eyes widening in confusion. He looked at Leo's frail-looking frame, then down at his own hand, completely unable to reconcile what had just happened.

​The bartender’s eye narrowed sharp as a razor. He had seen thousands of hunters pass through his doors, and he knew a fake when he saw one. The kid in front of him wasn't radiating a single drop of mana, but that response wasn't normal.

​"Alright, stow the muscle, Jax," the bartender barked, waving the mace-wielder back to his table. He reached beneath the counter and pulled out a thick, leather-bound ledger covered in dried bloodstains and dark grease, slapping it onto the wooden bar.

​"My name is Vance," the bartender said, staring intently at Leo. "If you want an unregistered contract, I have one. But I'll warn you now—no one has come back from it in three weeks."

​"Tell me about it," Leo said.

​Vance flipped through the heavy pages, stopping at a crude, hand-drawn map marked with a red cross. "Sector 7 Sewer Sector 4. An unregistered Rank-D breach opened up in the old drainage pipes below the slums. It's infested with Acid-Spitter Drones and a Hive Queen. The local merchants pooled their money to pay twenty thousand credits to whoever clears it because the acid is eating through their store foundations."

​Vance leaned in closer, his mechanical eye whirring softly as it zoomed in on Leo's face. "The catch? The acid burns through standard iron armor in seconds. Normal tanks can't hold the line because the pain from the chemical burns causes shock within minutes. Two C-rank mercenary squads went in. Zero came out."

​[ALERT: External Trial Opportunity Detected!]

[Location: Sector 4 Sub-Level Sewer System]

[Hazard: Corrosive Acid & High Physical Trauma]

[Trial Evaluation: IDEAL CONDITIONS FOR PAIN CONVERSION.]

​The blood-red interface flickered briefly across Leo’s vision before vanishing into the darkness of his mind.

​A slow, dark smile carved its way onto Leo's face under the shadow of his hood. Acid that caused instant chemical shock? Corrosion that melted standard armor? It was a living hell for an ordinary hunter. For him, it was an all-you-can-eat buffet of raw stat points.

​"I'll take the contract," Leo said, reaching out to sign his name in the ledger.

​Vance watched him sign the page, shaking his head with a mixture of disbelief and dark amusement. "You're either the bravest F-rank I've ever met, or you're suicidal, kid."

​"I'm just a scavenger," Leo said, pulling his gloves tight over his hidden gauntlets as he turned toward the door. "I take what others throw away."

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