“But that’s a story for another day,” Burke began, his tone shifting to one of self-importance. “I am now a guild master, but not of any ordinary guild; I lead a secret organization that I founded eight years ago. We operate in the shadows, stark enemies of every guild out there, but that’s simply because we are fundamentally different.”He leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. “We possess the most banned techniques and pills, illegal cultivation methods, and an arsenal of knowledge that makes the guilds tremble in fear. Our methods are not just unconventional; they are revolutionary, and they unsettle the very foundations of the established order.”Jeremy felt a chill run down his spine at the implications of Burke’s words. “I am here to recruit you, Jeremy. To be honest with you, we are not good people. We do the dirty work for guilds and politicians, raid dungeons without permits, or we hunt for national treasures and artifacts illegally. There is so much more that a

[Dimensional key] His expression hardened, filled with fierce determination, while the wind rustled against his unbuttoned T-shirt, which he wore over a black vest.“Let’s go!” he growled, a cold blue aura emanating from his body as he spoke, a manifestation of the resolve that surged within him.However, he halted in his tracks when he noticed an old man sitting across the street on a weather-beaten bench, the road acting as a bridge between their worlds. The man’s clothing was tattered and his visage haggard, giving him an air of suspicion that made Jeremy instinctively cautious.“Oh? Isn’t this the man I saw after clearing that unknown quest?” Jeremy mused, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto the old man’s gaze. Memories of their previous encounter flooded back, igniting a sense of intrigue within him.“Well, well, well, I thought I was the only Nightcrawler here,” the old man grinned, a peculiar gleam in his eyes. As he spoke, the veins in his temple and forehead pulsed, sugges

Owen's gaze turned distant as he recounted the tale, pulling Jeremy deeper into a narrative that felt like an ancient myth coming to life. “Blackthorn was a supreme being, a force of nature in this century-long beef between vampires and werewolves. He wielded power unlike anything I had ever seen, and during my youth, I thought he was an alpha among the vampires, his presence enough to command respect and fear.”Jeremy nodded, captivated, as he leaned forward, the echoes of past battles resonating in his mind. “What did he look like?” he asked, curiosity igniting questions that had long lay dormant within him.Owen’s eyes seemed to glow with the memory. “He had eyes like molten rubies—glowing with a fierce intensity. Those eyes could pierce through the very soul of a being, making you feel as if he knew your deepest fears before you even spoke. He was charismatic, with an aura that drew people in and made them feel like they were part of something grand. I was honored when he chose

Jeremy nodded, his heart racing with the anticipation of battle. “What’s the plan?” he asked, eyes fixed on the colossal beast that loomed before them.“The plan is simple: we need to kill it as soon as possible. If it enters rage mode, I can’t assure our safety,” Owen Wyatt replied, his voice steady but laced with urgency. His eyes glowed crimson, and the veins on his pale skin bulged ominously, a clear indication that he was tapping into his true power.“Seems like he’s gotten serious,” Jeremy noted, observing the frail-looking vampire emanate a potent red aura that contrasted sharply with the oppressive atmosphere surrounding them.“Still, this isn’t enough,” Owen added inwardly, his gaze shifting back to the beast that gnawed at the ground like a predator sizing up its prey. The ape’s body shimmered in the light, appearing almost metallic, its ripped muscles which would give the world best bodybuilder a run for the money, bulging as if sculpted by the finest builders in the worl

Jeremy felt the weight of the katana in his hand, its blade gleaming with a fierce light that seemed to respond to the energy of the user. He aimed for the beast’s left arm, where he had previously cut tendons. “Let’s see if I can finish what I started!” he thought, slashing his katana with all his might.The blade connected with a satisfying thud, carving through the ape's flesh and eliciting another deafening roar of pain. Blood sprayed from the wound, and for a moment, Jeremy felt a rush of exhilaration. He had landed a decisive hit, and the beast was staggered once more.“Jeremy, keep it distracted!” Owen called out, trying to regain his footing after the earlier assault. The vampire was still recovering from the brutal impact against the tree, but he was pushing himself to rise, determination etched on his face.“Got it!” Jeremy replied, working to keep the beast’s attention on him. He darted around the ape, weaving in and out of its massive limbs, striking whenever the opportu