Had a very busy day, but still managed to squeeze this chapter out, love you all.
As Jeremy crossed the threshold into the inner sanctum of the guild, a hush fell upon the bustling room. The members, engrossed in their respective tasks, paused momentarily to acknowledge his presence. Some offered friendly greetings, their voices carrying a melody of warmth and camaraderie, while others simply nodded in recognition. It was evident that his arrival had not gone unnoticed, and Jeremy couldn't help but marvel at how seamlessly he seemed to blend into the fabric of the guild. "It appears that I have been embraced as one of their own," Jeremy mused, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he surveyed the scene before him. The realization that he had effortlessly assimilated into this clandestine world only fueled his intrigue, leaving him with a lingering sense of curiosity about the guild's inner workings. As he made his way towards Jessica's office, Jeremy couldn't help but ponder the significance of the guild members' familiarity with his presence. It seem
It was a scorching Sunday afternoon in Oakfield city, with the sun blazing down mercilessly, threatening to smite anyone in its path. The citizens of the city were desperately seeking refuge from the unusual and intense heat, clutching umbrellas as they went about their day, hoping to shield themselves from the blistering rays.Meanwhile, Jeremy found himself standing just before the entrance to the kitchen, a sheepish smile on his face as his mother scolded him. Ignoring her words, seemingly lost in thoughts as he pondered, "I thought the weather forecasters said it was going to be a thunderstorm?"His mother's voice grew louder as she hollered, trying to get his attention. But then, her tone softened, and a pitiful look crossed her face. "Jeremy," she said, her voice filled with disappointment, "are you even listening?""I'm sorry, Mum," Jeremy mumbled, his gaze fixed on the ground. He could sense his mother's disappointment, and it made him feel guilty."Where did you go for a wh
It was another mundane Monday at school, the day that almost every student dreaded. The weather matched the dullness of the day, with a gloomy atmosphere hanging in the air. The morning assembly passed by in a blur of announcements and mundane speeches.However, Jeremy was different. He walked with an air of extreme confidence, his uniform impeccably tailored and his shoes polished to perfection. The student who had once been discriminated against for his family's financial status, his white hair, and average looks, was now the talk of the school.As Jeremy made his way to class, he paid no attention to the stares and whispers around him. Girls blushed as he passed by, and even a few boys couldn't help but be captivated by his presence."Devils!" Jeremy thought inwardly, ignoring the eyes fixed on him and the awkward and lewd looks he received.People would have loved to approach him, to befriend him, but there was an unmistakable cold aura surrounding him and a fierce gaze in his ey
Determined to change the narrative and make himself more approachable and relatable, Jeremy made a conscious effort to switch off his cold aura. He wanted to show his classmates and teachers that there was more to him than just an intimidating presence. He softened his expression, allowing a genuine smile to grace his lips, and his demeanor transformed from aloof to welcoming.The change in Jeremy's aura didn't go unnoticed. Some of his classmates, who had previously been wary of approaching him, began to feel more at ease in his presence. They saw a side of him that they hadn't seen before, someone who was willing to engage and interact on a friendly level. Slowly but surely, Jeremy started to break down the barriers that had been built around him.As the day progressed, the dynamics within the school began to shift. Some were drawn to him out of genuine interest, while others sought to use his newfound popularity for their own gain.In the third period, Jeremy found himself in a m
Wednesday had arrived, heralding a pivotal moment for Jeremy as he stepped into the bustling main office of the dark guild. A grand sign emblazoned with the guild's name greeted him, casting a festive glow over the transformed space, now resembling a lively dance floor. The atmosphere crackled with excitement, fueled by an impressive spread of refreshments: from fine wines and chilled beers to a variety of spirits, sodas, succulent steaks sizzling on grills, and an assortment of delectable treats.Before the revelry could commence, introductions took precedence. Jeremy surveyed the room, taking note of the twenty out of thirty hunters and exorcists who had gathered. Among them, fifteen held the esteemed C grade, each with a unique aura of seasoned experience. Another five members stood out as B grade, their presence exuding confidence and capability, and were filled by those hovering between B- and B+, each embodying their own blend of skill and determination.For the remaining ten
"Prepare yourselves, everyone!" Warhuz, a highly skilled exorcist ranked C+, bellowed with a commanding presence as he clapped his hands, exuding confidence. He led the group towards the imposing purple portal that stood before them, ready to embark on a perilous mission.Brandon, second-in-command in this operation and also a C+ Hunter, couldn't contain his excitement and enthusiasm. "A'ight, yeah! less do zis ma'f*ckers!" he exclaimed, leaping around like a jubilant frog.Jeremy, on the other hand, wore a sly grin as he discreetly suppressed his aura. Being underestimated and perceived as the weakest member of the group worked to his advantage. "Here I come," he whispered to himself, relishing the element of surprise he held.However, Jeremy's momentary satisfaction was interrupted by a man with a comically shaped mustache who arrogantly approached him. "Don't even think about abandoning your post. As a D-ranked exorcist, your role is to mine crystals, collect valuable items, an
"Stealth mode!" Jeremy proclaimed, drawing his katana from seemingly thin air. As Jeremy prepared to face the enraged creatures, he couldn't help but wonder why they were already in rage mode. Had someone been in this dungeon before them? Or perhaps another team was also clearing this dungeon? Jeremy was aware that other guilds raided dungeons as well. However, If that was the case, this dungeon should have already been marked. There was no time to dwell on these thoughts as the beasts lunged towards Jeremy and Stella. "Watch out!" Jeremy warned Stella, noticing two tigers already leaping towards her. Realizing she couldn't escape the dire situation, Jeremy swiftly dashed towards her, slashing in a calculated manner. With precise movements, he targeted the first tiger's paws and the second tiger's belly. In a rapid succession of slashes, Jeremy aimed for the second tiger's eyes and the first tiger's neck before retreating, grabbing Stella's hand and pulling her away from the b
As the battle intensified, Jeremy's movements became more fluid and controlled. He anticipated the tigers' attacks, dodging and parrying with expert precision. With every swing of his katana, he aimed for vital spots, hoping to weaken his opponents.But the tigers were no ordinary foes. Their agility and strength were unmatched, and their thick fur offered a form of natural armor. Jeremy's strikes, though precise, seemed to have little effect. Blood trickled down his arm from a cut inflicted by one of the tigers, but he ignored the pain, his focus unwavering.He utilized his surroundings to gain an advantage. He lured one tiger towards a narrow passage, where its size and agility would be limited. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly sidestepped the tiger's attack, causing it to crash into the wall.As the injured tiger recovered, Jeremy swiftly moved to the next phase of his plan. He positioned himself strategically, using his katana to redirect the attention of the remaining two t