As Jeremy leaned against the kitchen counter, his thoughts swirling in the dimly lit apartment, he couldn't shake the feeling of despair that threatened to consume him. The weight of their struggles pressed down on him like a heavy burden, leaving him feeling powerless against the relentless tide of adversity.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence, shattering Jeremy's reverie. "Jeremy? Is everything okay?" Startled, Jeremy turned to see his mother standing in the doorway, her weary eyes filled with concern. Despite the exhaustion etched into her features, there was a quiet strength in her gaze that spoke volumes. Jeremy forced a weak smile, trying to hide the turmoil raging within him. "Yeah, Mom. Just tired, I guess." His mother studied him for a moment, her gaze searching his face for any signs of distress. She had always been able to see through his facade, to sense when something was amiss. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, stepping closer to him. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Jeremy's heart ached at the sincerity in his mother's words, the depth of her love and concern washing over him like a wave of warmth. Despite their struggles, she had always been his rock, his unwavering source of support and strength. Tears welled up in Jeremy's eyes as he met his mother's gaze, the weight of his worries threatening to overwhelm him. "I'm just... scared, Mom. Scared of what the future holds, of whether we'll ever be able to break free from this cycle of poverty." His mother's expression softened with empathy as she reached out to him, wrapping him in a comforting embrace. "I know, sweetheart. But we'll get through this together, I promise. We've faced tough times before, and we've always come out stronger on the other side." Jeremy nodded, the warmth of his mother's embrace soothing the ache in his heart. Despite the challenges they faced, he knew that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way. Jeremy vowed inwardly to fight for a better future, to defy the odds, and to carve out a path to success for himself and his mother. As they stood together in the fading light of day, surrounded by the echoes of their shared struggles, Jeremy felt a glimmer of hope ignite within him, a beacon of resilience that would guide them through the darkest of times. As Jeremy's mother held him in her comforting embrace, the weight of their struggles momentarily lifted, replaced by a sense of solace and reassurance. But as the hours passed and the evening wore on, reality once again came crashing down around them. With a heavy heart, Jeremy watched as his mother prepared to head back to her various jobs, the weariness etched into her features serving as a stark reminder of the sacrifices she made for his sake. Despite her best efforts to shield him from their harsh reality, Jeremy couldn't help but feel the weight of their struggles bearing down on him with suffocating force. As his mother bid him a weary farewell, Jeremy was left alone in the dimly lit apartment, the silence echoing with the emptiness of their existence. With a heavy sigh, he retrieved the crumpled papers from his pocket, the weight of their contents settling like a leaden weight in the pit of his stomach. As he unfurled the papers, Jeremy's heart sank at the sight of the mounting bills and debts that threatened to engulf them. Light bills, school fees issues, debts his late father had owed—all served as painful reminders of the relentless cycle of poverty that seemed to have no end. With a sense of despair gnawing at his soul, Jeremy felt the weight of his burdens crushing him beneath their suffocating embrace. The walls of their modest apartment seemed to close in around him, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of hopelessness and despair. And as he stared down at the papers in his trembling hands, Jeremy's resolve finally crumbled beneath the weight of his despair. With doleful and dead eyes, he whispered into the silence, "I can't take this anymore." Tears welled up in his eyes as he sank to his knees, the weight of their struggles threatening to overwhelm him. In that moment of despair, Jeremy felt utterly alone, adrift in a sea of darkness with no shore in sight. >_< The following day at school was like any other, filled with the usual monotony of classes and lectures. Jeremy sat at his desk, his mind still heavy with the weight of his family's struggles, his thoughts consumed by the desperate need to find a way out of their dire circumstances. As the teacher droned on at the front of the classroom, Jeremy's attention wandered, his thoughts drifting to the events of the previous night. He couldn't shake the memory of the link he had stumbled upon, the promise of lucrative but dangerous jobs beckoning to him like a siren's call. With a sense of apprehension tinged with hope, Jeremy discreetly pulled out his phone, the forbidden link burning a hole in his pocket like a guilty secret. As he surreptitiously clicked on the website, a rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins, the allure of the unknown drawing him in like a moth to a flame. As he scrolled through the myriad of listings, his heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with the possibilities that lay before him. For a moment, he allowed himself to entertain the notion of a life beyond the confines of poverty and despair, a life where he could provide for his mother and ease her burden once and for all. And then, his eyes landed on it—a job unlike any other, its caption flashing in bold letters against the dim glow of his phone screen. "Become an exorcist today!" it proclaimed, the promise of wealth and opportunity tantalizingly within reach. Jeremy's hands trembled as he clicked on the listing, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. As he read through the details of the job, a sense of determination welled up within him, the prospect of earning enough money to lift his family out of poverty driving him forward with renewed purpose. With a sense of resolve, Jeremy made a silent vow to himself to seize this opportunity with both hands, to take control of his destiny and forge a path to a better future for himself and his mother. As a smile spread across his lips, he knew that no matter the risks or challenges that lay ahead, he would face them head-on, fueled by the fire of his newfound determination.Jeremy wasted no time in dealing with his phone, the device now a lifeline to his newfound destiny. With trembling hands, he navigated to the website once more, his heart pounding in his chest as he revisited the details of his acceptance into the world of exorcism.Scrolling through the lengthy terms and conditions, Jeremy's eyes glazed over the fine print, his mind racing with anticipation. With a deep breath, he filled in his private details and signed, sealing his fate with a digital flourish.He accepted his first mission which would be in the evening, but before that, he had to meet with some of those agents who were representatives at a construction site by 5 pm.A surge of adrenaline coursed through him, the thrill of the unknown propelling him forward with renewed purpose. But amidst the excitement, a pang of apprehension tugged at his conscience, a reminder of the risks and dangers that lay ahead.With a sense of determination, Jeremy made a silent vow to himself to uphold t
As Jeremy stepped through the portal, a blinding light assaulted his senses, causing him to shield his eyes instinctively. After a few moments, the brightness faded, allowing him to take in his surroundings. The place he found himself in, resembled a dark, cavernous cave, its walls lined with jagged rocks that jutted out ominously. As he ventured further into the cave with a burning torch, Jeremy's heart pounded in his chest with each step, his nerves on edge as he braced himself for what lay ahead. Bats fluttered overhead, their wings casting eerie shadows against the cavern walls, while rodents scurried along the ground, their beady eyes glinting in the dim light. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, Jeremy pressed on, determined to fulfill his mission and change his fate. "With this simple mission, I can change my story," Jeremy thought to himself, his resolve strengthened by the prospect of a better future. Consulting the guidebook he had brought along, he reviewed the grades o
As Jeremy approached the dead beast, a sense of anticipation filled him as he considered the potential value of its recoverable items. The notifications that popped up only added to his excitement, detailing the loot that could be salvaged from the creature's remains. "Recoverable items: Wolf fangs set, claws, & hide," Jeremy read aloud, his eyes widening with interest. "This should fetch a good price in the market." His mind raced with possibilities as he calculated the potential earnings from selling the wolf parts. However, he quickly reminded himself of the exorcist agents waiting outside and decided to focus on the task at hand. "5000 rons... Not bad for starters," Jeremy muttered to himself, a sense of satisfaction creeping into his voice. Without hesitation, Jeremy confirmed his decision to extract the items, and they materialized in his palm almost instantly. "Guess I'm done here," Jeremy sighed, the weight of the battle lifting from his shoulders. "Time to see what e
"An important information?" Jeremy mused, and with a deep breath, Jeremy opened the email and began to read, his heart pounding with anticipation.(Your first mission was a success, and after further evaluation, you have been aasigned with a d-rank as an excorcist)(Tap here to access your rank's perks.) It read in bold and underlined letters.As Jeremy mused over the email, a mix of excitement and confusion coursed through his veins. He couldn't help but wonder how he had been evaluated so quickly after just leaving the dungeon moments ago. "After further evaluation?" he questioned aloud, his brow furrowing. "I thought I had just left there a few minutes ago..."Shaking off his confusion, Jeremy decided to set aside the perks mentioned in the email for now. He had more pressing matters to attend to, like finding a place to sleep for the night. He had already told his mom that he was going for a sleepover at a friend's house, a lie that he wasn't particularly proud of. "I'm so terrib
Jeremy's eyes widened in awe as he beheld the magnificent bungalow before him. The architectural design was exquisite, with its elegant facade and grand entrance. The building exuded an air of sophistication and luxury, with its well-manicured gardens and tasteful landscaping.As Jeremy glanced at his old wristwatch, he realized that it was 3:59:47, just a few seconds away from his desired time of entry. He let out a sigh, his anticipation growing as he waited for the clock to strike four. Time seemed to slow down as he eagerly anticipated stepping foot inside the building.Before opening the front door, Jeremy's eyes fell upon a signboard, confirming that he had indeed arrived at the right venue. The sign read, "The Dark Horses Guild." Jeremy's heart raced with excitement as he realized he was about to enter a place of mystery and intrigue."Okay, here we go," Jeremy mumbled to himself, his hand grasping the door knob. With a slight creak, the door swung open, revealing a room filled
Jeremy stood in the bathroom, lost in thought as the water droplets from his recent shower fell to the floor, creating a soothing echo in the quiet room. He had just completed his daily tasks, a routine he followed diligently to improve himself. 'Daily challenge completed√' . 'Would user like to assign SP automatically?' With a hint of skepticism, Jeremy responded to the prompt asking if he wanted his skill points allocated automatically. "Yes?" he mused, surprised by the seemingly intuitive nature of the system. Immediately, the system allocated his skill points, enhancing his abilities without any input from him. Jeremy couldn't help but wonder if the system was somehow able to read his thoughts. Curiosity piqued, Jeremy decided to check his stats. He quietly uttered the command, "View stats." In response, the system displayed Jeremy's current attributes and their respective levels. His Strength (STR) had increased by one point
As Jeremy stood in the midst of the desert, his surroundings taking on an eerie stillness, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The plain and smooth desert stretched out before him, seemingly endless in its expanse. The heat intensified, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead and trickle down his face. His throat felt parched, a dryness that seemed to consume him from within. Gulping down the rising anxiety, Jeremy took a tentative step forward, his boots sinking slightly into the soft sand. But as he moved, he felt a peculiar sensation beneath his foot. It was a slight crunch, as if he had stepped on something fragile. Curiosity piqued, he lifted his leg to inspect what he had inadvertently crushed. 'E rank beast (Desert crab)' To his surprise, he found himself staring at the remnants of an E-rank beast, a desert crab. Its lifeless form lay before him, its carapace gleaming in the harsh sunlight. Jeremy's expectations were tempered, knowing that defeating s
The deafening silence that followed was broken only by Jeremy's heavy breathing. He stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, his chest heaving as adrenaline coursed through his veins. The desert around him was littered with the lifeless bodies of the sand worms, their once fearsome forms now reduced to motionless hulks. The air hung heavy with the scent of victory, mingling with the faint musk of the fallen beasts. Jeremy took a moment to catch his breath, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the battle. Sweat soaked his clothes, clinging to his skin like a second layer. His body ached from the exertion, but a sense of accomplishment surged within him. He had faced the challenge head-on and emerged triumphant. As he surveyed the scene, his eyes fell upon the lifeless desert crab he had picked up earlier. In the chaos of the battle, it had been forgotten, dropped to the ground amidst the flurry of action. Jeremy bent down to retrieve it, holding it up in his hands once m
The air around them crackled with an oppressive, unnatural tension as Typhon stood motionless, towering over the battlefield like a living storm. His eyes, glowing like molten fire, were locked onto McCoy and his guild, his cold expression betraying no hint of mercy.A grotesque, unsettling noise filled the air. Typhon made an odd, guttural sound, and slowly, methodically, he stuck his massive hand down his throat. The movement was unnatural, almost alien, as he dug deeper, pulling something from within him. The sound of slick, greasy slime slithering over the ground followed, enough to make anyone with a semblance of sensitivity to retch.“Nu-ah...” Typhon muttered in an unsettling tone, his voice resonating deeply as his monstrous hand gripped the hilt of a weapon.From his throat emerged a sword—an absurdly long and grotesque blade, dripping with thick, viscous fluid. It was no ordinary weapon. The blade itself seemed to pulse, radiating a malevolent energy that made the air feel t
The flames didn’t stop with Jim. The fiery blast tore through the air, its heat warping the atmosphere. Buildings miles away were scorched clean, their facades riddled with perfectly circular holes as though a god’s spear had pierced them. Those not incinerated crumbled from the sheer force of the blast, collapsing in a cacophony of destruction.Even McCoy, standing far from the epicenter, felt the intense heat lick at his skin. His magically enhanced senses allowed him to track the blast’s trajectory, and what he saw sent chills down his spine.The devastation extended far beyond the city, leaving a trail of ruin in its wake. Streets buckled, trees withered to ash, and the ground itself cracked and smoldered. All of this happened in less than five seconds, yet the aftermath stretched for miles.A cold sweat ran down McCoy’s back as the reality of Typhon’s power sunk in. His hands trembled as he took in the scope of the destruction, but he forced himself to stay composed.“This isn’t
McCoy stood frozen, his mind racing through every piece of mythology he had ever read. His analytical nature warred with his instincts, both screaming at him to act but in entirely different ways.Before him stood Typhon—the youngest son of Gaia, a monster of unparalleled power. A being feared even by gods, Typhon’s mere presence warped the air, bending it to his will. His form loomed over the battlefield, a tempest of chaotic energy swirling around him."The youngest son of Gaia," McCoy said, forcing his voice to remain steady. "Surely you do not want to destroy a part of yourself."Typhon’s glowing eyes narrowed, his thunderous voice reverberating like an earthquake. "Huh? It seems this young mortal here is a fan of mine.""You could say that," McCoy replied, wiping the sweat rolling down his temple.He wasn’t lying. Since childhood, McCoy had immersed himself in the stories of gods and monsters, legends and myths that spanned cultures and centuries. Much to his parents’ dismay, he
Elijah stood firm, his voice steady despite his labored breathing. “Fighting isn’t just about brute strength,” he declared, his words cutting through the chaos. “Sometimes, wisdom outmatches power.”The words had barely left Elijah’s mouth when a deafening blast tore through the battlefield.Soren’s body was flung backward, forced deeper into the earth as concentric circles of light—white, gold, and red—engulfed him. Each explosion was more devastating than the last, the ground shattering beneath him in a cascading storm of debris.The battlefield transformed into a massive crater, the destruction extending for miles. Smoke and fire erupted from the epicenter, painting the sky in ominous hues.From a distance, Elijah and James watched the chaos unfold. They panted heavily, their bodies trembling from exhaustion. Blood dripped from their wounds, pooling beneath them as they knelt on the cracked earth.“Did we get him?” James asked, his voice hoarse and uncertain.Elijah didn’t respond
Two figures stood amidst the wreckage of a city torn apart by their power. One radiated a blinding, ethereal light, while the other exuded a suffocating darkness that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Their combined presence created a storm of energy that rippled outward, shaking the city to its very core and filling the air with a foreboding sense of impending doom.“Yo,” James sneered, his voice carrying a sinister edge. The shadowy aura around him writhed and twisted like a living entity, its tendrils snaking across the ground as if searching for prey.Soren stood across from him, grinning wickedly. His red aura flared with malevolent energy, a living flame that seemed to consume the air itself. A glowing crimson rod formed in his hand, jagged and pulsating with chaotic energy, its shape constantly shifting like molten lava.“This is going to be fun,” Soren declared, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.The moment the words left his mouth, the ground beneath them shattered.
The battlefield was chaos incarnate, the ground trembling under the immense force of their clash. Elijah stood amidst the destruction, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His once-pristine white suit was now in tatters, his body marred by countless bruises and cuts. Yet, his eyes burned with an unyielding resolve.Across from him stood Soren, his figure exuding an aura of superiority. His crimson gloves gleamed ominously, his sly grin a cruel mockery of the man struggling before him.“You sure are strong for a mortal stuck in the A-rank,” Soren remarked casually, his voice dripping with condescension as he adjusted the base of his gloves.Elijah didn’t respond immediately, his mind racing as he worked to suppress the pain from his injuries. The earlier kick had done significant damage, and he knew he couldn’t afford to falter now.“Twenty minutes,” he thought, focusing his energy inward to heal his ravaged organs. “That’s all I need to buy him. Just twenty minutes.”Soren cocked hi
James stirred in the rubble, the sharp sting of pain dragging him back to consciousness. Blood trickled down his face, pooling beneath him, and his entire body felt as though it had been shattered and pieced back together. His breaths came in shallow gasps, each one a struggle against the suffocating weight of debris and exhaustion.“Damn it,” he thought bitterly, his mind swimming in a haze of fragmented memories."Since I was young, I knew I was different. Special." James’s thoughts drifted to a distant past, a time when the world had been simpler. "I was born into wealth, into privilege. My family wanted for nothing, and from the moment I could walk, it was clear I wasn’t like the others."By six, James wasn’t just strong; he was superhuman. His punches could break walls, and his reflexes were unmatched. But with that strength came isolation."I terrified the other kids," he thought. "They couldn’t understand me. My silence, my ferocious gaze, the way I always got what I wanted—it
Soren descended gracefully, his crimson aura swirling around him like a living entity. His polished red gloves caught the dim light, and he dusted them off as if brushing away imaginary dirt. His gaze fixed on Elijah, a sneer tugging at his lips.“Insolent being,” he scoffed, his voice carrying an air of disdain. “How many times must I remind the world? I’ve stood at the peak of S rank for over a century. The strongest gods are just within my grasp. To think someone like you could challenge me… it’s laughable.”Elijah stood firm, his calm demeanor masking the storm within. “I agree with you,” he said, his tone steady. “Your power is extraordinary. But, you see, I’m not exactly ordinary myself.”Soren raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself.“I’ve been stuck at the peak of A rank for over two decades,” Elijah continued. “And just as the A rank is a bridge to the heroic ranks, S rank serves as the gateway to divinity. You stand at the edge of godhood, but even the gods have their l
The city of Texheram was no more than a smoldering wasteland. What once stood as a bustling metropolis was now a graveyard of shattered buildings and burning rubble. The streets, once filled with life, were eerily silent except for the crackling of flames and the occasional cries for help. The sky was a murky gray, thick with ash, and the faint glow of fires illuminated the chaos below. It was in this hellscape that Soren stood, embodying the destruction he had wrought.Perched on the edge of a crumbling skyscraper, Soren exuded a terrifying aura of dominance. His crimson attire, immaculate despite the carnage, caught the flickering light of the fires, and his tousled hair danced with the breeze. In his grasp was a woman, her neck clutched tightly in his hand. She gasped for air, her struggles feeble against the overwhelming strength of her captor.“Isn’t the weather splendid today?” Soren said with a grin that stretched unnaturally wide. His voice was calm, almost cheerful, yet laced