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 with bustling activity. The office room was spacious, accommodating up to thirty people, yet it still maintained an open and inviting atmosphere. Jeremy marveled at how his senses seemed heightened in this moment. The sights, sounds, and even the faintest of scents seemed more vivid and vibrant than ever before. It was as if the building itself had infused him with a newfound sense of awareness. "I believe you're the guest the boss is expecting," a young lady, approximately 18 to 20 years old, spoke as she approached Jeremy. She was dressed in a stylish black and white corporate dress, clutching a book that resembled a waiter's order list. "Her name must be Linda, and she seems to be the receptionist for the guild," Jeremy thought to himself, glancing at the name tag adorning the lady's shirt. He couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he hadn't shown up as expected. "Follow me," Linda instructed, leading Jeremy to another room. As they walked, Jeremy couldn't help but take in his surroundings, marveling at the design and layout of the building. Each office room they passed seemed to hold its own secrets, with numbers ranging from ten to one and an extra room. Finally, Linda stopped at room number one and gave two gentle knocks before opening the door. She gestured for Jeremy to enter, and he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. It was a typical office space, not as grand as Jeremy had imagined, but still filled with an air of professionalism. However, any disappointment quickly dissipated as Jeremy's attention was captured by the radiant smile of the person he had been eagerly anticipating. "You may have a seat," Jessica, the boss, said warmly, her voice filled with hospitality. Jeremy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity as he took his seat, ready to embark on the journey that awaited him in the Dark Horses Guild. For the next thirty minutes, Jessica delved into the basic details of the contract and provided some information about the guild. However, Jeremy couldn't help but notice that she deliberately left out certain key pieces of information. Also, he couldn't help but wonder why she would allow her receptionist, Linda, to be present during a contract negotiation process. As Jeremy glanced back at Linda, he noticed that she kept her gaze fixed on the ground. It was clear that she was trying not to intrude on the conversation, but her presence still raised questions in Jeremy's mind. "Does Linda's presence disturb you?" Jessica inquired, her expression calm and composed. Jeremy shook his head and smiled. "No, not at all." "Well, that's just a testament to how dear and trustworthy our people are to us," Jessica explained, a hint of pride in her voice. "We value the relationships we have within the guild, and everyone plays an important role." As Jessica continued to speak, she revealed more about the structure of the guild. There were various roles, including the guild master, advisors, support staff, partners, sponsors, and members. The members consisted of hunters or exorcists, depending on their preference and abilities. "I am currently filling in for the guild master, who is also a hunter and nearing retirement," Jessica explained. "Because of his limited availability, I have taken on the role of his personal assistant. And Linda here is the secretary of the guild, as well as my personal assistant when Guild Master Lin is not available." Jeremy couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that Jessica was not the ultimate boss of the guild. He had initially assumed that she held the highest position, but now it was clear that there was someone else in charge. "So, you're not the boss here," Jeremy stated rhetorically, trying to hide his surprise. Jessica chuckled softly. "I'm afraid not," she replied. "But I assure you, the guild master holds great respect and influence within and outside our organization." As Jeremy processed this new information, a nagging thought crossed his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if this contract he was about to sign was some kind of trap. There were still so many unanswered questions, and the missing details made him skeptical. He decided to observe the situation more closely before making any hasty decisions. "We should have wrapped things up here," Jessica began, her tone serious. "However, due to the fact that you are underage, our negotiations will have to remain a secret, even from other guilds and exorcists." She paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face, before continuing, "We could potentially face legal repercussions for this, but I believe that you are special." With those words, Jessica placed the contract details on the table and slid the paper towards Jeremy. The weight of the decision ahead hung in the air. Jeremy knew that he was only sixteen years old, and according to the rules, he would be limited to participating in D-dungeons and would always need to be accompanied by experienced exorcists. However, the contract Jessica was offering him would nullify those limitations and allow him to explore dungeons of higher levels. Not only that, but the pay would also be significantly higher. Jeremy hesitated for a moment, realizing the implications of signing such a contract. It was illegal and went against the regulations set by the guild. But at the same time, it presented an opportunity for him to surpass his current limitations and achieve greater success. He needed time to carefully consider the consequences before making a decision. "Don't get your hopes up," Jeremy finally spoke, his voice firm. "I need time to go over the contract before I can agree." The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Jessica's expression remained impassive, but Jeremy could sense that she was not pleased with his response. "Okay then," she replied, her tone professional. "I'll give you a week to review the contract. Report back to me within that time, or our negotiation will be null and void." With those words, the meeting came to an end, and Jeremy left the building, the weight of the decision still heavy on his mind. Meanwhile, back in her office, Jessica reclined in her chair, her head resting on the backrest. Thoughts swirled in her mind as she contemplated the situation. "Tsk! That boy now has the upper hand by postponing the signing of the contract," she muttered to herself. "He's quite the savvy businessman." She knew that she had to find a way to win Jeremy over to her side. She couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. Somehow, she had been the only one to notice the changes in Jeremy after he emerged from the dungeon. If anyone else were to discover his potential and use it against them, it would not bode well for the guild. Deep in thought, Jessica knew that she had to devise a plan to secure Jeremy's allegiance, no matter the cost. The stakes were high, and she was determined to stay one step ahead.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
Jeremy's body throbbed with an unbearable pain, clouding his thoughts and pushing him to his physical limits. 'Full health of user has been restored.' 'Hidden quest performance grading: B-' 'User's new rank: c' 'Weapon inventory and system store has been updated' 'AI voiceover for guiding user is now available' '21 skill points have been allocated to user.' 'Quest completed: Heart of steel (in the face of an overwhelming opponent, damage received would be reduced up to 2% while endurance would be boosted up to 25 when in danger.' He had pushed himself to the brink of destruction, but now, finally, the system was here to ease his suffering and restore him to full health. It was a moment of relief and gratitude, as he felt the weight lift off his shoulders and his body become whole once more. The injuries and deep cuts that had plagued him were miraculously healed, a testament to the power of the system. As he lay there, supine, Jeremy's gaze shifted towards the projection han
Jeremy stood in the unfamiliar surroundings, his mind racing to make sense of his current predicament. Confusion washed over him as he realized that he was not where he had expected to be after accepting the quest. The system stories he had read a few days ago, always transported the users back to the exact location where they had embarked on their journey. But now, he found himself in an unknown place with tattered clothes and a sense of disorientation. As he pondered his situation, a gust of wind brushed against his face, causing his clothes to flutter. Jeremy took a few steps forward, hoping to find some answers or at least a clue as to his whereabouts. To his surprise, he stumbled upon a road named Cipher Street. The population in this area seemed sparse, but he could not help but notice the strange reactions from the people he encountered. "They're avoiding me," Jeremy mused, a hint of disappointment in his voice. He observed as two young women quickly averted their gaze and
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
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