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