The dining room was filled with an intense but joyous mood as Carson discussed with everyone, trying to bring everyone along and not make anyone feel left out. He asked different questions, making it seem as though he just came back to life and was trying to learn about his family. However, only Lady Storm and Charles knew that he was only keeping the conversation light and engaging because of his little sister. Charles observed Carson with his side eyes, 'He still cherishes her as much as he did before the dungeon happened, why doesn't he treat me the same?' he thought. He could still recall when Carson entered the storm family mansion for the first time, he didn't even care about his own grandmother and even threatened her. But when it came to Clarissa, he was all talk and smile. This made Charles bitter and filled with regrets. "Clarissa, when was your graduation from highschool? I'm sorry I missed it even when I promised you a gift for it. Do you have any pictures of it so I
The atmosphere inside the room was intense. Lady Storm tried to compose herself under Carson's fiery glare. "It was a misunderstanding," she stammered. "We never wanted her to marry William, their marriage would have destroyed the reputation of our family." Carson's eyes burned with intensity. "Misunderstanding? Do you think you can justify erasing her happiness because of some misguided notion of propriety? What is the reputation of a family compared to the happiness of your own granddaughter?" Carson might appear strong, but when he was younger, he went through the same thing Clarissa went through. His grandfather was a very harsh man, and powerful too. He would force Carson to train and learn how to do business in order to raise the reputation and wealth of the storm family. He never for once cared about what Carson liked or disliked. While he grew strong because of his father, he also missed a lot of things. The reason he is angry now is because his sister has lost a happ
The dinner continued in a peaceful yet intense atmosphere. They were with each other in peace but in their mind, most of them felt extremely hateful and most of them felt extremely loved. William watched them from the corner of his eyes as he enjoyed his meal. Although the mood right now was peaceful, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. He couldn't quite tell what was wrong but his heart said so. William's intuition has never been wrong. "William, how about you guys plan a new wedding, I apologize for the first ruined one," Carson suddenly said. One could easily tell that he is still thinking about the issue despite settling it. "I don't think that would be effecting, am sure Clarissa would agree more. Nevertheless, I plan on taking her on a rescheduled honeymoon to a country of her choice, we can take that as a repayment for the wedding we missed." William smiled. He felt that throwing a wedding now that they are already married would be ineffective. However, he
The peaceful atmosphere at the Storm family turned chaotic after the explosive power spread across the area.Inside the dining hall, Carson stared at the entrance with a cold look on his face. After the explosion and sensing the presence, he immediately knew who they were up against.Carson turned to look at the others."William, Charles, protect Clarissa. No matter what, no one should step out of the hall. Understood?"William and Charles nodded."Don't worry, it will be okay very soon," said Carson as he summoned a sword made of light.He turned to Porter and nodded. Porter nodded back at him. He seemed to have sent a signal that only Porter could interpret.Afterwards, Carson turned his back and began walking out of the hall.William stared at his back as he left the room. What could be his fate? he wondered."My ladies, young masters. Come with me," Porter bowed courteously and said.Everyone looked at him with a little bit of puzzlement. They all knew that Carson trusted Porter b
Inside the dining hall, Lady Storm paced back and forth with worry etched on her face. Though she knew her grandson was strong, at this moment, after hearing the explanation from Porter, she couldn't help but be concerned for his safety."We should go out and check on him," she suggested."I am sorry, my lady, but the young master has asked us to remain indoors. We can't disobey his order,"Porter replied. He was only loyal to his master; if Lady Storm gave a command opposing that of his master, he would not take it."He is my grandson! Damnit, at least let me go see how he is doing," Lady Storm insisted, but Porter shook his head.William and Clarissa sat on a sofa in a corner of the room. Clarissa looked extremely worried and sickened, likely because of the corpse she had seen earlier."There are a lot of conspiracies surrounding Carson. He returned from a dungeon after being presumed dead, and now his place is under attack. What might be happening?" William wondered."Do you think
“You should worry about yourself more than you worry about your brother.”A devious voice slithered into the hall, making every head turn towards the entrance with a mix of caution and dread. William summoned his sword from his ring, his gaze fixed on the doorway.TAP.TAP.Footsteps echoed through the hall, each step deliberate and menacing, louder than the last.Every person in the room tensed, their bodies rigid with anticipation. Even Porter, usually unshakable, looked extremely wary.TAP.TAP.The footsteps grew louder, the owner drawing nearer, their presence a palpable force.The tension in the room thickened, the air almost crackling with fear and uncertainty. The tension seemed to stretch endlessly as the figure finally emerged from the darkness of the corridor.A cloaked figure stepped into the room, the dim light revealing only the sharp glint of cold red eyes beneath the red mask he wore.The figure released a powerful, suffocating aura, a blend of power and malice that ma
Darkbane stared down from midair. He watched as his summoned creature was attacked by the sword energy from Carson's sword. He watched as his creature, a monster with a very strong defense, stronger than thick hard metals, got split into two by sword energies. But that didn't make him open his eyes in shock. What caused that was that, right in front of his eyes, Meader turned into dust and disappeared. "How," He muttered to himself as he couldn't grasp what had just occurred. "Do you want to summon another creature to test your luck, hmm, Darkbane?" Carson asked with a cold smile on his face. His smile was calm, cold and menacing at the same time. It made Darkbane grit his teeth, wishing he could just go down there and kill Carson once and for all. Sadly, he is just a summoner, he doesn't have the ability to fight in hand to hand combat or even usw weapons. He can only use the creatures he summons to fight. And summoning monsters from the underworld costs a lot of manners. A ra
'I have to end this quickly,' William made a strong resolve inwardly. He took a quick glance across the room, observing it: The once neat and properly decorated dining hall was in shambles, broken glasses layed on the ground, some of the furniture had been tossed aside by the strong wind and blast wave. The fragrant smell in the room has been replaced with the iron smell of fresh blood. Everything has become chaotic. Charles has fainted. Clarissa is only holding on to her consciousness at the moment. Even the lady storm, the strongest among them, looked scared and couldn't even stare into the eyes of her enemies. 'I am the only one standing who can fight, but what would help me?' William was in a panicky state, his mind was moving so fast, making different thoughts that he almost forgot he had the biggest assistance in the world. "That's right, my system," He muttered to himself and quickly called up the system. [[ Yes host ]] After the system responded, William proceeded to e
The world had changed, but it was slowly mending. The scars left by the apocalypse were deep, and the memories of those harrowing days would never truly fade, but humanity was resilient. Two weeks had passed since the hunters had emerged victorious from the Death Tower, and in that short time, the earth had already begun to heal.The sky was a clear blue, the clouds soft and white, drifting peacefully above a world that had been plunged into darkness for so long. The air, once thick with the stench of decay and the virus that had plagued humanity, was now clean and fresh, a reminder of the life that had been restored. Birds, absent during the apocalypse, had returned, their songs filling the air with a sense of normalcy that had been absent for far too long.The government, once crippled by the chaos, had reestablished itself. Leaders who had survived the ordeal stepped forward, determined to rebuild the world that had been nearly destroyed. They worked tirelessly, organizing effo
William blinked as the light surrounding him began to fade, the familiar, comforting warmth of reality returning to him.The oppressive darkness and twisted landscape were gone, replaced by the cool air and the solid ground beneath his feet.He felt the weight of exhaustion settle over him, but with it came a profound sense of relief. He had won.As his vision cleared, William found himself standing at the entrance of the Death Tower, the same place where their perilous journey had begun. He wasn’t alone. Around him, the surviving hunters appeared, emerging from their own battles, their faces a mixture of disbelief, exhaustion, and profound relief.They were fewer in number—much fewer. What had once been a group of sixty had been reduced to a small, ragged handful. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with surprise and then, slowly, with growing joy as they realized what had happened. They had survived. They had made it out alive.Carson was the first to speak, his voice hoars
William stared at the figure before him, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the twisted reflection standing just a few paces away. The smirk on the doppelganger's face was chilling, filled with an arrogance and darkness that William recognized but had never embraced himself. This was not just a reflection; it was something far more sinister. "Who are you?" William demanded, his voice steady, though the unease gnawed at him. "Why do you look like me?" The doppelganger tilted its head slightly, the smirk widening. "I am the Dark One," it said, its voice a distorted echo of William's own. "The force behind the apocalypse, the one who brought chaos and ruin to your world." William’s eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed in anger. "You... You’re the one who unleashed the zombies, who turned the world into a living nightmare?" His grip tightened on his sword, the blade beginning to glow faintly with the power of his blood magic. "Why? Why would you do something so monstrous?
After venturing into the portal, the fate of all the hunters were left in their own hands. Each of them were sent to a new world to face a different challenge. A large numbers of the hunters died the moment they appeared!Some fought with their last bits of strengths, the zeal to survive pushing them further. Nevertheless most of them were unable to wrestle against their own fate. Some like Carson and Gregor survived. A lot faced unfortunate deaths, their fates ended! This was the job of the death tower after all. ....Mark found himself standing in a desolate wasteland, the ground cracked and barren, with jagged rocks jutting out of the earth like broken teeth. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, and the air was thick with the smell of sulfur. There was no sign of life, no movement, only the oppressive silence of a world that had been long abandoned."Where am I?" Mark muttered to himself, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. He looked aroun
Gregor awoke to a world of fire and smoke. The ground beneath him was hot, the air thick with ash and the smell of burning flesh. He groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, his body aching from the strain of the previous battles. But as he looked around, he realized that he was alone.“Carson? William?” he called out, but his voice was swallowed by the roar of the flames that surrounded him.He was standing in the middle of a volcanic wasteland, the ground cracked and scorched, with rivers of molten lava flowing through the fissures. The sky above was a dark, stormy gray, with ash and embers swirling in the air like a deadly blizzard. In the distance, he could see massive volcanic peaks, their slopes glowing with the intense heat of the lava flows.There was no sign of his comrades, no trace of the others who had fought by his side. Gregor clenched his fists, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Where am I? What is this place?”But there was no time for a
As the hunters leaped into the light, they felt a sudden, jarring sensation as if the very fabric of reality had shifted around them. The blinding brightness enveloped them, and for a moment, it felt as though they were floating in an endless void. But then, just as quickly, the sensation ended, and they found themselves standing on solid ground once more.The light receded, and with it, the warmth that had surrounded them. Each of them opened their eyes to a new reality—one that was far from the serene landscape they had glimpsed before. Instead, they were plunged into separate worlds, each one a twisted, chaotic reflection of the challenges they had already faced. And worst of all, they were alone.Carson blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was standing in a dense forest, but it was unlike any forest he had ever seen. The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the
The robotic voice barely finished speaking when the ground beneath the hunters began to tremble violently. Before they could react, the floor cracked open beneath their feet, creating a gaping tunnel that spiraled downward into darkness. Without a moment’s hesitation, William shouted, “Into the tunnel! Move!”The hunters, their instincts honed by the countless battles they had fought, didn’t waste time questioning. They jumped into the tunnel, their bodies sliding down the smooth, obsidian-like surface as the walls blurred past them. The descent was steep, and the sensation of speed was dizzying, but none of them allowed fear to take hold. They knew that whatever awaited them at the end of this tunnel was the final challenge of the tower.The tunnel seemed to stretch on endlessly, the darkness oppressive and suffocating. But far ahead, a faint light appeared, growing brighter as they drew closer. The sight of it brought a spark of hope to the hunters—they were nearing the end.Howeve
In the inferno purgatory, Willaim and the hunters heard a very loud shriek that pierce through the core of emotions and inflicts all sort of negative emotions, including fears. William quickly pun around, his eyes scanning the horizon for the source of the noise. The flames flickered and danced in the distance, casting long shadows across the cracked ground, but there was nothing else in sight.But then the shadows began to move.From the darkness between the flames, figures began to emerge. At first, they were little more than dark shapes, but as they drew closer, their forms became clearer. They were tall, towering over the hunters, with long, tattered robes that billowed around them like smoke. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but their eyes—glowing a sickly green—burned with a cold, unholy light.Each figure carried a massive scythe, the blades glinting wickedly in the firelight. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, their skel
As William stepped through the portal, the world around him dissolved into a blur of light and energy. The sensation was disorienting, as if he were being pulled through a tunnel at breakneck speed, but it lasted only a moment. When the light faded, he found himself standing in a place that defied all sense of reality.The ground beneath his feet was blackened and cracked, as if the very earth had been scorched by an unrelenting fire. Flames flickered and danced across the landscape, casting an eerie, orange glow that bathed everything in a hellish light. The air was thick with heat, and the smell of sulfur and burning flesh hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe.All around them, the landscape stretched out in a twisted, nightmarish expanse. Jagged mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks wreathed in fire and smoke. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, their glowing currents radiating an intense heat that made the skin prickle. And everywhere they l