Kale Draven stood outside the guild hall, fists clenched, heart heavy.


    Another rejection. Another door shut in his face.


    “No power, no place in a guild,” they told him. Slayers without strength were worse than civilians.


    Still, he refused to quit. He trained harder than anyone, but deep down, he knew—effort alone wasn’t enough.


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    Walking home, he met his sister, Elena.


    “Another rejection?” she asked.


    Kale nodded.


    “Then find another way,” she said.


    Before he could reply, the sky cracked—an F-Rank Gate appeared. No one cared.


    Kale did. He stepped through.


    And the moment he did—the Gate vanished.