《I Only Have Support Skills》


 Chapter 1: Dante

    <h4>Chapter 1: Dante</h4>


    Dante gazed at the moon with a profound weariness in his dark eyes. Its brilliance bathed his face in an ethereal glow as hey there, breathing heavily, in stark contrast to the moon''s luminance.


    He rose to his feet, retrieving his dagger, before wiping the blood from his mouth with his tattered sleeve. Dante then charged forward with unwavering determination. His dark hair swayed in the wind, and his hands trembled from clutching the dagger so tightly.


    Before him, a diminutive green creature brandishing a sword screeched and confronted Dante.


    It was a goblin, a small, nimble creature with green skin and a lean physique, considered the feeblest of all dungeon monsters.


    Dante deftly dodged to the side, delivering a swift kick that sent the goblin tumbling across the ground, crashing into a nearby tree. With determination, Dante surged forward, brandishing his dagger.


    A sharp whoosh filled the air as the dagger sliced through the goblin''s neck. Its head soared through the night andnded several feet away, severed from its body.


    Dante let out a relieved sigh and sank to one knee, his fatigue evident. Three goblin corpses, including the one he had just dispatched,y around him. After catching his breath, Dante struggled to his feet and made his way toward a nearby campsite.


    The flickering bonfire cast a warm glow over the camp. Four individuals encircled the mes, engaged in boisterous conversation andughter. Their attention turned to the source of a dying goblin''s screams as they noticed Dante approaching.


    Among them, a young man donning expensive armor and a sword at his side, his features marked by blonde hair, blue eyes, and a striking handsomeness, furrowed his brow. This was Lucius, the leader of Dante''s current squad.


    "I took care of the goblins," Dante said, his head lowered.


    "Before you join us, get changed," Lucius ordered, his gaze fixed on Dante''s bloodstained attire. Dante nodded slowly, retrieved his bag from the camp''s outskirts, and made his way toward a simple tent set up nearby.


    "Peasant." Lucius sneered as Dante entered the tent.


    Hispanions burst intoughter.


    A girl, her outfit emphasizing her figure, stood at Lucius''s side and draped her arm around his neck.


    "Sarah." Lucius addressed the girl while also encircling her body with his arm.


    "Why did you bring someone like him into our squad?" Sarah inquired, her gaze shifting toward the tent. She expressed her displeasure at Dante, a person with the lowest ''potential,'' being part of their team, whose members prided themselves on their talent and affluent or influential backgrounds.


    Lucius hailed from an influential guild known as the Vesper Guild, with his status further elevated by being the guild master''s son. Sarah, on the other hand, hailed from a well-to-do family. The remaining duo, George and Michael, also came from privileged and influential backgrounds. The squad''s age range spanned from 16 to 18.


    "He''s a fine errand boy, isn''t he? Although it takes him nearly an hour to dispatch three goblins." Lucius remarked, nodding toward the goblin corpses. Lucius''s eyes turned cold as he contemted another purpose for Dante, a contingency n.


    "What did you expect from someone like him? His skill is pitifully weak¡ª''Concentration,'' my *ss!" Sarah quipped, elicitingughter from theirpanions.


    Despite their mirth, their eyes were drawn to Sarah''s physique. Lucius sensed their gazes, and though he felt annoyed, he could do little, knowing that each of them had influential connections, except for Dante.


    While Dante changed, the sound of theirughter reached his ears. He drew a deep breath and clenched his fists. Even though it was just theirughter, Dante could discern that it was directed at him.


    Ever since they entered the dungeon, Dante had endured their treatment, akin to that of a servant, assigning him tasks that did not align with his intended role. They had him scout, bait enemies, and, most recently, engage inbat with the goblins, despite Dante signing up as a support member due to his unique skill. However, Dante was aware that retaliating would be futile. This squad was not the first to mistreat him, especially when they hailed from influential backgrounds.


    His skill, known as "Concentration," did little to boost his esteem. Its name described its function well, as it granted the user, or someone they chose, enhanced concentration¡ªbut for a mere 10 seconds. It was a straightforward and unexciting skill that made him the target of scorn. Their pride and egos further exacerbated the situation, causing them to dismiss Dante''s support capabilities altogether.


    ording to them, what can you enhance when you are already in concentration? Dante didn''t bother responding to them. On the contrary, he was content that they didn''t require his support skill, allowing him to use it on himself more frequently.


    Dante emerged from the tent, sporting fresh attire. He chose to keep his distance from the group, opting to stand alone. Gently, he touched his stomach, where a simple bandage was wrapped, and a grimace crossed his face as pain red.


    ''Damned goblins,'' Dante mused silently. He had little choice but to endure their mistreatment. Although this squad offered higher pay than his previous ones, most of its members regarded him as nothing more than an errand boy. Dante recognized this reality but remained reticent.


    Meanwhile, Lucius and Sarah continued to embrace, engrossed in their conversation. George and Michael couldn''t help but envy them, and they too joined in the discussion.


    After a while...


    "We should proceed. Let''s take down the boss," Lucius dered to his squadmates, his gaze lingering on Dante. Upon hearing this, Dante couldn''t suppress a curse under his breath, knowing he had barely managed to catch some rest. George, with his imposing frame, grabbed a shield nearly half his size, while Michael retrieved his dual daggers.


    "Hmph! Alright," Sarah grumbled, picking up her arrows. Unlike the others, she didn''t protest vocally. As for Dante, he made an effort to move despite his injuries. However, instead of arming himself immediately, he headed to the rear of the camp to collect their belongings. Once he wasden with bags, he returned, only to discover that they had already set off without waiting for him.


    Dante nced at the still-burning bonfire and then at the moon, a frown etching his features. Without a word of caution, he went to gather some dirt and used it to extinguish the fire before hurrying to catch up with the rest. He knew the dangers of venturing into dungeons at night, but he also recognized that his warnings would likely fall on deaf ears, so he didn''t bother speaking up.


    After walking through the forest for nearly 30 minutes, they stumbled upon a horde of goblins, likely the same group Dante had encountered earlier, the one he had dispatched three of. It was the dead of night, and the goblins were fast asleep. Without awaiting any orders, George charged forward, bellowing loudly, heedless of the possibility of waking the slumbering creatures. Michael swiftly followed suit, his face adorned with a mischievous grin.


    Their target: ten sleeping goblins.

 Chapter 2: Dante(Part 2)

    <h4>Chapter 2: Dante(Part 2)</h4>


    Dante, observing this scene, couldn''t help but smile wryly. Their behavior had been consistent since their entry into the dungeon. Despite it being an F-ss dungeon, characterized as a beginner''s realm and a repeatable type, the potential for danger still lurked.


    From their very first encounter, Dante had discerned their amateur status. Having served as an ''errand boy'' in various squads and having witnessed numerous close calls in dungeons, even though its only of F-ss dungeons, he had developed a knack for making basic judgments about such situations.


    Raising one''s voice before engaging inbat only serves to broadcast your location to the enemy, and it can even attract additional monsters towards your group. Such recklessness bes especially perilous during the night, when creatures that specialize in nocturnal hunting are more active.


    George, already arge figure, expanded further as a crimson aura enveloped him¡ªa clear sign that he was channeling mana to trigger his special skill. This augmentation bolstered his physical might. Meanwhile, Michael became shrouded in a shadowy haze, enhancing his speed.


    Within a minute, they managed to dispatch nearly five slumbering goblins. However, theirmotion roused the others, who charged at them in retaliation. Yet, before the awakened goblins could reach their intended targets, two arrows crackling with lightning speedily found their marks, taking down three of the attackers. Sarah lowered her bow, grinning in triumph and casting a victorious nce towards Lucius.


    Sarah''s skill enables her to shoot arrows with lightning imbued on them.


    With thest of the goblins nearly defeated, George and Michael exchanged knowing grins, as they decided to leave it as that.


    "Dante, collect the monster cores," Luciusmanded with an air of unbridled arrogance, content to watch them handle the task.


    Dante moved forward before Lucius had even finished his words. As he approached the goblin corpses, George deliberately bumped into him, offering a sarcastic "oops." Dante seethed with indignation and powerlessness.


    He gathered the monster cores dropped by the goblins. When he attempted to shift thest goblin''s body, it abruptly sprang to life, its eyes wide open, and lunged at him.


    "ARGH!" Dante grunted as the goblin''s nails wed at his hands. It pinned him down, and Dante struggled to free himself. As they wrestled, Dante could see hispanionsughing at his expense, their eyes filled with scorn.


    "Let''s go!" Lucius ordered, and they followed him without a second thought, their nces shooting disdainfully in Dante''s direction.


    Dante''s heart brimmed with a mixture of hatred and helplessness.


    Dante grappled with the goblin, which had taken advantage of his unprepared state despite its injuries from their previous encounter. Dante couldn''t help but consider it outright bullying. In desperation, he reached for a nearby sword and, with a resounding echo, thrust it into the goblin''s neck.


    After regaining hisposure and stowing thest monster core in one of his bags, Dante hurriedly pursued hispanions. His emotions churned within him, and he longed to abandon everything and escape into a deep sleep, as if all these experiences were nothing more than a dream.


    ***


    As they continued their hunt for monsters on their way to the boss floor, the squad''s confidence didn''t lose. As this dungeon was of the repeatable type, they had already familiarized themselves with theyout beforehand. However, they never missed an opportunity to torment Dante.


    Dante had no choice but to frequently use his skill to stay alert, not only for their relentless bullying but also for potential dangers. With his skill active, he observed the surroundings¡ªtrees swaying, branches colliding, and the echoing sounds of insects. Dante remained on high alert, while his squad mates appeared at ease. Lucius, usually arrogant; Sarah, her sensuous allure in every step; George, his imposing physique leaving no blind spots; and Michael, his gaze lingering on Sarah''s figure¡ªall walked as if they were in their own backyard, confident in their abilities.


    "I can''t wait to see that new sports car," Michael suddenly murmured, catching Lucius''s attention as he recalled theunch of a new sports car. Lucius made a mental note to purchase it when they were out of the dungeon.


    "I''m going to buy new makeup," Sarah thought to herself, feeling she wasn''t beautiful enough.


    George''s thoughts centered on food as his stomach growled.


    Their footsteps echoed in the dark night, and they made no effort to conceal their presence.


    Dante contemted, "Too much confidence can lead to arrogance," just as his skill''s activation neared its end. In the shadows of the trees, a dark figure moved. Dante managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of it but failed to fully discern its appearance. His skill enhanced his concentration but not his eyesight. Nevertheless, Dante was almost certain he had spotted a monster¡ªa fast one, perhaps even faster than Michael.


    Goosebumps covered Dante''s body. Based on all the information he''d read about dungeons, no F-ss dungeon was known to harbor a monster of such speed. Unless it was a ''lost monster.''


    "G-guys, I think we should hurry," Dante mustered the courage to speak up. He knew that the monster was dangerous and needed to warn hispanions.


    "Hmm?"


    But all he received were res.


    "I saw a monster, faster than Michael," Dante asserted, ncing briefly at Michael, who visibly darkened.


    Bang!


    Dante was struck in the stomach and sent flying several meters, blood staining his clothes as hended.


    Cough!


    Dante coughed up blood. Michael stared at him coldly. Michael''s higher skill potential meant he was physically superior to Dante.


    "Keep your mouth shut, trash!" Michael spat at Dante, offended by what he perceived as Dante''s condescension.


    "Do you know where we are? This is only an F-ss dungeon. With his skill potential and in terms of speed, no monster is faster than Michael here," Lucius stated emotionlessly, his gaze icy as he looked at Dante, who could hardly hear him amidst his continued coughing.


    Skill potential determined the strength of a skill. Dante''s potential was rated as F, his skill growth nearly non-existent. In contrast, Michael had a C-rated potential, while George and Sarah were rated B. Lucius, the squad leader, boasted an A rating. Skill potential also affected the growth of the ''Holder,'' the person possessing the skill, and there were devices to measure it.


    "Stupid!" Sarah eximed, tugging at Lucius, signaling they should proceed. Georgeughed heartily.


    Dante struggled to stand up and follow them.


    As they made their way toward their destination, they dispatched any monsters they encountered, showing no concern for their surroundings. Goblins weremon in this dungeon, so they encountered them frequently. They also encountered some slimes, all of which they killed without hesitation.

 Chapter 3: Ghast Wolves

    <h4>Chapter 3: Ghast Wolves</h4>


    After nearly an hour of venturing deeper into the dungeon, they finally reached their destination. Before themy an open area devoid of trees¡ªa circr tform adorned with intricate patterns, and atop it floated a mysterious stone. This was the teleportation portal that would transport them to the boss room.


    "Whew! We''re finally here," Sarah eximed, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. A collective sigh of relief emanated from the group as they anticipated concluding their dungeon exploration.


    "Once we''re done with the boss, we''ll be officially registered as a squad," Lucius dered as he approached the tform. The others followed suit, with Dante, as usual, bringing up the rear.


    They were mere meters away from setting foot on the tform when suddenly...


    Whoosh!


    A dark shadow darted before them. Instantly, everyone tensed, drawing their weapons. Dante''s anxiety was confirmed.


    Grrr! The creature that now confronted them moved on all fours, its fur as dark as night, and its menacing red eyes locked onto them¡ªthe Ghast Wolf. It was a creature typically found in D-ss dungeons or higher.


    "Shit! It''s a Ghast Wolf!" George cursed, tightening his grip on his shield. Michael took a step back, nearly colliding with Dante, whose eyes reflected despair. Dante knew he couldn''t do much in this situation; his survival depended on staying with the group.


    "If only they had taken my advice seriously," Dante thought, and with that, he activated his skill¡ªConcentration.


    "W-what should we do?" Sarah stammered, her hand trembling as she clutched her bow. She understood that they couldn''t handle this monster. Many deaths had urred in their vicinity, especially among newly-formed squads.


    With Concentration active, Dante surveyed his surroundings. His face grew even paler as he realized the dire situation.


    Ghast Wolves were slowly advancing towards them. While they typically moved in groups, it was unusual for an F-ss dungeon to host such arge pack. This situation couldn''t be ssified as a "Lost monster," which urred when a creature intended for a higher-tier dungeon mistakenly appeared in a lower-tier one. Such urrences were rare, usually involving just one or two lost monsters. However, the sheer number of Ghast Wolves surrounding them indicated a serious problem, and Dante knew they had made a grave mistake.


    Lucius''s usual arrogance had evaporated, reced by fear. His entire body quivered, but he needed to break through the encirclement. He had to get to the teleportation tform and escape from there.


    "We can''t handle this many Ghast Wolves; we need to escape as soon as possible." Lucius thought.


    The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed as Lucius unsheathed his sword. His sword ignited into mes, and with determination, he moved toward the nearest Ghast Wolf. The Ghast Wolf leaped at him, but Lucius swung his fiery sword, wounding it grievously.


    Lucius possessed the me Sword skill, which made him formidable when armed with a sword.


    Bang!


    The wounded Ghast Wolf fell to the ground, blood oozing from its stomach. Lucius dashed toward the next nearest Ghast Wolf, determined to reach the teleportation tform and escape.


    Growl!


    The remaining Ghast Wolves pounced with deadly intent, and Michael followed Lucius''s lead. George advanced with his shield raised, striking a nearby Ghast Wolf with a powerful punch. Their formation was chaotic as they fought for their lives. Sarah had to dodge and resort to using her bow to fend off the Ghast Wolf, momentarily forgetting that it was designed for ranged attacks, not close-quartersbat like a hammer.


    Dante had no choice but to fend for himself. He dropped the bags he was carrying and drew his dagger. His Concentration had worn off, and he had to wait a few seconds before reactivating it. Fortunately, he still possessed basicbat skills and some wits.


    When a Ghast Wolf lunged at him, Dante sidestepped and made a quick, light strike with his dagger, inflicting a minor wound. Killing a goblin had already pushed his limits; ying a monster typically found in D-ss dungeons and above was a distant dream.


    His attack only enraged the Ghast Wolf, prompting it tounch another assault. Dante activated his Concentration, allowing mana to flow through him and clear his mind. He remained calm, dodging or parrying the Ghast Wolves'' relentless attacks. Given his earlier injury, it was nothing short of a miracle that he could fend off the monsters.


    They slowly made their way toward the teleportation tform, but the Ghast Wolves kepting, their relentless assault leaving the group increasingly wounded.


    Lucius eventually decided he had had enough. He gathered a substantial amount of mana and raised his sword. The de burst into mes as Lucius swung it down with all his might, creating a fiery arc that struck down the Ghast Wolves in front of him.


    Three Ghast Wolves immediately perished, their smoking bodies emitting the scent of charred meat. Seizing the opportunity, Lucius charged forward, and Michael followed suit. Sarah and George retreated also onto the teleportation tform.


    Observing this, Dante attempted to join them. He aimed to reach the floating stone on top of the tform and crush it, which would transport them all safely outside the boss room of the dungeon.


    However, just as his feet were about to touch the tform...


    Bang!


    Dante was sent hurtling backward. All he could glimpse was the terror-stricken expression on Lucius'' face, perhaps triggered by the looming specter of death.


    Lucius brought down his foot and turned toward his squad.


    "Quick! Retrieve your Return Stones and get out of here!" Lucius crushed his own Return Stone first, vanishing in a white light.


    Sarah, George, and Michael quickly produced their Return Stones and followed suit, disappearing into the white light. Bearing both serious and minor injuries, they dared not face the boss, especially after the traumatic events that had shattered their confidence.


    Thud!


    Dante hit the ground, devoid of emotion.


    The surrounding Ghast Wolves immediately pounced on him.


    ***


    Dante gazed at the moon with a profound weariness in his dark eyes. Its brilliance bathed his face in an ethereal glow as hey there, breathing heavily, in stark contrast to the moon''s luminance.


    Dante swiftly rose to his feet, grasping his dagger. However, instead of confronting a goblin, he found himself facing a pack of Ghast Wolves.


    Ghast Wolves proved to be far superior to regr wolves in terms of strength and speed. Their dark fur allowed them to seamlessly blend into the shadows, while their eyes gleamed a blood-red hue. These creatures possessed a regenerative ability that set them apart from their normal counterparts. Minor wounds on their bodies healed almost instantly, while even severe injuries showed signs of gradual recovery.


    The cacophonous noise generated by Dante''s squad had evidently attracted these formidable monsters, prompting them to pursue their prey relentlessly. It was bing apparent that other creatures were also being drawn to this location.


    Dante''s face revealed a profound sense of distress as he surveyed his predicament. Despite the weariness that had umted from working with various squads, enduring bullying and exploitation, he still treasured his life. This sentiment grew even stronger now, with the haunting images of Lucius and his cohorts shing in his mind, fueling a burning desire for vengeance. However, he realized that dwelling on revenge in the current situation would offer him no good.


    The encircling Ghast Wolves closed in on him, their menacing growls sending shivers down Dante''s spine. After a brief moment of hesitation, he activated his Concentration skill. This unique ability could be directed toward either himself or others, but Dante mainly reserved it for self-use. Employing it on others made him "vulnerable," and most people disregarded his skill due to its simplicity and limited potential, rated at a mere F.


    This skill can only boost hisbat abilities sufficiently to fend off three goblins before his mana is depleted.


    With only a meager amount of mana left in his body, Dante must seize this moment to ponder a potential solution. Fortunately, as a "Holder," his physical strength surpasses that of an average adult, enabling him to remain standing. His mind stays sharp, processing a multitude of thoughts.


    "I must reach the tform and activate the teleportation stone," Dante thought, his grip on the dagger tightening. He meticulously gauged the distance between himself and the Ghast Wolves, already devising a n despite its potential dire consequences.

 Chapter 4: Anomaly!

    <h4>Chapter 4: Anomaly!</h4>


    "I won''t go down without a fight!" With that unwavering determination, Dante surged forward, and the Ghast Wolves pursued. The one leading the pack opened its jaws wide, attempting to bite his head. Dante swiftly tilted his head to the side and shed his dagger at its neck. Blood spurted out, and the force of his strike left his hand numb. An opening appeared in front of him, revealing a bag within.


    In a resounding crunch, Dante seized an opportunity, but in the same instant, another Ghast Wolf mped onto his hand. As he pressed forward, the wolf''s relentless pull tore his hand from his elbow. The excruciating pain had yet to register in his mind, yet Dante refused to halt. He dropped to a low crouch and sprinted forward. Upon touching the bag, he skillfully evaded a Ghast Wolf lunging above his head. This bag was one of the same bags he had hurled when the monsters had first appeared.


    Dante snatched up the bag and clenched it between his teeth, never slowing his pace. While running, his still-intact right hand rifled through the bag''s contents. Ghast Wolves continued to leap from behind, and he deftly dodged them, though most managed to sink their teeth into him. His body bore numerous bite wounds, some leaving gaping holes from which blood constantly streamed. Ignoring the searing pain, Dante persevered, his teeth gripping the bag''s material until he finally located what he sought¡ªa packet of cooked meat. It was their food, or rather, the squad''s food, not Dante''s.


    "Go away!" Dante shouted, hurling the meat in a graceful arc. The savory aroma of the cooked meat wafted through the air, enticing the Ghast Wolves with their keen noses. Some leaped, desperately attempting to snatch the morsel mid-flight.


    Though his n seemed to be working, Dante didn''t allow himself a moment''s relief. Instead, he sprinted toward the tform, fixing his gaze on the stone hovering above it.


    His skill was now on cooldown.


    Despite their attraction to the meat, a few Ghast Wolves persisted in chasing Dante. Just a meter away from the tform, Dante made a snap decision to leap. But before he couldplete the jump, he felt sharp teeth sink into his feet. Despite the searing pain, he managed tounch himself forward.


    Bang!


    Dante''s fist connected with the stone, shattering it into a cascade of radiant particles. The luminous energy enveloped Dante, and with a resounding swoosh, he disappeared in a brilliant sh of white light.


    Thud! Thud! Thud! Ghast Wolves continued to crash into the spot where Dante had just vanished.


    ***


    Outside the dungeon, a looming ck rift, radiating an aura of death, hovered in the air. It stood at the height of an average adult. This peculiar location was once an abandoned train station, yet despite its destion, the ce remained remarkably clean. Positioned on either side of the ominous fissure were two government-assigned guards.


    A few meters away from this enigmatic phenomenon, a simple desk counter was stationed. Behind it stood a woman dressed in formal attire, her demeanor exuding boredom as she incessantly tapped her desk with a pen.


    A weary yawn escaped her lips.


    Within this dungeon site, several other squads had gathered. Being an F-ss dungeon, most of these groups consisted of inexperienced rookies who sat on the floor, engaged in conversation while awaiting the final squad''s emergence.


    "Thest squad that ventured into the dungeon, they certainly are something. But a rookie is still a rookie," the woman thought, her interest only mildly piqued. It wasn''t the first time a supposedly "powerful" guild had dispatched a new squad into an F-ss dungeon. Growing increasingly bored, she retrieved her phone and began to browse social media. Most of the squads present had already been issued number badges, ensuring orderly entry into the dungeon.


    As they waited, a sudden ripple of anticipation coursed through the group, their attention drawn to the quivering air. All eyes converged on the enigmatic fissure or portal before them. The squad next in line to enter the portal rose to their feet, hurriedly assessing their equipment, though their approach was rather hasty and careless.


    In a dazzling disy, four white lights materialized in front of the portal, each one merging into a luminous convergence.


    The first figure to emerge was Lucius. Startled by the multitude of onlookers, he swiftly concealed his fear-stricken countenance, recing it with his usual air of arrogance. Ignoring his evident injuries, he proceeded directly to the counter desk.


    Observing the battered state of Lucius and his squad, a young man couldn''t help but voice his concern to hispanions.


    "Why are they so full of injuries?" a young man inquired of his fellow squad members.


    "Perhaps because they''re weak?" retorted one of hisrades, eliciting sharedughter. The idea that they had sustained such injuries in an F-ss dungeon was nothing short of amusing.


    "That''s the result of biting off more than you can chew in these dungeons," advised a squad captain from another group, his words finding unanimous agreement among his team members.


    Hearing thesements only deepened the sense of shame within Lucius and his squad. Sarah bore the brunt of the injuries, her right arm hanging nearly limp from her shoulder, her face contorted in agony. She had copsed the moment she emerged from the white light, unconscious. Michael gasped for breath, teetering on the brink of exhaustion, with both light and severe wounds. George, although physically robust, sported the most wounds, still managing to remain on his feet, though his mental and emotional state had been pushed to the limits.


    Thankfully, in every dungeon, a standby medical team consisting of specialized healing Holders is readily avable.


    As Lucius approached her, the woman appeared perplexed but proceeded to extract a device to assess whether the dungeon would reset soon to allow another squad entry.


    "Don''t bother; we didn''t seed," Lucius dered icily. Given that most individuals in this vicinity were Holders, their keen hearing, particrly in this confined space, allowed his words to be heard by all. A hushed silence fell upon the assembly, leaving them without words. To bear such extensive injuries and still fail to conquer an F-ss dungeon left everyone stunned. Though speechless, an unspoken sense of unease lingered among them, signaling that something had gone awry.


    "What do you mean, Lucius Vesper?" the woman inquired, her demeanor unwavering despite Lucius''s intimidating presence. She still held faith in the government''s strength. Some among the group were taken aback to learn that he was Lucius Vesper, the son of the Vesper Guild''s master, the same guild that had previouslybeled them as weak and cowered behind.


    But their astonishment deepened as Lucius continued, his voice rising nearly to a shout, filled with a mix of fear and determination. "Ghast Wolves! There are at least a dozen of them in this dungeon!" He didn''t wait for them to recover from the shock of his revtion.


    "Lost Monsters? No, if there are at least a dozen..."


    Recognizing the gravity of the situation, the woman quickly dialed a number, fully aware that this was an emergency requiring an immediate investigation.


    "We''ve encountered an anomaly!"

 Chapter 5: Player Dante

    <h4>Chapter 5: yer Dante</h4>


    Thud.


    Dante crashed to the ground, a painful grunt escaping his lips. As waves of agony coursed through his body, he let out a pained shout. In his torment, he rolled on the unforgiving ground, exacerbating his already grievous injuries. Amidst the anguish, a burning anger simmered within him, directed at the Ghast Wolves, at Lucius, and hispanions. It was their actions that had led to this dire predicament, Dante thought as he struggled to rise, but he could only manage a painful limp, one foot injured.


    With his skill fading, his mind grew increasingly groggy and dizzy, a consequence of the blood loss he had endured. Amidst the chaos in his thoughts, one burning desire prevailed: to confront and vanquish the dungeon''s boss, then escape this wretched ce. However, deep down, he knew that victory was unattainable in his current state. Only death seemed to loom ominously on his horizon.


    Dante, after catching his breath, moved cautiously, leaning against the wall for support. His vision remained blurred, preventing him from realizing that this room was not the boss chamber.


    Blood continued to drip from him, staining the path with every step he took. Dante was acutely aware that time was running out, yet an indomitable spirit within him yearned for onest battle, a final stand in his already f*cked up life. Even though the odds were slim, Dante pressed on.


    They often said, "You can see a person''s true character when they''re at death''s door."


    Perhaps there was some truth to that saying.


    Dante advanced further, not encountering any of the usual dungeon boss doors. He continued walking, and within his blurry vision, he caught sight of a figure¡ªa ''woman'' with her hand raised, as if blessing thend.


    "Hey..."


    Cough!


    Cough!


    Dante attempted to speak, but a fit of coughing wracked his body, and he coughed up blood. He teetered on the brink of copse.


    One step.


    Two steps.


    As he took his third step toward the ''woman,'' Dante crumpled to the ground. His breathing grew increasingly shallow, but before his eyes, blurred by his fading consciousness,y an ordinary-looking sapling, the kind one might find along a roadside.


    Dante fell directly in front of the ''woman,'' only to discover that she was not a living being but a stone statue. Her hand was raised, her palm extended directly above the sapling and Dante''s head.


    What should have been a dungeon boss room was instead adorned with an array of statues set into the walls. They varied in age and form, ranging from youthful figures to elderly ones, some barely resembling humans at all, while others were as massive as trucks. Their most striking feature, however, was their outstretched hands, as if imparting blessings. Above, there was no ceiling to this chamber, allowing the moon''s radiant light to cascade upon the statues, the humble sapling, and Dante, who had just taken his ''final'' breath.


    The moon seemed to mimic the statues, bestowing its own blessings with its luminous glow.


    ***


    One hundred and ten years ago, during the midst of the Second Industrial Revolution, the future held the promise of a brighter world. The rapid advancement of technology seemed to be leading humanity toward a utopian era. Inventions emerged in quick session, propelling the growth of civilization. However, the fruits of theirbor were about to crumble into oblivion.


    It all began with a minor disturbance, a small fissure that resembled a tiny ck hole. Initially, it went unnoticed due to its insignificant size, but one day, it inexplicably expanded. Eminent scientists from across the globe were summoned to investigate this enigma, and their collective findings pointed to a dimensional portal of some kind.


    Nations grew suspicious of each other, fearing this might be a tactic of their rivals. No one dared to venture into the portal, as it remained inessible. Over time, the seemingly dormant rift continued to expand. Just when it appeared the situation had stabilized, catastrophe struck. Unidentified creatures emerged from these rifts, and topound matters, countless new fissures materialized worldwide. The military valiantly attempted tobat the creatures, but their efforts proved futile.


    Society crumbled, leading to a staggering loss of countless lives...


    In their darkest hour, a hero was desperately needed to rescue them from this dire crisis.


    And indeed, heroes emerged.


    Not just one.


    Individuals with extraordinary abilities stepped forward. They possessed the power to manipte lightning, fire, water, and boasted physical strength so immense they could shatter walls, and speed that left normal humans in the dust.


    They came to be known as "Holders."


    With the sudden appearance of the fissure, humanity gained an extraordinary ability through "Blessing" or a ritual. If an individual possessed the necessary qualities, upon reaching the age of sixteen, they would undergo a ritual to determine their unique "Skill." With the aid of mana channeled from a Holder, they could then activate this skill.


    The Holders valiantly battled the monsters, driving them back toward the fissure. Over the course of two decades, the world was reduced to ruins, with no standing buildings remaining. Corpses littered the ground, and the lingering scent of blood tainted the air. The war against the monsters endured for a grueling 20 years. Fortunately, amid the devastation, humanity managed to preserve their knowledge. This cataclysmic event served as a catalyst for the society''s resurgence, surpassing even the achievements of the Second Industrial Revolution.


    The Holders soon discovered that they could enter the fissure and hunt down the monsters within, and thus they began to refer to it as a "dungeon."


    These dungeons were categorized into ranks to gauge their level of challenge, ranging from F ss to A rank. To date, there were no records of dungeons surpassing the A rank in terms of strength, or at least none had been encountered thus far.


    ***


    The forest echoed with the melodious chirping of birds, their songs weing the dawn of a new day. Sunlight pierced through the canopy, casting a radiant glow that dispelled the lingering gloom.


    A gentle breeze ruffled the dark hair of a young man, approximately seventeen years of age, who slumbered serenely. His breathing remained steady, a stark contrast to his tattered and hole-riddled clothing, which resembled little more than rags. His ears twitched in response to the symphony of flowing streamwater and rustling leaves.


    Dante gradually parted his eyelids, blinking repeatedly as he tried to grasp his surroundings. With a swift whoosh, he sat upright, surveying the tranquil forest and the brilliant sky above.


    Upon beholding the peaceful scene, he let out a sigh of relief.


    Yet, as his mind cleared, memories from before rushed in, the face of Lucius and the others who had betrayed him, all igniting a simmering anger within him.


    A sudden sensation tingled in his left hand, prompting Dante to raise it to his face in astonishment. He marveled at the sight of his hand, still whole and unharmed. A dream? The thought flitted through Dante''s mind but was swiftly dismissed as he examined his tattered clothes bearing bite marks. The vivid sensation of his surroundings made it clear that this was no dream.


    He scrutinized his body, his amazement growing as he found no trace of the injuries he had sustained when facing the Ghast Wolves. Even the scar from a previous encounter had mysteriously vanished.


    "Am I still within the dungeon?" Dante pondered aloud as the sound of flowing water reached his ears. His recollection of recent events was hazy, but he distinctly recalled losing a hand, and perhaps even a foot. He also remembered crushing the teleportation stone intended to lead him inside the boss room. How he had ended up in this ce remained a perplexing mystery.


    He rose to his feet, but a sudden jolt of surprise coursed through him as a mechanical voice infiltrated his thoughts, apanied by the appearance of a translucent screen right before his eyes.


    "No."


    On it is the word "No" finding the single word disyed on the screen in response to his unspoken question. Dante took a startled step back, but the persistent translucent screen remained right in front of him.


    Uncertainty gnawing at him, he stood there, his gaze fixed on the mysterious screen. Then, as if in response to his hesitation, new words materialized.


    "Hello, this is the ''Support'' System designed to assist you in bing the most formidable support. yer Dante (Lv1), would you like to proceed to the tutorial?"

 Chapter 6: The Support System

    <h4>Chapter 6: The Support System</h4>


    Instead of answering, Dante cast a wary nce around his surroundings. Lacking any weapons, he defensively raised both of his hands close to his face.


    "Where are you?! Show yourself!" Dante yelled, his gaze darting around the forest. The only response was the rustling of leaves and the startled flight of birds he had disturbed.


    He couldn''t shake the feeling that someone was toying with him. With numerous unknown skills in this world, he suspected that this was some sort of prank.


    Still, there was no response, and the translucent screen remained unchanged.


    Perceiving that something was not right, Dante tilted his head in perplexity and muttered, "Yes."


    In response, the translucent screen expanded, revealing a plethora of data.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 100/100


    Level: 1 (0/150)


    Stat Points: 0


    Skills: Concentration


    Attributes:


    Strength: 1


    Defense: 1


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 1


    Agility: 1


    Then, another screen materialized beside it, providing Dante with an exnation of what he was currently observing: details on leveling up, quests, how to allocate stat points, and aprehensive breakdown of his attributes.


    "The tutorial will continue as you uncover more of the system''s functions," the mechanical voice resonated within his mind.


    Dante''s thoughts raced, and he attempted to tap into his skill using mana, but to his dismay, nothing happened. He sensed no mana within his body.


    "W-what''s happening?" Without ess to his skill, he felt helpless. This skill had been his source of sce, calming his nerves and fears. Now, with it seemingly out of reach, a sense of dread washed over Dante.


    "You can''t activate skills through mana; you have to activate them through the system," the mechanical voice rified, drawing Dante''s attention back to the screen.


    The term "system" seemed to refer to itself, or so Dante surmised. He briefly considered the possibility that he might still be dreaming. The screen before him did appear strangely familiar, reminiscent of what he had seen while ying certain video games. Despite not being an avid gamer, he recognized the interface.


    Doubting the authenticity of his surroundings, Dante pinched himself, registering the pain. He reluctantly decided to cooperate with the system thaty before him.


    "How?" Dante inquired, realizing he didn''t have much of a choice but to seek guidance from the enigmatic system.


    "Imagine that you want to activate your skill," the words on the translucent screen instructed, and the mechanical voice reinforced the message. The process of mobilizing a skill by merely envisioning it was a departure from Dante''s usual approach. Typically, he would channel mana in his body through a specific pattern to activate a skill. However, this new method of simply thinking about skill activation was refreshingly straightforward.


    Dante decided to give it a try.


    With a single thought, Concentration, his skill, activated effortlessly. A soothing calm enveloped his racing mind, enabling him to think more clearly by eliminating unnecessary distractions. His heart rate slowed, granting him a heightened awareness of his surroundings.


    After 10 seconds, the skill entered a cooldown phase. This limitation was one of the drawbacks of his skill, permitting its use for only a brief 10-second window before requiring additional seconds to be avable once more.


    An update appeared on the status screen before him, disying "Energy: 90/100."


    "The use of a skill consumes Energy," the mechanical voice exined.


    Dante, now calmed by his skill, epted the unfolding situation. Grateful that there were no other humans nearby, he had some time to contemte his next steps.


    "Why can''t I ess mana?" Dante inquired, seeking answers from the system.


    "ess Denied," a translucent screen retorted in red letters. Disappointment washed over Dante, and he considered asking why the system was with him, but he received the same response.


    Yet, in the very next instant, a profound sense of vengeance surged within him. Dante resolved to ce his faith in the system and, if the current circumstances were indeed genuine, he would forge his strength by hunting down monsters within the dungeon and embarking on quests. He had never harbored any illusions about being a virtuous person to begin with.


    Despite the system remaining an enigma, ruminating on it at this moment wouldn''t yield many answers. Surveying his tattered clothes, Dante opted to retrace his steps to his apartment first, where he could contemte his next course of action.


    He located the water stream and began to follow its winding path. Nearly an hour of walkingter, he stumbled upon a highway. Luckily, he was on the outskirts of the city, which meant he wouldn''t have to travel far to reach his apartment.


    ...


    The emergence of dungeons and Holders ushered in such profound societal changes that the very fabric of the world transformed. Nations crumbled while new ones emerged. Dante''s apartment was situated in Hyra City, where he intended to return. Along the way, passersby cast curious nces in his direction, though they hardly appeared surprised. Scenes like his had be amon sight: Holders fresh from the dungeon or individuals down on their luck.


    His physically enhanced body spared him from exhaustion, allowing him to reach his apartment without excessive fatigue. Along the journey, he discovered that he had only been unconscious for a single night. Bereft of his possessions, he now had to locate the spare key hidden behind the potted nt beside his door.


    The apartment, though modest, possessed the essential amenities of an ordinary home but was best suited for a single upant. Dante had lost his parents during his childhood, during a "monster invasion" that had urred. When a dungeon manifested, it had to be swiftly conquered to prevent its connection to this dimension from strengthening, which would allow the monsters within to wreak havoc beyond its confines.


    Dante''s parents had tragically fallen victim to these very creatures.


    Once he had unlocked the door, Dante headed straight for the bathroom, craving a refreshing shower. After donning clean attire, he stretched out on his bed and delved into the system embedded in his mind. As he sifted through its contents, his attention was drawn to a new addition: a bag icon in the top right corner, bearing the numeral 1.


    "What''s this?" he wondered aloud.


    In response, yet another translucent screen materialized, but this time it differed from the previous ones. It featured a row of empty boxes, the first of which held a golden box adorned with a luminous question mark.


    "This is your inventory, where you can im your rewards. As a neer, the system has decided to reward you with a ''beginner box.'' To open it, simply think that you want to."


    ''Beginner box, it''s like something out of an RPG game,'' Dante mused, drawing upon his previous experience with such games. He had enough funds to purchase a mobile phone, after all.


    With a thought, Dante initiated the box-opening process. The container emitted a radiant glow before disintegrating into a cascade of light particles, revealing a screen before him.


    "Congrattions on acquiring the Mask of Support!"


    "Item Description: Mask of Support


    Enhances a support skill by 50%"


    Dante scrutinized the newly acquired icon¡ªa white mask that could conceal his entire face, adorned with ck smudges around the eye area that resembled smeared eyeliner.


    "So, the system ims it''s a support system designed to make me the ultimate support?" Dante mused aloud. A bitter smile crossed his lips as he contemted the possibility that his destiny might indeed revolve around supporting others. However, he had resolved not to use his skill on anyone else but himself.


    The system had also mentioned that he could bolster his strength through the allocation of stat points. Fortunately, Dante could also utilize the skill on himself. With that in mind, he retrieved the mask and ced it over his face, then stood before a mirror, examining his reflection.


    As he touched the mask, Dante contemted his future ns.


    With his current abilities, he couldn''t exact vengeance on them.


    "Revenge... I need to be stronger first," Dante resolved, the mere thought of Lucius and his squad filling him with a growing sense of frustration. With determination, he decided to head straight to an F-ss dungeon, where he could level up and grow stronger.


    ''With this mask, I will never bow down to anyone.''

 Chapter 7: Eka

    <h4>Chapter 7: Eka</h4>


    As Dante observed his reflection in the mirror, he immediately set his n into motion. Retrieving his phone, he essed the Holder''s website, leaving his mask in ce to benefit from its 50% enhancement to his Concentration skill.


    The Holder''s website granted ess to information exclusively avable to Holders, including dungeon locations and their details, Holder-rted news, and profiles of renowned Holders from around the world. None were more famous than those who had attained the prestigious rank of 7 stars Holder.


    In the eyes of ordinary citizens, Holders were heroes and celebrities, and many of them like being in fame. However, most of these famed Holders possessed skill potential rated at C or higher. Given his current skill potential, Dante found the prospect of fame hard, though he could achieve notoriety bymitting crimes as a Holder.


    Dante navigated to the page containing information about dungeon locations and details. He activated his skill to enhance his concentration, a routine practice whenever he delved into learning. This time, however, it felt different. Dante sensed that his skill had grown stronger. His cognitive processes quickened, his reading speed increased, and his ability to remember information improved significantly.


    "This is excellent!" Dante thought, satisfied with the mask''s performance. He absorbed the information about the F-ss dungeon, making a concerted effort tomit it to memory. His reading speed had dramatically improved, allowing him to digest four or five details about the F-ss dungeons and their locations.


    After some time, his skill entered its cooldown phase. Dante let out a contented sigh, relishing the sensation of Concentration that made him feel capable of mastering any subject. This was one of the benefits of his skill, and his love for learning had equipped him with a wealth of basic knowledge, setting him apart from his peers.


    However, as he continued reading, Dante couldn''t help but feel that what he was doing was ultimately futile.


    "What am I hesitating for?" he pondered, a smirk ying on his lips. He resolved to conquer every F-ss dungeon, determined never to yield to anyone again. This decision marked the beginning of his transformation into a bolder, more assertive persona.


    As Dante was on the verge of closing his phone, an article rted to the F-ss dungeon grabbed his attention.


    "Isn''t this thest dungeon I visited?" Dante wondered as he delved into the article''s contents.


    The article detailed the events following Lucius and the others'' emergence from the portal. They had immediately reported the incident, prompting authorities tounch an investigation as any dungeon-rted anomalies are top priority. However, given that the incident had only urred the previous night, there were no updates on the investigation as of yet. Lucius, Sarah, and the rest of the group had been rushed to the hospital for immediate treatment.


    Gazing at their faces on his phone, Dante clenched his teeth and rose to his feet.


    "Argh! Even if my skills are meant for support, I''ll definitely have my revenge!" Dante dered aloud, as if speaking to the air, but in reality, he was motivating himself.


    Fueled by his burning desire for vengeance, Dante began packing his essentials. Remembering the inventory, he decided to utilize it, sessfully storing his belongings in its slots. With this, he no longer needed a bag for his journey.


    Dante had already set aside the fee for this solo dungeon adventure. Yes, he intended to face this dungeon on his own.


    Considering the severity of his injuries, he had resigned himself to the fact that he should have died. By donning the mask, he aspired to be something greater than his previous self.


    As he gazed around his apartment, a wave of sentimentality washed over him, tinged with sadness. This had been his second home, no, perhaps his third, and he couldn''t be certain if he would ever return to it.


    With a resounding bang, the door closed behind him.


    Bang!


    ***


    The area buzzed with activity, marked by the presence of tents erected all around. Within each tent, groups of holders engaged in animated conversations, their voices loud.


    At the forefront, a prominent dungeon portal loomed, nked by arger tent that dwarfed the others. Inside the tent, a desk counter stood, surrounded by a queue of eager holders awaiting their badge numbers.


    Dante had chosen to conquer this F-ss dungeons, and this particr one happened to be the closest to his home. It was situated in a park, where he stood in line with fellow holders.


    Dante decided to stop himself from attempting to conquer thest dungeon he had visited¡ªwell, not just yet. An ongoing investigation was still underway in that area, and he had no intention of drawing government suspicion. He couldn''t shake the thought that they might possess a holder with the uncanny ability to detect lies.


    "I hope they thought I''m no longer alive" Dante silently mused while maintaining his patient position in line.


    He had grown increasingly convinced that the system was indeed real, not merely a hallucination or a figment of his imagination.


    After what felt like an eternity of waiting, it was finally his turn. A bespectacled woman sat behind the counter, her attention seemingly absorbed by theputer before her.


    "Name?" she inquired, looking up and momentarily taken aback by the white mask with smudged ck marks around the eyes. However, her surprise was fleeting, and she swiftly regained herposure, having encountered such sights before.


    Dante had already prepared a fictitious name for himself, familiar with the standard procedure.


    "Eka," he replied, making a conscious effort to deepen his voice. This name had been chosen in line with his decision to embark on a solo journey.


    "What an unusual name," the woman remarked inwardly, typing it into herputer.


    "How many others are in your squad?" she inquired, her fingers poised on the keyboard.


    "Just one," Dante responded.


    "Only two of you for this dungeon?" she queried, her tone tinged with a mixture of curiosity and incredulity.


    "Perhaps these two are brimming with confidence, or maybe they''re just a bit foolhardy. Even though it''s an F-ss dungeon, a dungeon is a dungeon, and the risk of death remains quite real," she thought to herself as she recorded Dante''s response on herputer.


    "Only me," Dante responded, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment. He couldn''t help but doubt himself internally, wondering if he had made the right choice. What if I can''t do it? he thought.


    The woman is stunned and hesitated momentarily, then pressed the backspace key and asked Dante once more to confirm. While it wasn''t unusual for someone to tackle an F-ss dungeon solo, most capable individuals typically took on dungeons of D ss or higher, making solo conquests a rare feat reserved for the exceptionally talented.


    After Dantepleted the payment, the woman regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism as she handed over his badge number. The procedures weren''t as stringent for F-ss dungeons, but conquering higher-ranked dungeons required extensive documentation. Dante moved aside, waiting for his turn. Inside the dungeon, time passed more quickly, so they could issue badge numbers to those willing to wait. Fortunately, he wasn''t the only one concealing his identity; some Holders even wore full-body armor that obscured their faces.


    After a couple of hours, well into the afternoon, it was finally Dante''s turn.

 Chapter 8: Entering an F Class Dungeon

    <h4>Chapter 8: Entering an F ss Dungeon</h4>


    The onlookers'' gazes were drawn to Dante as he made his way toward the portal all by himself. Puzzled expressions crossed their faces, and murmurs of curiosity began to ripple through the crowd as they tried to make sense of the unusual sight.


    "Is he a newbie, maybe?" Someone spected, craning their neck for a better view.


    "I think so." another person chimed in.


    "Or perhaps a powerful Holder just having some fun." suggested a girl who appeared to be about sixteen, likely someone who had recently undergone her own ritual.


    "I wonder what his skill potential is?"


    As the crowd engaged in whispered spection, Dante''s masked appearance added an element of mystery to his presence. All eyes were fixed on him; witnessing someone undertake a dungeon solo, even an F-ss one, was an umon and intriguing sight for them.


    As the murmurs swirled around him, Dante remained unfazed, resolutely continuing on his path.


    Approaching the dungeon''s entrance, Dante handed his badge number to a member of the staff, while the guards nking the entrance fixed their gaze upon him.


    "You do realize you can still die in there, right?" one of the guards cautioned Dante.


    Dante simply nodded, conveying his understanding, and the guard said nothing more, gesturing for him to proceed.


    Stepping through the portal, Dante was plunged into darkness, and a sensation of weightlessness enveloped him. His mind braced itself for any potential confrontation, fully aware that upon arrival, he might immediately face one of the dungeon''s menacing creatures.


    "Did anyone catch his name?" a curious voice inquired.


    "I heard it''s Eka."


    All eyes remained fixed on the spot where Dante had disappeared, curiosity and intrigue swirling amongst the observers.


    ***


    Upon regaining his senses, Dante cautiously raised his hands. He had no choice but to enter the dungeon unarmed initially, as his funds were limited after paying the solo fee, and he nned to find a weapon within the dungeon itself. Fortunately, the area around him appeared to be devoid of any creatures.


    He found himself in a sprawling in, with nothing but grass extending as far as the eye could see. The rising sun cast a vibrant hue upon the grass, energizing Dante. As an F ss dungeon, conquering it was rtively straightforward: locate the teleportation stone and destroy it to ess the boss room. However, he needed to level up before attempting to face the boss. Uncertain if his choice was the right one, Dante knew he had to take this first step to change his life.


    Summoning the status screen, a translucent interface materialized before him.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 100/100


    Level: 1 (0/150)


    Stat Points: 0


    Skills: Concentration


    Attributes:


    Strength: 1


    Defense: 1


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 1


    Agility: 1


    Inteligence: 1


    Dante, having reviewed his status screen, meticulously examined his surroundings, paying particr attention to the ground for any traces of monsters. Finding none, he decided to change his location. His extensive reading about dungeons had equipped him with fundamental knowledge in hunting and survival.


    ''My first target: a goblin,'' Dante thought to himself as he continued to shift locations. With his skill active, he only discovered slime traces, which he ignored since he couldn''t harm them with his bare hands.


    After several location changes, Dante found himself in a forest. He deduced that he was on the dungeon''s outskirts, exining the reason of scarcity of monsters in the area.


    Activating his Concentration skill to enhance his investigative abilities, Dante''s heart rate slowed, and his mind sharpened. In his mental map of the surroundings, he eventually identified a set of footprints. The footprints were child-sized, likely belonging to a 7 or 8-year-old.


    Dante could "see" the trail of footprints in his mind, allowing him to track their movements in a specific direction. His consistent use of Concentration on himself, which began after his "ritual," had honed this investigative ability over time.


    As he tracked the footprints, Dante began to form an image of the creature he was following. Suddenly, a peculiar sensation washed over him, and he instinctively looked up just in time to see an arrow hurtling towards his head. His eyes widened, and he swiftly controlled his body to dodge the projectile.


    Whoosh!


    Bang!


    The wooden arrow found its new home in a tree trunk just behind Dante, its residual vibrations still palpable. Dante, having narrowly avoided the attack, took cover behind the nearest tree. A knowing grin yed across his lips as he realized that he had finally located the monster he was seeking.


    "A goblin!" Dante eximed under his breath.


    Normal goblins were roughly the size of small children. Despite being considered among the weakest dungeon creatures, engaging them in directbat was a challenge for regr humans, unless they possessed exceptionalbat skills, such as military training, and even then, it was a risky endeavor. This was one of the reasons Holders were so respected¡ªdue to their remarkable abilities.


    The goblin lowered its bow and slowly advanced towards Dante, maintaining a distance of several dozen meters. Despite the gap, the goblin''s keen perception allowed it to gauge this distance urately. When a nearby bush rustled, the goblin instinctively fired in that direction, but the arrow merely struck the earth, creating a hollow thud.


    Again, the bush stirred, and the goblin fired, only to miss its target once more.


    This sequence repeated several times. As the goblin''s frustration mounted, it suddenly realized it had exhausted its supply of arrows. Instead of retreating, the goblin drew a dagger and charged recklessly at the ce, shing wildly with the de, resembling an enraged child having a tantrum.


    A figure appeared behind the goblin, clutching a rock the size of a human head.


    With all his might, Dante raised the rock high above his head and brought it down upon the unsuspecting goblin. The creature, consumed by rage and oblivious to the impending danger, remained unaware of the anomaly behind it. In a resounding crash, the rock struck the goblin''s skull.


    Bang!


    The goblin tumbled forward, crushed beneath the weight of the shattered rock fragments.


    Dante, anticipating a notification screen simr to those found in RPG games, waited anxiously, his breath held in anticipation.


    "How many experience points will I get?" Dante muttered to himself.


    Seconds ticked by, yet there was no notification in sight. As he watched the goblin gradually rousing from its stupor, Dante realized that he had not in the creature. Acting swiftly, he moved to the goblin''s side and seized its dagger. With a swift, decisive motion, he plunged the de into the goblin''s head, causing a spray of green blood to gush forth. Dante quickly sidestepped to avoid being drenched.


    "You killed a goblin! +50 Exp."


    The long-awaited translucent screen finally materialized before Dante.


    "I did it!" Dante celebrated silently as he promptly checked his status screen, which now disyed an update.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 80/100


    Level: 1 (50/150)


    Stat Points: 0


    Skills: Concentration(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 1


    Defense: 1


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 1


    Agility: 1


    Intelligence: 1


    His experience points beside the "Level" increased by 50, while his "Energy" decreased to 80 due to using his skills twice, with only a few seconds between each use. Each use of his skill consumed ten units of energy.


    ''Goblin provides me with 50 experience points. I need to kill two more goblins to level up,'' Dante thought as he salvaged the bow and arrows from the dead goblin. These items would prove useful for his journey.


    Dante activated his skill, Concentration, and followed the tracks left by the deceased goblin, hoping to locate more of its kin and dispatch them swiftly. He retraced the footsteps of the goblin; even during his skill''s cooldown, he could still faintly discern the tracks, albeit less effectively. However, activating his skill sped up the tracking process.


    Before long, he spotted two more goblins. Constant use of his skill had depleted his energy, leaving him with only 35 units, with thest 5 units gradually replenishing. Dante knew he needed to kill them quickly, just like he did with his first kill.

 Chapter 9: Level up!

    <h4>Chapter 9: Level up!</h4>


    Hiding behind a tree, Dante carefully observed the goblins'' movements. With three goblins spotted so far, Dante suspected there might be a goblin settlement nearby.


    ''I need to eliminate them swiftly and quietly,'' Dante thought, crouching low and raising his dagger. If the goblin settlement were alerted, he would have to make a hasty escape.


    The goblins in front of Dante appeared to be patrolling their surroundings. While goblins were not particrly intelligentpared to humans, they still exhibited basic reasoning skills, especially when under the leadership of a "Founding Goblin."


    Dante grabbed a nearby rock and threw it, creating a noise that caught the attention of one of the goblins. With the curiosity of a child, the goblin ventured toward the source of the sound.


    The remaining goblin was now alone. Seizing the opportunity, Dante leaped out from behind the tree and charged toward the goblin. The goblin, sensing the approaching danger, also sprinted toward Dante.


    Activating his skill, Concentration, Dante prepared for the impending sh.


    The first to strike was Dante.


    Bang!


    Sparks flew as the goblin managed to block Dante''s dagger with a sword. However, Dante had anticipated this and used his entire body to force the sword aside, allowing him to swing his dagger.


    Blood spurted out, but Dante had only managed to graze the goblin''s skin as it skillfully dodged his attack. His hand tingled slightly from theirst encounter.


    ''Michael could kill these creatures in one or two swings,'' Dante thought while slowly retreating to avoid drawing the attention of the other goblin. Despite being physically stronger than a regr human, he still needed to rely on tactics to defeat a goblin. The goblin pursued him, and when Dante judged the distance to be sufficient, he engaged the creature once more.


    They sh again and Dante uses his surroundings to his advantage.


    Thud!


    "You killed a goblin! +50 Exp." The mechanical voice of the system echoed as a screen appeared before him.


    The goblin copsed with a dagger piercing its heart. Dante wiped his forehead and retrieved his dagger. The disturbance had already attracted the attention of the other goblin, so he concealed himself and waited near the lifeless goblin''s body while his skill remained on cooldown.


    The remaining goblin appeared confused, following the scent of blood. Upon discovering its fallenrade in a pool of crimson, it attempted to emit a shriek, but Dante swiftly punched it in the head.


    Startled, the goblin promptly stood and swung its sword at Dante. Dante deftly parried the sword and retaliated with a dagger thrust. They engaged in a fierce battle as this enraged goblin fought more chaotically. Fortunately, Dante activated his skill once more, allowing him to dodge with ease.


    Eventually, the goblin sumbed. Dante didn''t emerge unscathed; he panted heavily, his health now standing at 76/100. This battle had taken longer than the previous encounter, where he had recklessly confronted three goblins without much regard for his own injuries.


    "You killed a goblin! +50 Exp."


    "You leveled up!"


    Two consecutive system messages shed before Dante.


    "Finally! I leveled up!" Dante rejoiced, hastily summoning his status screen.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 100/100


    Level: 2 (0/250)


    Stat Points: 1


    Skills: Concentration(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 1


    Defense: 1


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 1


    Agility: 1


    Intelligence: 1


    Examining his screen, Dante felt a surge of satisfaction. In his current situation, he needed more strength to dispatch goblins with ease, so he decided to allocate the skill point to his strength attribute. He also noticed that both his Energy and Health had returned to 100.


    Suddenly, a warm sensation coursed through his body, leaving Dante with aforting feeling.


    After a few moments, the sensation subsided.


    Dante clenched his fist. Even though it was just a single point, he could sense that he had grown slightly stronger.


    "I should consider putting points into my endurance to increase my energy," Dante mused. He contemted whether his current Energy level was sufficient for his needs. It took an hour to recover his Endurance when it ran out, and he couldn''t afford to waste time resting each time his Endurance depleted. Time passed faster inside the dungeon, limiting his stay to a maximum of twenty-four hours or just one hour outside the dungeon.


    Eventually, Dante made up his mind to invest more skill points into strength, defense, and agility in the future.


    "I will just have to kill them fast." he thought.


    Dante collected the dropped monster cores and stashed them in his inventory.


    Using his skill, he tracked the goblin''s footprints to locate their settlement.


    Before long, a camp containing 12 goblins came into view.


    ***


    Dante carefully monitored their movements, relieved that he hadn''t spotted their "Founding Goblin."


    When a goblin ventured out, Dante tailed it. He dispatched the goblin, noticing that it took less time than before. While he wasn''t strong enough to eliminate them with a single strike, he was making progress.


    Dante returned, biding his time until another goblin separated from the group and then eliminated it.


    After defeating five goblins, he received another level up notification.


    "You leveled up!"


    Dante allocated the stat point to his strength.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 100/100


    Level: 3 (25/337)


    Stat Points: 0


    Skills: Concentration(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 3


    Defense: 1


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 1


    Agility: 1


    Intelligence: 1


    As the goblins noticed their numbers dwindling, some of them ventured out to investigate, unwittingly making themselves targets for Dante, who systematically hunted them down.


    Dante found the task easier now, rarely breaking a sweat, even though his Health was still less than 90.


    After exterminating all the goblins, he received another level-up notification, prompting him to allocate the point to Strength. With four points in Strength, Dante felt significantly stronger than before.


    Clenching his fist, relishing his newfound power, Dante activated Concentration and conducted another thorough investigation to locate more monsters.


    Inside the forest, he discovered three or four goblins, along with slimes and rock worms, each offering 25 Exp and 70 Exp, respectively.


    Dante continued his hunting spree, focusing primarily on the goblins.


    As noon approached, Dante decided to take a break, savoring a simple jerky he had brought with him. He essed his status screen, wearing a smirk.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 100/100


    Level: 7 (100/1,500)


    Stat Points: 0


    Skills: Concentration(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 6


    Defense: 1


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 1


    Agility: 2


    Intelligence: 1


    With these stats, he might have a chance against Michael, but victory remains uncertain in Dante''s mind.


    Lucius and his squad were still considered novice Holders, and Dante had realised that surpassing them now was easy. He will definitely take his revenge when the timees.


    Reflecting on his previous encounter with the Rock Worm, Dante decided to allocate a stat point to Agility.


    "That damned worm!" Dante muttered as he recalled his encounter while chewing his food.


    The Rock Worm possessed the ability to camouge as a rock, and Dante had been caught off guard, failing to dodge because he had neglected to activate his skill at that moment.


    The creature was coated with rocks, measuring at least a meter long and half a meter wide. It had incredible defenses and could inflict a considerable amount of damage. In the past, Dante would have fled immediately, but after getting hit, he decided to confront the rock worm.


    Activating his skills, he quickly devised a n to take down the creature. Dante positioned himself in front of a massive tree, wide enough for five people to hug.


    The rock worm, realizing its prey was still alive, began wriggling toward Dante with surprising speed despite its rocky exterior.


    When they were just a foot apart, Dante executed a somersault over the rock worm. With a resounding crash, the creature collided with the tree, leaving a gaping hole where the other side of the rock worm could be seen.


    The Rock Worm''s weaknessy at the back of its tail. Dante seized the moment and struck it with his dagger. The rock worm emitted a dying scream, and Dante gained 70 Experience Points. It was the only Rock Worm he had encountered so far.


    "You level up!"


    Dante leveled up once more, choosing to allocate the stat point to his Agility. This would grant him greater flexibility and speed, especially when dealing with monsters that might try to ambush him.


    "If things continue at this rate, I should be able toplete this dungeon by evening, or perhaps even sooner," Dante mused. He was aware that with his current progress, he would be significantly stronger before conquering the dungeon.

 Chapter 10: First Main Quest

    <h4>Chapter 10: First Main Quest</h4>


    "I wonder when the system will issue a quest." Dante mused aloud while chasing down an escaping Trool Pig.


    The Trool Pig was known for its tough skin and cowardice. For a Holder looking to hunt in a dungeon without getting too banged up, going after a Trool Pig was the smart choice. Dante had already dispatched at least two of these creatures he''d encountered on his way. His level steadily rose as he made his way toward the teleportation tform. Dante decided to conquer this dungeon for two reasons: its proximity to his home and its repeatable nature.


    The shrill cry of the pig reverberated in the surroundings.


    "You gained +50 Exp!"


    Dante proceed to skinning the pig. Trool Pig meat was far more delicious than that of a regr pig, and Dante had developed quite a taste for it.


    Near a water stream, Dante could already see the mountain housing the teleportation tform. Judging by the position of the sun, he estimated it was well past 3 in the afternoon.


    "I''ve been hunting since morning," Dante muttered, referring to his time spent inside the dungeon. He stowed away the trool pig''s skin, meat, and monster core into his inventory. Monster cores found within the dungeon fetched a good price outside, with stronger monsters yielding higher returns.


    umting monster cores is also one of Dante''s primary objectives.


    As he continued on, he noticed a colossal footprint by the water''s edge,rge enough to engulf his entire head.


    Studying it intently, Dante activated his skill. With the mask enhancing his concentration to a new level, he meticulously analyzed the imprint. His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly surveyed his surroundings with heightened focus.


    "Main Quest! Kill the Founding Goblin!" The mechanical voice of the system resounded in Dante''s mind, and a translucent screen materialized before him.


    Dante was left momentarily speechless. He had just been pondering when the system might issue a quest, and now it had materialized.


    "A Founding Goblin..." Dante scrutinized his stats, revealing level 10. Most of the points went to Strength and Agility.


    Because of his sudden surge in strength had yet to be fullyprehended, so he had primarily targeted those creatures that are considered weak. Now, with this quest before him, Dante believed he would be able topletely assess his capabilities.


    Dante quickly recalled the information he had about Founding Goblins and set off in search of one.


    Founding Goblins were leagues above their ordinary kin in terms of strength and intelligence. They usually established settlements andmanded normal goblins as their subordinates. Due to their superior gics, they stood at almost 2 meters in height, often mistaken for ogres due to their size.


    "Only 1-star Holders would dare take them on," Dante considered that if he seeded in defeating a Founding Goblin, it might be worth pursuing a 1-star medal.


    But Dante doesn''t realize that with his current stats, aiming for just a 1-star medal is underestimating his potential.


    Lucius, Sarah, Michael, and George were all 1-star Holders. It made sense given their financial capacity and exceptional skills. Dante, on the other hand, had started as a nonbatant. He''d learned to fight out of necessity for survival, and funds for a star medal were beyond his reach. These thoughts swirled in his mind as he meticulously followed the trail of the Founding Goblin.


    "System, what are the rewards forpleting this quest?" Dante asked casually, not looking at the reward.


    "As this is your first quest, you will be awarded a support skill."


    "Can''t you offer something more impactful? Like a strengthening skill or a ''magic'' skill?" Danteined. With skills like those, he could be facing off against a dungeon boss right now.


    "The system''s role is to help you be the greatest support."


    "Yeah, right," Dante said sarcastically, knowing he had no intention of using support skills on others. Selfish? Perhaps, but Dante was done with being a pushover.


    "What if I fail this quest?" Dante asked, realizing he hadn''t received any notification about penalties.


    "You won''t fail this quest," the system replied emotionlessly.


    ***


    Hyra City, much like any urban center, boasts various establishments and entertainment venues that draw visitors from far and wide. It''s also known for its strong support of guilds.


    In an abandoned train station, which had remained unused since a dungeon portal appeared within its confines, people in suits were now preventing anyone from entering. Strange devices surrounded the portal, and a monitor screen disyed continuous streams of iprehensible data. A man in a suit, lean and with long hair cascading over his shoulders, frowned as he studied the information intently. His eyes held a serious intensity.


    "Here you go, sir." A dainty hand extended, holding a cup of iced coffee.


    "Thanks."


    Joann, the woman behind the counter desk in this dungeon, had reported anomalies, prompting her boss to dispatch an investigation team and temporarily close the entry.


    "Wee, sir," Joann replied. However, noticing the gravity with which he studied the data, her curiosity got the better of her and she tried to make sense of it herself.


    In the end, she gave up and decided to ask him.


    "Sir, what does it mean?"


    "I don''t know," the man replied with confidence in his voice.


    "T-then why¡ª" Joann asked, puzzled.


    "Oh, you see, it''s fun pretending you know something. Hahahaha!" The man chuckled, observing Joann''s speechless face with satisfaction.


    "Sir Z!" Suddenly, one of the staff called out and handed him a report.


    Z took the paper and scanned it.


    "When did this dungeon appear?" Z inquired, his eyes on the report.


    "Around a week ago," Joann replied, regaining herposure.


    "Hmm, I see."


    Silence fell, and they all watched as Z examined the report, anticipating his next words.


    ''A total of 21 Ghast Wolves in an F-ss dungeon? The fluctuations from the portal are definitely unusual... Thesest couple of years, things have been getting stranger and stranger.'' Z pondered to himself. As he held the report, Z''s interest was thoroughly piqued. Lucius, Sarah, Michael, George, and Dante''s profiles were all included.


    After a moment, Z handed the report back to the staff member and turned to Joann.


    "What''s your name?"


    "Joann."


    "You''re promoted. You''ll be in charge of this investigation," Z said with a casual smile.


    Joann''s eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn''t believe she had been promoted so suddenly. ''I got promoted just for handing him an iced coffee,'' she thought, a mixture of shock and excitement coursing through her.


    As Joann watched Z walk away, she recalled the details she had read about him.


    ''Z, one of the five-star Holders in the country. His origins are a mystery, shrouded in secrecy. Easy-going, and fond of jokes. Yet, among the five-star Holders, he''s considered the most dangerous.'' Joann remembered reading this in a handbook her boss had given her.

 Chapter 11: New Support Skill

    <h4>Chapter 11: New Support Skill</h4>


    Dante followed the trail of the Founding Goblin and soon found what he was looking for.


    The Founding Goblin stood beside a hill, surrounded by normal goblins. By the way itmanded its subordinates, Dante concluded that this was not the same Founding Goblin from thest settlement he destroyed.


    There were only five normal goblins. Seeing he''s already level 10, Dante felt confident.


    Suddenly-


    He dashed forward towards the goblins!


    Shrieekk!!


    The goblins spotted him and charged in his direction.


    "I can do this!" Dante encouraged himself, raising his dagger.


    Bang!


    An arrow whizzed past his side, embedding itself in the ground. Dante looked up to see the Founding Goblin armed with a bow and arrow.


    Squinting, Dante activated his skill, Concentration, and swiftly dodged to the side. A sword narrowly missed him.


    With a precise sh, Dante severed a goblin''s head.


    "You gained +50 Exp!"


    Without waiting for another attack, Dante swiftly closed the gap with another goblin, thrusting his dagger. It pierced through the goblin''s neck, and blood spurted out.


    Shrieeekk!


    The Founding Goblin bellowed in fury as it watched its subordinates fall. It swiftly raised its bow and fired another arrow at Dante.


    Having invested points in agility, Dante''s body control, bnce, and reflexes had vastly improved. Sensing the arrow hurtling toward him, Dante contorted his body at an unusual angle. The arrow missed again, and in one fluid motion, Dante struck with his dagger.


    Thud! Thud! Two heads tumbled to the ground.


    Dante exhaled, his skill now on cooldown.


    The Founding Goblin, witnessing its fallenrades, made a calcted decision to confront Dante directly. However, it did not charge recklessly. Instead, it retrieved a sword from its back.


    This was not Dante''s first encounter with a Founding Goblin. He was familiar with theirbat style, having observed from his previous duties as a squad''s "errand boy."


    Dante rushed forward, this time refraining from activating his skill. He wanted to gauge his true capability against a Founding Goblin.


    Bang!


    The sh of sword and dagger resounded. Dante''s grip remained steady, confirming that his strength could rival that of a Founding Goblin. He smirked and pressed forward for another sh.


    Unexpectedly, the Founding Goblin delivered a swift kick, catching Dante off guard. He staggered back, momentarily taken aback by the move.


    "You certainly live up to your reputation!" Dante eximed, addressing the Founding Goblin, regardless of whether it understood him or not.


    Gathering himself, Dante lunged once more, keenly observing his opponent''s movements. Their weapons met, each disying equal strength. In a bold move, Dante raised his free hand and delivered a punch, the same strategy the Founding Goblin did.


    Bang!


    The goblin staggered backward. Dante''s heart raced with exhration, hidden by his mask that bore a triumphant smile.


    He allowed the Founding Goblin a moment to recover before they shed again.


    ***


    After a strenuous battle, the dying wail of the Founding Goblin echoed.


    "You gained +200 Exp!"


    "Congrattions! Quest Completed!"


    "Rewards: Support skill (Random)"


    As the notifications chimed and the screens lit up, Dante couldn''t contain his exmation of surprised.


    In addition to gaining 200 Exp, Dante also acquired a support skill.


    "But it''s random?" Dante mused, already having a suspicion. He checked his inventory and found a gleaming book upying one of the slots.


    "If I''m going to acquire another skill, then I will have to undergo another ritual," Dante contemted. He then decided to change his location to a safer spot. Eventually, he discovered a cave nestled beside a cliff. After ensuring no monsters were nearby, he entered and settled down.


    Upon opening his inventory and expressing his intention to use the radiant book, a prompt appeared in his mind.


    "Do you want to open a Skill Book (Random)?"


    "Yes!"


    Ding!


    The confirming sound resonated in his ears.


    In an instant, Dante''s vision was engulfed in brilliant light. When he regained his senses, he found himself in a dimly lit space surrounded by books emanating various glows. Some were golden, others were white, a few exuded an ominous dark mist, and a handful emitted a medley of vibrant hues, also among them were some simple looking books.


    Dante observed this spectacle in wonder, and yet another screen materialized before him.


    "Start selection?"


    "Start," Dante answered, filled with anticipation.


    "Randomizing..."


    The books began to whirl around Dante in a clockwise motion. They started off slowly, then gradually picked up speed. His clothes fluttered, and his hair swirled around him.


    He waited with bated breath.


    As the books spun faster and faster, they eventually reached a speed where they were nothing but a blur. Then, suddenly, they came to a halt, as if someone had mmed on the brakes.


    Before Dante''s widened eyes, a single book floated in front of him.


    Upon observing its unassuming appearance, Dante thought that it was likely an ordinary skill.


    "Congrattions! You have obtained a support skill, Invigorate."


    "Skill Description: Can remove the fatigue of your target and energize them."


    "Energy Consumption: 25"


    As Dante looked at the screens detailing the skill he had acquired, he couldn''t help but offer a wry smile. He was graduallying to terms with the fact that the skills he would receive in the future would likely all be support-oriented. In fact, he was certain of it¡ªif the system were human, it would be thinking along those lines.


    "Do you want to learn?"


    "Well, it''s better than nothing." Dante acknowledged. Though he felt a twinge of disappointment that he wouldn''t be wielding any shy skills like a ming sword or magic abilities, he still epted it.


    The radiant books surrounding him vanished, and the once-dark space abruptly turned blindingly white.


    Dante knew he would never forget this ce¡ªit was where he acquired his very first skills.


    At the age of 16, individuals showing the potential to be a Holder are summoned to this ce for their ritual. Mana pours in, reconstructing their bodies to match their skills. Some even develop extra limbs or wings.


    However, Dante''s skill merely enhances his concentration, resulting in a body and mind stronger than a regr human''s.


    In this white expanse, Dante watched as the mana gradually manifested, converging towards him. They encircled him, but just as they were about to make contact, a translucent screen erupted from his body, repelling the mana.


    Dante''s anticipation for the reconstruction vanished, reced by shock.


    "System! What happened?!" Dante shouted at the system. The translucent screen that emerged from him bore the same properties as the one he always saw when a notification appeared.


    The mana attempted to approach Dante, but the translucent screen held its ground. Even as the mana grew denser, the screen remained resilient. Eventually, the mana receded, causing the once white space to fracture and copse.


    When Dante opened his eyes, he found himself back in the cave, and a notification chimed.


    "You''ve acquired a support skill, Invigorate!"


    However, instead of satisfaction, a frown etched across Dante''s face.


    "System! Why did you do that?!" Frustration simmered within Dante as he realized the chance for mana-driven reconstruction had slipped through his fingers.


    "ess Denied!" The screen red in red letters, leaving Dante to ponder the mysterious turn of events.


    "Again?" Dante''s frown deepened. He attempted to discern the reason but came up empty-handed. He decided to set the matter aside for now.


    "I should concentrate on the present," Dante resolved, heading out to test his newfound skill. Without enough clues to unravel why the system blocked the mana, he mulled over the situation. It struck him that when the system first appeared in his consciousness, the mana within him vanished.

 Chapter 12: Dungeon Boss

    <h4>Chapter 12: Dungeon Boss</h4>


    He made his way toward the mountain housing the teleportation portal. Fortunately, he had familiarized himself with the dungeon''syout, sparing him from wasting precious time in search of the tform.


    Dante encountered a variety of monsters along the way: small slimes, King slimes, Goblins, Rock Worms, Gnomes... These creatures weremon in the dungeon, and if he wanted to encounter different ones, he would have to thoroughly explore it. However, Founding Goblins were rtively easy to find, mainly concentrated in their settlements, which made them Dante''s primary targets.


    He also got a chance to test his new skill, Invigorate. After an extended period of hunting, his body grew tired. Using the skill on himself felt like he just had afortable sleep. Though the effects were slightly diminished without the mask, they were still quite beneficial. The downside was that it cost him 25 points of Energy.


    Dante reached level 12 and decided to allocate his stat points into Endurance, aiming to enhance his capacity for using Invigorate.


    Dante summoned his Status Screen.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 130/130


    Level: 12 (673/6,200)


    Stat Points: 0


    Skills:


    Concentration(+50%)


    Invigorate(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 8


    Defense: 1


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 3


    Agility: 3


    Intelligence: 1


    Allocating 2 points to Endurance, Dante saw his Energy level rise to 130. As he nced at the experience points needed for the next level, he understood he had to keep hunting monsters relentlessly. With determination in his eyes, he gazed at the setting sun, resolving to conquer the dungeon.


    Along his path, Dante killed any monsters that dared cross his way, his sights firmly set on the impending battle with the dungeon''s boss.


    ***


    Having spent nearly two hours walking the dungeon and killing monsters, Dante made sure to collect their cores, diligently storing them in his inventory. With this relentless effort, he levelup to level 13, allocating the stat point to Defense.


    Standing before the levitating stone on the teleportation tform, Dante took a deep breath, prepared for the moment he had eagerly anticipated.


    His goblin-acquired dagger, now worn from numerous encounters, had sumbed. Thankfully, with the activation of his Concentration skill, Dante found he could proficiently wield various weapons. This, however, still required a bit of training.


    Having gathered information about the dungeon boss, which was reported to be a two-headed ogre, Dante took a deep breath to brace himself for his first solo fight with a dungeon boss. Extending his hand to touch the stone''s surface, Dante''s expression turned resolute as he tightened his grip, causing the levitating stone to shatter.


    ***


    Swish!


    A white light formed, illuminating a dark corridor as Dante emerged.


    Dante strode through the corridor, unfazed by the puddles underneath his feet. His footsteps reverberated through the dark passage, steady and heavy. There was no hint of hesitation, only a sense of unwavering determination.


    Before him stood a colossal door, standing at least ten meters tall. Dante''s body tensed with anticipation. cing his hand upon the stone door, he felt its immense weight. With a deliberate push, the door creaked open, the grinding of stone reverberating.


    Thud!


    The door swung wide, revealing whaty beyond.


    "Grrr!" Dante''s senses were instantly assaulted by the low growl that reverberated in the chamber. He raised his gaze, meeting the intense, bloodthirsty stare of the creature before him. Two heads and four eyes, each gleaming menacingly, its nostrils red, and its teeth grinding against one another.


    In the chamber stood a colossal monster, towering at nearly three meters in height and spanning a meter in width. It gripped a club that was nearly half the size of it''s own body.


    This was a Two-Headed Ogre.


    Renowned for their immense strength and formidablebat prowess, even a full squad of 1-star Holders would find themselves hard-pressed against this monster if they weren''t cautious.


    The Two-Headed Ogre stood still, its two heads locked onto Dante with an intense, menacing gaze. Feeling the bloodlust in the air, Dante felt not fear, but a surge of excitement. Just a day ago, he''d had to bow his head before Lucius and the others. Now, armed with newfound strength, he met the gaze of a Two-Headed Ogre unwaveringly.


    Opting for a sword rather than a dagger, Dante raised it before his face, his body crouched low in preparation for the oing battle.


    "Roar!" The Ogre''s dual voices thundered in unison, their echoes resounding within the chamber. With each heavy step, the Ogre closed the distance to Dante, brandishing its massive club high.


    Eyes cold and unyielding, Dante too let out a fierce battle cry, simultaneously activating his Concentration skill. With swift determination, he lunged towards the oing monster


    Crash!


    The club thundered into the floor, sending a shower of stone shards in every direction. Dante, sidestepping to the side, swiftly wielded his sword to shield himself from the debris. But a piercing sensation of being watched bore into him. ncing back at the monster, he found its second head locked onto him, the club already hurtling towards his chest.


    In a hurry, Dante thrust his sword up to counter the blow. Yet, the sheer power behind the strike sent him flying through the air. He crashed to the ground and tumbled several times, finally using his other hand to steady himself.


    "Ptuh!"


    Health: 74/100


    Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Dante grimly checked his health status.


    "Twenty-six points in just one hit..." Dante mused.


    Brushing dirt from his face, he wasted no time and charged back into the Ogre. Although it was his first time facing a monster of such immense size and strength, Dante refused to be discouraged. He pressed on, determined to kill the monster.


    As the two-headed ogre swung its club horizontally, Dante seized the opening and slid beneath, delivering an upward sh. A deep gash appeared on the hand that gripped the club.


    Enraged by the sh wound on its hand, the two-headed ogre stamped its feet in fury as Dante maneuvered below.


    Bang!


    Dante skillfully rolled aside, narrowly avoiding the attack. However, some stone debris grazed his shoulder, drawing blood. He quickly put some distance between himself and the enraged creature. With his skill on cooldown, Dante retrieved a bow from his inventory, one of the tactics he''d discovered earlier when he needed to do a long-range hunt. So far, it had proven to be quite effective.


    Nocking an arrow on the bow, Dante closed one eye, his focus unwavering on the approaching two-headed ogre.


    ''I''m lucky if I manage to hit its eyes,'' Dante thought, fingers steady on the string.


    Whoosh!


    The arrow was propelled with force. The two-headed ogre, sensing the threat, raised its club to block. However, another arrow followed, finding its mark in the creature''s shoulder.


    "Roar!" The two-headed ogre bellowed in pain, but it picked up its pace, closing the distance between it and Dante. But Dante had already achieved his goal of stalling for a few precious seconds. He quickly activated his skill, Concentration, and shifted his weapon back to a sword.


    His focus was stretched to its limits or even beyond that, and recalling his past mistake, Dante keenly observed the movements of the two-headed ogre''s eyes.


    With its immense size, the ogre presented numerous openings that Dante could exploit. He took precise aim and wounds kept umting on the ogre.


    As Dante sidestepped another attack, he swiftly maneuvered behind the ogre and he felt that sensation once more. Ready for it this time, Dante bent his knees and leaped.


    Swoosh!


    The club swished through the air beneath him as Dante thrust his sword while still mid-air.


    Sphhhlt!


    Dante''s sword thrust sessfully pierced one of the two-headed ogre''s eyes. Afternding, he quickly retreated while casting his support skill, Invigorate, on himself.


    "I did it!" Dante shouted inwardly as the two-headed ogre thrashed about, clutching its wounded eye. Its crazy movements kept Dante at bay, which gave him a much-needed breather.


    After a while, the two-headed ogre decided to unleash its agony upon the one who had caused it.


    The ogre roared once more and charged at Dante.


    Empowered by the effects of Invigorate, Dante felt a surge of energy, as if he could keep fighting for another hour. He raised his sword and met the charging monster head-on.


    ***


    Outside the dungeon, at the park where the dungeon portal stood, only 40 minutes had passed.


    Some of the holders who were nning to enter the abandoned train station dungeon had gathered here, unable to ess their intended destination due to the ongoing investigation.


    They had also heard rumors of someone attempting to conquer an F-ss dungeon alone, which had drawn their attention. Conversations buzzed among them, the majority being young and newly awakened holders. Those aged 20 and above likely possessed D-ss potential at most, seeking their livelihoods in an F-ss dungeon.


    Among the crowd were ordinary individuals¡ªattendants of holders, dungeon staff, and guild agents seeking to recruit new talent.


    One such figure was Manny, a guild agent hailing from an unknown guild. He possessed a lean physique, with oversized round sses perched on his nose bridge, and face painted with freckles. His suit appeared more like a coat due to itsrge size.


    In a word, Manny exuded an air of passivity.


    He hade here in search of potential guild members, but thus far, no one had shown any interest. Manny had been stationed here since morning, and just as he contemted leaving, whispers reached his ears about someone attempting a solo dungeon conquest.


    Intrigued, Manny decided to linger for another hour, eager to witness this interesting endeavor.


    "I truly hope he seeds." Manny silently cheered for the brave soul.


    "If he pulls it off, he''s got the skills of a three-star, at least."


    "He''s definitely smurfing."


    "Haha!"


    Manny turned towards the source of theirughter, his gaze falling on their uniforms. Memories of a particr school and thinking how his guild fared against them, caused him to smile wryly.


    "I heard his name is Eka. I wonder if he''s already in a guild," Manny pondered, though he knew the likelihood of someone joining their guild was slim. Even an F-rated potential holder might not give them a second nce.


    "But if he really pulls this off..." Manny''s eyes scanned the area, observing ordinary individuals in suits engaging in professional conversations with holders.

 Chapter 13: Dungeon Boss (Part 2)

    <h4>Chapter 13: Dungeon Boss (Part 2)</h4>


    Coughing violently, Dante knelt, propping himself up with his sword, and blood staining the ground beneath him.


    After wiping his mouth, Dante carefully assessed his condition.


    Health: 35/100


    His body was drenched in blood, with pain surging through him, and each breath aborious task. Activating another Invigorate skill on himself, his weary body momentarily felt lighter, but the blood continued to flow. Despite applying the skill directly on himself, its effectiveness waned with each umting injury.


    The support skill "Invigorate" merely energized the individual, offering no healing factor.


    Dante''s gaze turned cold as he spotted the approaching two-headed ogre.


    The ogre, though initially imposing, now moved towards Dante with slow,bored steps. Its body has countless wounds, with arrows embedded in various ces and visible sword cuts that continued to seep blood, staining its once-pale skin a deep red hue.


    With his energy dwindling to less than 50, Dante faced a critical moment, forced to conclude the battle swiftly, as his body couldn''t withstand further damage.


    Observing the ogre''s movements, Dante swiftly activated his skill, Concentration.


    As they closed the distance to mere meters, the ogre hoisted its club,unching a powerful swing. seizing an opening, Dante lunged forward, slicing his sword across the same area with already sword wound. The de traced the gash, digging it deeper, and provoking a thunderous roar from the ogre.


    "ROAR!"


    Writhing in pain, the two-headed ogre moved its hands erratically. Dante, unable to evade in time, took a blow from its club.


    Bang!


    Coughing violently, Dante expelled a mouthful of blood. Even with Concentration active, he struggled to keep up with his thought process, considering the umting injuries in his body.


    Dante flew up, executing a graceful twist to stabilize himself mid-air.


    A resounding thud echoed through the chamber as the two-headed ogre dropped to one knee. Just before the club could strike Dante, he managed to inflict a deep wound on one of its joints.


    Uponnding, Dante struggled to maintain his bnce, nearly stumbling.


    Health: 9/100


    The ogre attempted to rise, only to copse once more, emitting a low growl that reverberated in the chamber. Its bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Dante, its thirst for blood undiminished. Yet, this did not deter Dante from pressing forward.


    They stood just a foot apart, the ogre''sbored breathing resonating heavily. Even on its knees, it towered over Dante, forcing him to gaze upwards into its unrelenting gaze.


    "Grr!" A low growl reverberated.


    Without a moment''s pause, Dante raised his sword, sping it firmly with both hands, and thrust it forward.


    Shunk!


    The de slid through the chest of the two-headed ogre with minimal resistance.


    With a decisive tug, a torrent of blood spilled forth. Instead of evading, Dante allowed it to drench his entire body, as staggered back until he sumbed to unconsciousness.


    This marked his first victory over a dungeon boss.


    ***


    "It''s been nearly 40 minutes since that fellow walked in," the woman behind the counter murmured to herself, checking her watch. Her gaze flicked towards the portal, catching the mix of hope and curiosity in the Holders'' eyes.


    They wondered if a promising neer had arrived or merely a misguided one.


    "Any slots left?" inquired a Holder, waiting in line before her.


    ncing at herputer screen, she offered an apologetic smile, informing the Holder that all the slots had been taken. Disheartened, the Holder departed.


    "I''m hungryyy... I should grab some lunch."


    ***


    Inside the chamber, blood adorned both the walls and the floor.


    Random punctures and scattered stone fragments testified to the violence that had transpired. The metallic smell of blood lingered in the air as a figurey motionless, eyes shut. His breathing, though faint, remained steady, but his clothing bore tattered wounds in every corner.


    Dante''s closed eyes twitched, gradually reopening.


    Gazing at the ceiling above him, and the lingering scent of blood, Dante couldn''t help but muster a faint smile.


    "I passed out, but I managed to kill it.," Dante marveled, reflecting on how unthinkable such an achievement would have been just days earlier.


    He sat upright and inspected the remnants before him.


    Among them, a monster core, asrge as an adult human head, radiated an eerie green glow. Beside the core rested a small white marble, and as Dante examined it up close, a gulp escaped him, sensing the potent mana contained within.


    The monster''s corpse can''t be seen, as the body for dungeon bosses always disintegrated upon being killed.


    The white marble was norger than a fingernail, yet Dante was certain that whaty before him was genuine. He''d only glimpsed this marble from a distance after conquering the dungeon boss alongside the squads he''d joined.


    "The Skill Enhancement Marble," Dante murmured the name, drawing near to touch it, paying little heed to the bloodstains nearby.


    This marble held the power to elevate a Holder''s skill, it is one of the ways to get stronger as a Holder. The Skill Enhancement Marble stood as one of the driving forces behind the poprity of repeatable dungeons among Holders. While defeating a dungeon boss is an aplishment, it doesn''t necessarily mean that the Holder will acquire the marble. It ultimatelyes down to a matter of luck.


    "If I were to use this..." Dante''s voice trailed off, a sudden realization washing over him. He couldn''t harness mana due to the limitations imposed by the system.


    Dante couldn''t help but wear a bitter smile, and this train of thought led him to reflect on recent events.


    "It''s only been a day since I acquired the system, well, almost two if I factor in the time spent in this dungeon." Dantemented as he gazed at the monster core and the pristine white marble.


    Deciding to stow away the monster core and the white marble in his inventory, he resolved to think about how he will handle thetter at ater time.


    After verifying that there were no additional rewards to be found, Dante summoned his Status Screen, eager to see if there were any notable changes.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 100/100


    Energy: 130/130


    Level: 16 (256/18,700)


    Stat Points: 3


    Skills:


    Concentration(+50%)


    Invigorate(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 8


    Defense: 2


    Vitality: 1


    Endurance: 3


    Agility: 3


    Intelligence: 1


    Observing the number of levels he had gained, Dante felt a sense of satisfaction.


    "I must''ve acquired at least 20,000 Exp... I wonder how much I''d receive for a D ss dungeon boss or higher." Dante mused. However, considering the ordeal he had just endured with this boss, he understood that he needed to be even stronger to face a mightier adversary.


    "But, System, why assign a quest to kill a founding goblin? Having the dungeon boss as a quest would be much more worthwhile," Dante queried the system, unable toprehend its logic.


    "The quest involving the founding goblin serves to familiarize you with the process. Issuing a quest with a low likelihood of you perishing holds little meaning," came the system''s response.


    Dante found himself torn betweenughter and tears upon hearing the second sentence.


    Following this, he allocated one stat point to his Strength and the remaining two to his Vitality. This boosted his Health to 130, a precautionary measure to withstand a powerful blow from a creature stronger than the two-headed ogre.


    Despite the apparent simplicity of his stats, he found it intriguing that he could still dispatch an F ss dungeon boss. He set aside these musings for the moment, rising to retrieve a set of clothes from his inventory. This was a scenario he had foreseen.


    Taking off his mask, he scrutinized it, his dark eyes mirrored in its surface.


    "If it weren''t for this, thatst attack would have been the end of me."


    After donning the clothes, Dante made his way to a portal standing nearby. He couldn''t ascertain how long he''d slept, but the fact that the portal remained indicated he still had ample time.

 Chapter 14: Manny and Eka

    <h4>Chapter 14: Manny and Eka</h4>


    The park, where an F-ss dungeon had emerged two weeks prior, remained crowded with squads eagerly awaiting their turn.


    After nearly an hour of waiting, spection filled the air among them.


    "Is he still alive?" someone voiced.


    "Seems unlikely."


    All eyes were fixed on the portal, knowing that if he didn''t emerge, it was a grim sign.


    Manny, standing among them, held his breath and nced at his watch. If the guy turned out to be dead, it would mean he''d squandered his time standing there.


    A few of the Holders shook their heads and opted to scout for a ce to sit, seemingly losing interest.


    Embracing the inevitability of one''s demise was amon mindset among the Holders. Hence, they were somewhat indifferent to the notion that the guy might now be a lifeless form.


    As Manny too began to wane in interest, he was abruptly jolted by a chorus of exmations.


    "He did it!"


    "Wow!"


    Whistle!


    Beside the portal stood a man.


    It was Dante.


    As Dante emerged, he was greeted by a cacophony of shouts and exmations.


    He tilted his head, taking in the amazed expressions of the Holders around him. Some had ming hair, others had wisps of smoke escaping their nostrils, and a few were d in full body armor. They all gazed at him in astonishment.


    "What happened?" Dante inquired.


    At his murmur, one of the guards stationed beside the portal regarded him with curious eyes.


    "You just conquered an F-ss dungeon, alone," he said, eyeing Dante curiously.


    The guard assumed that Dante was likely a 2-star Holder at the very least.


    Dante quickly grasped the situation and decided it was best to leave immediately.


    ''I shouldn''t draw any more attention to myself. They don''t know I made it out alive,'' Dante ruminated on ''them''. It wouldn''t take much for them to uncover his true identity if they decided to investigate the lone conqueror of the dungeon.


    Even though they were undoubtedly impressed by his solo feat, they kept their distance. They understood the wisdom of not antagonizing someone with the strength to conquer a dungeon alone, a clear indicator of at least 2-star capability - and perhaps even 3, if the person was exceptionally talented.


    Dante''s mask also added an air of unapproachability to his presence.


    As Dante made his way towards the exit, a few bold individuals attempted to approach him. They were dressed in ordinary suits, wearing smiles on their faces.


    "Excuse me, sir? Would you mind if I ask you a question?" a man addressed Dante, who simply gestured for him to continue.


    "You should consider joining our guild. There are numerous benefits, and we have 4-star Holders who can assist you in your training," the man continued, his smile unwavering and confident.


    "Perhaps we could sit down at a nearby caf¨¦ and discuss it?"


    "No." Dante curtly declined, striding past the man and leaving him standing there, speechless.


    "As a member of our guild¡ª"


    "Step aside! It''s my turn." As the man persisted in trying to convince Dante, he was pushed back by another guild agent who stepped forward to extend their invitation to Dante.


    "Hello, we''re from the Trinity Guild, would you be int¡ª"


    "No." Dante interjected once more, quickening his pace. This was his first encounter with such a situation, and while it was admittedly ttering, as Dante saw more guild agents converging towards him, he knew he needed to make a swift exit.


    They all watched Dante as he strode away. The smudge of ck around his eyes on the mask gave him an air of unapproachable coldness.


    The noon sun beat down relentlessly. Manny observed the agents hurrying after Dante and couldn''t help but feel he should join them.


    "I won''t lose anything if I try." Manny murmured to himself, and moved forward.


    Initially, Dante felt a sense of gratification at their eagerness to enlist him into their guild. However, as time passed, frustration settled in as their recruitment efforts showed no sign of abating.


    Even though some suspected he might hold the title of 2 or 3 stars, they persisted. This opportunity to recruit this unknown masked figure, "Eka," might be their only chance.


    Dante had enough, he skillfully evaded their pursuit, moving swiftly through the distance. Once he felt he had put enough space between them, Dante ducked into a nearby corner.


    Looking back, he let out a relieved sigh as he saw none of them had managed to follow him.


    "I need to make my way to the City Center." Dante resolved, intent on selling his monster cores and dealing with the skill enhancement marble.


    Certain dungeon sites provided designated areas for Holders to exchange their hard-earned spoils, including monster cores.


    Heading towards the nearest bus station, Dante reflected on the fact that despite conquering an F-ss dungeon, he still relied on public transportation. Perhaps it was time to consider purchasing a car. After tallying up the monster cores he''d acquired, he concluded that it was likely sufficient to cover the cost of a modest car, rent an apartment, daily necessities, and the equipment he''d need for future dungeon conquests.


    Selling the Skill Enhancement Marble in addition would provide him with enough funds to sustain himself for at least a year.


    Securing another apartment was imperative for Dante in his present circumstances.


    ''I shouldn''t involve in anything that mightpromise my identity.'' Dante pondered about the future.


    Lost in his thoughts, Dante continued to walk, oblivious to the frail-looking young man standing in front of him.


    As Dante approached, Manny''s body instinctively tensed. His choice to wait outside seemed correct, as he didn''t spot any other agents apanying Dante.


    "M-Mr. Eka?" Manny stammered.


    Dante was mildly surprised to see a young man before him. Judging by his attire, though a bit oversized, Dante deduced he was likely a guild agent.


    "No!" Dante asserted before Manny can say anything, his tone more emphatic, as irritation creeping in.


    "Ah, but we have -" Manny''s words trailed off as he recalled his guild''s current dire situation. There wasn''t much they could offer to entice Dante.


    Dante walked past him, leaving Manny''s thoughts racing.


    ''If I can''t recruit him into my guild, I need to at least leave a positive impression.'' As Manny watched Dante continue on, taking note of the absence of a nearby car and the parking lot situated on the other side of their current location, suddenly he had an idea.


    "I can give you a ride!" Manny called out, his heart racing and sweat dotting his forehead.


    Dante turned around, studying Manny for a moment.


    After a brief pause...


    "Sure," Dante agreed. Manny''s eyes widened in surprise; he hadn''t expected it to work.


    "C-Can you wait for me here? I''ll just go get my car," Manny hurriedly requested, then dashed off. Dante waited patiently.


    After a while.


    "Vroo-.. Creak!"


    Manny pulled up in front of Dante, the engine roaring more like a bark. As it came to a stop, a noticeable creaking emanated from the vehicle.


    Manny emerged from his jeep. Its worn-out exterior and numerous scratches revealed its age.


    "S-Sorry it took so long. Please,e in!" Manny motioned towards the passenger seat, a tinge of embarrassment in his demeanor. But he knew he had to put on a thick face.


    Without hesitation, Dante entered, bringing a sense of relief to Manny as he took his ce behind the wheel.


    "Where to, Mr. Eka?"


    "City Center."


    "Okay!"


    "By the way, are you skilled in boxing?"


    "Huh? N-No, why do you ask, Mr. Eka?"


    "Nothing."


    Creak!! The jeep lurched forward with a characteristic groan.

 Chapter 15: Main Quest: Track Down Lucius.

    <h4>Chapter 15: Main Quest: Track Down Lucius.</h4>


    Whoosh!


    The jeep sped past Hyra City, with only an hour remaining before reaching the City Center.


    Dante gazed out at the passing scenery, a sudden thought urring to him. He needed to ask the system something important.


    "System, you''ve only provided me with the basics about my stats. They don''t seem all that impressive, yet I was able to defeat a two-headed ogre." Dante inquired.


    A system interface appeared in front of him along with the emotionless system.


    "User, each time you allocate points to your stats, there are qualitative changes that ur within your body. Your physique adapts in response to where you allocate these points. Would you like a more detailed exnation?" the system offered.


    Dante now understood that his status screen differed from what he was ustomed to in games.


    "Please, continue." Dante responded to the system.


    "If a user allocates all their points to ''Strength,'' their body undergoes a transformation, enhancing not only strength but also other physical attributes. This process is what you''re experiencing as Evolution. However, because the system is omnipotent, users can only perceive the effects." the system elucidated. Dante nowprehended how his stats functioned.


    "So, if I choose to invest more points in Agility, my body would adapt to handle greater speed and flexibility. This means that even without adding points to Strength, my body would still be stronger than before." Dante deduced.


    "Your understanding is correct, User." the system affirmed, aligning with Dante''s reasoning.


    With each level gained, Dante realized that his body underwent an evolution to amodate the newly allocated stats.


    "This sounds like Mana Reconstruction." Dante mused, resolving one of the mysteries that had piqued his curiosity. The revtion brought him a sense of satisfaction.


    An hourter, they arrived at their destination. Towering structures, dozens of meters in height, adorned the area, with Holders and regr people bustling about in their own directions. Various establishments lined the streets.


    "Here we are, Mr. Eka." Manny briskly moved to the passenger side and opened the door. Dante stepped out, taking in the surroundings. Though not his first visit, he still found himself captivated.


    "Thank you." Dante turned to Manny, offering his gratitude genuinely.


    "N-No problem!" Manny responded with enthusiasm, not wanting to impose further on Dante''s time. He bid Dante farewell and handed him his modest business card.


    "Goodbye, Mr. Eka!" Manny departed, content in having forged a connection with Dante.


    ncing at the rear of the jeep, Dante tucked the card into his pocket. As he held it in his hands, he mentally called upon his inventory, causing the card to vanish seamlessly into his pocket.


    With this taskplete, Dante proceeded in a specific direction. He didn''t draw much attention, as shier and more conspicuous Holders were scattered all around.


    Dante walked for nearly ten minutes until he reached his destination. Before him stood a building, its massive ss door adorned with a prominent sign that read "Holders House." It was evident that the majority of patrons here were Holders.


    Approaching, Dante was granted entry by a vignt guard. He nodded in acknowledgment and made a beeline for the counter, inquiring about where he could sell monster cores and the coveted "Skill Enhancement Marble."


    An attendant stepped forward to assist him.


    The building was spacious, easily amodating the size of at least two basketball courts.


    Dante observed a multitude of stores within, offering an array of products: swords, armor, specialized clothing, and more. What united them all was a palpable sense of opulence.


    The attendant guided him to a designated area for exchanging monster cores. With a courteous bow, the attendant left Dante to his own devices.


    As he pushed open the door, another attendant promptly approached him.


    "Hello! What can we assist you with today? We have health potions, mana potions, poison resistance pills, and our specialty item, the skill enhancement marble. Additionally, we offer services such as monster core exchanges and loans, provided you meet the required credit score..." The attendant provided a thorough rundown of their offerings with a professional demeanor. Despite Dante''s unassuming attire, the attendant refrained from making any assumptions, a refreshing departure from the usual judgments found in novels and dramas.


    "I''m here to sell monster cores and the Skill Enhancement Marble." Dante interjected, halting the attendant''s ongoing exnation.


    The attendant''s eyes sparkled with interest upon hearing about the Skill Enhancement Marble. Without hesitation, he ushered Dante to a dedicated counter specifically designed for this service.


    ***


    Dante emerged from the store and took a nce at his ATM card stored in his inventory. The thought of the money stored within brought a subtle grin beneath his mask. He''d never possessed this much before, and the sensation was still somewhat overwhelming.


    However, he swiftlyposed himself, recognizing that with the system''s assistance, this sum would likely be a mere fraction of what he would amass in the future.


    Deciding to depart, Dante made his way towards the exit. As he did, he happened to overhear a conversation among passing Holders.


    "The son of the Vesper Guild master is here." whispered one of the Holders, his tail swaying behind him.


    "You mean Lucius?" responded one of hispanions, a staff slung behind his back.


    "Yes, an attendant identally bumped into him, and now he''s facing a reprimand. They even made the attendant kneel."


    "They''re so ruthless!"


    "Shhh! Keep your voice down."


    "Oops."


    Dante abruptly halted, his gaze icy, and his aura took on a different intensity. He followed after the pair and brought them to a stop.


    "Can you tell me where he is?" Dante inquired with gravity in his tone.


    The Holders turned around, their eyes filled with wariness.


    "Why would we tell you?!" one of them retorted.


    However, the one with the tail on his back nudged hispanion. Dante''s eyes, concealed behind his mask, emanated an unsettling coldness, sending shivers down their spines. The Holder with the tail possessed heightened sensitivity, courtesy of his Skill, and he''d only experienced this sensation when encountering 2 or 3-star Holders exuding their dominance.


    "H-He''s on the second floor." he stammered, immediately pulling hispanion along as they hurriedly departed.


    Dante surveyed the second floor and then made his way to the elevator.


    His mind raced, considering various strategies for dealing with this situation.


    Recollections of past experiences, from his ritual, the days spent exploring dungeons, and the moment he was kicked by Lucius¡ªthey are the fuse that change Dante, he instinctively touched his mask.


    Boom!


    The elevator shuddered violently, the echo of explosion reverberating through his ears.


    Ding!


    The elevator doors slid open, and a wave of coldness washed over Dante as he beheld the scene before him. Panic and chaos reigned, the air are filled with screams and desperate cries. Across from him, a roaring inferno consumed the entire store, its mes devouring the innocence within.


    Whoosh!


    Abruptly, the mes surged and a figure rushed out. Cloaked in attendant uniform while the most conspicuous detail was the body draped over his shoulder.


    Thanks to the enhancements from his level ups, Dante''s vision sharpened, allowing him to swiftly identify the figure on the attendant''s shoulder.


    "Lucius!"


    Dante promptly gave chase.


    Despite carrying a body, the ''attendant'' moved with surprising speed. He entered a corridor, with a ss window looming ahead. Raising his hand, a spark of fire ignited and, with a resounding bang, an explosion of mes erupted, shattering the ss.


    Bang!


    Undeterred, the ''attendant'' pressed on at full tilt.


    Dante heard yet another explosion and hastened to the corridor. There, he witnessed the ''attendant'' leaping from the window, a subsequent explosion from his back propelling him forward.


    Dante tried to pursue them, but they soared away at astonishing speed. With no other option, Dante came to a halt before the shattered window.


    "That''s my prey!" Dante dered through gritted teeth.


    "Ding! Issuing Quest..."


    A translucent screen materialized before him.


    "Main Quest: Track Down Lucius."


    "Reward: Support Skill, 50,000 Exp"


    "Quest Description: Find Lucius and eliminate his captors."


    "Punishment: Death"


    "Time Limit: 6 days"


    Dante studied the information, recalling what the system had mentioned earlier.


    "So, there''s a chance I might not make it out alive, and if I fail, death is the consequence. Hmhp! I don''t care. I didn''t be a Holder for a life of safety," Dante muttered to himself, but the system remained silent.


    Dante calcted the funds he had. Determined to increase his experience points and level up, he decided to conquer more dungeons before he do the quest.

 Chapter 16: Vesper Guild

    <h4>Chapter 16: Vesper Guild</h4>


    Hyra City boasts three prominent guilds: the Vesper Guild, Talon Guild, and Viso Guild.


    These guilds house a significant number of Holders, with many of the city''s renowned figures originating from their ranks, alongside promising neers. Their far-reaching influence extends throughout the entire city, often posing challenges for other guilds striving to establish their own power.


    Within the central headquarters of the Vesper Guild, a palpable sense of gloom permeates the air, particrly within the office of the guild master.


    The room amodates four individuals, their attention fixated on the man seated behind his desk. His taut ck suit entuates his well-defined muscles, while his hair and mustache bear the mark of time in a striking white hue. His eyes emanate an icy intensity, and a cigar dangles from one hand. He draws a puff, exhaling a veil of smoke that momentarily obscures his visage.


    However, oddly enough, the smoke didn''t dissipate; instead, it lingered, enveloping the guild master''s face. Simultaneously, the others in the room collectively swallowed hard, fully aware that this lingering smoke signaled the guild master''s growing anger.


    A deep, imposing voice resonated from within the shrouded smoke, demanding, "WHO DID THIS?"


    Beads of sweat trickled down the foreheads of everyone in the room. One individual, wearing spectacles, nervously stepped forward and bowed, stammering,


    "W-we are still in the process of investigation, and we will exert our utmost efforts to locate Young Master Lucius." His voice quivered, and he trembled from head to toe.


    The smoke-shrouded Vesper guild master remained silent, intensifying the tension in the room. Everyone anxiously awaited his next move, but suddenly...


    A resounding "Weinnggg!" filled the air, apanied by an abrupt surge of pressure that forced them all to their knees. Among them was Sal, the guild master''s secretary, distinguished by his sses. As he raised his gaze, he beheld the figure before him now obscured by swirling smoke, revealing only the outline of a body and piercing red eyes.


    This enigmatic figure was none other than Tarik Vesper, the father of Lucius Vesper and the reigning guild master of the Vesper Guild. He was also renowned as "The Smoker," a moniker derived from his unique ability to transmute his form into billowing smoke. The intricacies of this skill remained a closely guarded secret known only to him.


    Tarik rose to his feet, his imposing presence undiminished. He strode toward the rear of the room, where a towering ss window stretched from floor to ceiling.


    "YOU HAVE THREE DAYS TO FIND MY SON!" Tarik''smand resonated powerfully, delivered with his back turned to his subordinates.


    "Yes!"


    "We understand!"


    They chorused in response, swiftly departing, unable to withstand the force of Tarik''s presence.


    With a swift whoosh, the shrouding smoke dissipated.


    His ck suit remained impably clean as he gazed at the cars bustling below. He reached out, his hand meeting the cool surface of the window. Worry etched his features as he contemted the fate of his only son.


    ***


    Dante decided to begin his shopping with some new attire. Thankfully, a few stores within the Holders House were still open for business, including a clothing boutique.


    There, he selected an elegant white suit reminiscent of noble fashion. Given his white mask, the choice felt fitting. Additionally, Dante was drawn to the intricate pattern on the suit, finding it both appealing andfortable.


    This particr suit boasted a straightforward defense mechanism, rendering it impervious to scratches and minor tears. It was also designed to be waterproof and stain-resistant.


    While the price tag was steep, Dante possessed ample funds and didn''t hesitate to make the purchase. As for weaponry, he saw no need to invest in additional armaments, considering the formidable weapons wielded by dungeon monsters were more than sufficient for his current needs.


    Having secured all his essential supplies within the Holders House, Dante set off for the apartment he had in mind. Despite the ongoing quest, he felt no sense of urgency.


    The new apartment exceeded the size of his previous one and was furnished morevishly. Dante made the deposit and even prepaid his rent for the next six months. Thendlord agreed to his terms and arranged for a cleaning service to spruce up the apartment in his absence. By the time Dante reached the car dealership, it was nearing 6 PM, but fortunately, they were still open. He opted for a modest, fuel-efficient vehicle.


    "This is mine," Dante remarked, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He marveled at the fact that he could now afford a car, even if it was a simple one, without worrying about depleting his funds.


    "I''ll need to acquire more Skill Enhancement Marbles." he reflected, before turning the key and starting the engine.


    In no time, the car sped down the highway.


    ***


    Dante made the decision to tackle yet another repeatable F-ss dungeon, but this time the dungeon''s difficulty level was approaching that of a D-ss. This particr dungeon was situated near a dense forest, requiring him to embark on a nearly three-hour journey to reach his destination.


    With the clock nearing 10 o''clock, Dante was aware that securing a slot for the dungeon exploration would be a challenging task.


    Most of the dungeons that remained avable were these repeatable F-ss dungeons, which needed to be cleared weekly. However, over time, as Holders continued to clear them, these dungeons would eventually vanish. On the other hand, one-time dungeons demanded immediate conquest and were typically of D-ss or higher, as they carried a higher risk of Monster Invasion. Of course, repeatable D-ss dungeons and above did exist, but they usually only needed to be cleared at least once a year.


    Near the dungeon''s portal, there was a modest settlement where Holders could rest and find the dungeon''s registration counter. A handful of Holders were still waiting their turn to enter the dungeon.


    Dante approached the counter and inquired about avable slots, and to his relief, there were some.


    "Some of them opted out due to the incident at the Holder''s House." the person behind the counter mentioned casually, hinting at possible casualties among their rtives or for other undisclosed reasons.


    "Would it be possible to take their slots?" Dante inquired. If he could secure those slots, he could revisit a dungeonter in the evening.


    "All of them?" the person asked, taken aback.


    "Yes."


    Peering past Dante, the person behind the counter couldn''t spot anyone else in line, which left him puzzled. Was this guy going to conquer a dungeon alone? Perhaps a skilled two star or three-star? The thought crossed his mind as he decided to inquire about Dante''s name.


    "What''s your name again?"


    "Eka." Dante replied.


    The man behind the counter swiftly entered the name on hisputer, but within seconds, a rumor he''d heard earlier in the day shed through his mind. His eyes widened, and a cautious examination of Dante''s mask confirmed his suspicion.


    "Wait just a moment, let me check with my superior." the man said, pulling out a phone and making a call.


    After a minute, they granted Dante the slots.


    "Here are three slots. Although I should mention, the dungeon might copse after two or three more resets." the man cautioned. This dungeon had only appeared three weeks ago, and due to the influx of new emerging Holders, it had quickly gained poprity.


    Those who dare to face this dungeon, upon realizing its energy level is akin to a D-ss, tend to be a blend of courageous and robust novice Holders.


    The man at the counter identified Dante as the individual who had sessfully soloed a Dungeon, having overheard snippets of conversation from Holders waiting in line. It seemed his superiors were already aware of this, which exined why they had granted Dante the slots. The man considered this normal, understanding that the organization that he is belong to was in need of talented Holders.


    "White Mask, Eka." While instances of solo dungeon conquest did ur asionally, they were usually aplished by the exceptionally gifted and promising individuals who were destined for future fame. For someone like the man, tasked with tending to Holders day in and day out, it was crucial to make note of such remarkable individuals.


    Dante nodded and patiently awaited his turn.


    Before long, Dante stood at the entrance to the portal, attracting the other Holders.


    As the sensation of weightlessness took hold, Dante''s body tensed, poised for action.


    Whoosh!


    Upon opening his eyes, Dante was greeted by the fading light of the afternoon sun. Before him stretched a barrennd, itsndscape defined only by desated trees and withered grass.

 Chapter 17: Orcs

    <h4>Chapter 17: Orcs</h4>


    "Grr!" A low growl emanated from ahead, prompting Dante to swiftly ess his inventory.


    He unsheathed a sword and charged ahead, confronting a two-meter tall creature, its sinewy form boasting six-pack abs. This formidable adversary was none other than the regr ogre, distinct from the two-headed variant Dante had faced in the boss room.


    Given the dungeon''s borderline to being a D-ss dungeon, encounters with ogres and other D-ss monsters were not umon. The only thing keeping it from achieving a full D-ss status was its energy level.


    Bang!


    The ogre''s club crashed down, striking the very spot where Dante had been standing just moments ago. A looming shadow now stretched over the ogre, framing Dante''s figure against the backdrop of the setting sun.


    Dante raised his hands, wielding the sword, and brought it down in a swift arc.


    Swish!


    The ogre''s head went airborne, while Dante touched down gracefully.


    "You''ve gained 600 Exp!" A translucent interface materialized before Dante.


    "Now, this is what I''m talking about!" Dante grinned behind his mask. He could keenly sense the surge in his strength. The first ogre hadn''t anticipated an opponent of such formidable might, capable of killing it with a single stroke.


    "Grrr!"


    "Grrr!"


    Two more growls reverberated through the surroundings.


    Dante focused on them and activated his skill, Concentration. This ability yed a pivotal role in his way to kill enemies. With it active, he could strategize more effectively on how to dispatch a monster, all while enhancing his physical coordination.


    "I wonder how I''ll enhance my Skills," Dante mused, deftly sidestepping and severing the arm of one of the ogres. Given his current stats, taking down these monsters was a walk in the park.


    Swish!


    Another severed arm flew up. Dante sprinted forward and shed, sending another ogre''s head into the air. Blood kept oozing out of the severed neck.


    "Roar!" Witnessing hisrade''s plight, the remaining ogre charged at Dante in a furious frenzy.


    Bang! Bang!


    The ogre swung its club angrily, forcing Dante to expertly evade each strike. With only a few seconds remaining before his skill went on cooldown, Dante spotted an opening and swiftly closed the distance.


    With a thrust of his sword, its de easily passed through the neck of the remaining ogre.


    Thud!


    The ogre fell heavily, its blood staining the parched earth.


    "You obtained 600Exp!"


    "You obtained 600Exp!"


    After dispatching the two ogres, Dante retrieved their monster cores. These cores were notablyrgerpared to those of goblins.


    He swung his sword a few times to rid it of the ogres'' blood.


    "ording to the information I''ve gathered about this dungeon, the boss here is a Rotten Bear," Dante pondered. Despite the intimidating reputation of the Rotten Bear, Dante''s previous encounter with the two-headed ogre had boosted his confidence in facing formidable foes.


    The terrain of this dungeon proved challenging for thosecking survival skills. Water was scarce, and signs of wildlife were few and far between, with only asional glimpses of insects.


    As nightfall approached, Dante acknowledged the increased danger. However, instead of seeking a safe haven, a smile yed on his lips.


    Dante gazed across the distance, spotting a valley with jagged rocks protruding along the way.


    The flora in this area consisted solely of poisonous nts, with a few nt-based monsters scattered about. These creatures posed no threat as long as one didn''t inadvertently step on them.


    Navigating the rugged rocks, Dante intermittently activated his Concentration skill.


    Suddenly, an odd sensation filled the air. Dante could sense a presence watching him. He came to a halt, swiftly retrieving his sword from his inventory. With careful precision, he scrutinized his surroundings, paying special attention to the spaces behind the jutting rocks.


    Figures emerged from the shadows, standing at a height of two meters, their physique reminiscent of Ogres. Tusks jutted out from their mouths.


    Dante counted five of them approaching him.


    "Orcs!"


    Dante dered, gripping his sword tightly. The five figures surrounding him wielded an assortment of weapons - greatswords, clubs, and maces. Unlike ogres, who relied solely on brute force, Orcs possessed the ability tomunicate, giving them a tactical edge when fighting together.


    With a surge of determination, Dante activated his Concentration skill, fully prepared for the impending battle. This was his first time encountering live Orcs, and he was eager to face them head-on.


    However, only one Orc stepped forward, wielding a greatsword with both hands. Seeing this, Dante couldn''t help but grin.


    "Underestimating me?"


    When they were just a meter apart, Dante sprinted into action.


    Swoosh!


    In an instant, he found himself right in front of the Orc, catching it off guard.


    Thud.


    A head fell and rolled toward the direction where the remaining Orcs stood.


    "You''ve gained 750 Exp!" As Dante observed the substantial experience points awarded for ying an Orc, a surge of bloodlust coursed through him.


    This unexpected turn of events startled the remaining Orcs. Their gaze locked onto each other, their eyes filled with anger.


    Suddenly, four Orcs closed in on Dante, converging from all sides.


    After some time, Dante emerged, leaving five Orc corpses in his wake. Collecting almost four thousand Experience points left him thoroughly satisfied. It was safe to assume that with five Orcs present, there must be a nearby settlement.


    Monsters capable ofmunication often established such settlements. Squads aiming to conquer a dungeon typically steered clear of these areas, making a beeline for the boss room to conserve their stamina and strength.


    For those desiring monster cores without facing the boss, possessing a "Return Stone" was essential. However, this item came at a steep price. Only those who possess unwavering confidence in their ability to conquer a settlement would dare to engage, unless they were simply reckless.


    Except for Dante, who had a system to aid in his growth.


    Activating his skill, he followed their previous path. After a while, he located the settlement he sought.


    Dante positioned himself on a high vantage point within a valley, giving him aplete view of the entire settlement.


    "1, 2, 3... 10... 20." Dante meticulously counted to twenty, carefully observing the Orcs'' movements. From his assessment, he deduced that he could swiftly eliminate three Orcs and employ guerri tactics. While he possessed the skill to dispatch them with a single swing of his sword, the need to target vital spots and the encirclement by twenty Orcs limited his options.


    ''If only I had those shy skills,'' he thought ruefully.


    Dante moved with the fluidity of a shadow, closing in on the nearest Orcs.


    His Concentration skill activated. With his heightened stats, he could efficiently eliminate monsters, even within the brief 15-second window of Concentration. Even without it, he fought more effectively than before he got the system.


    The Orcs guarding the entrance only noticed Dante''s approach when he was mere meters away. However, this distance proved sufficient for Dante to dispatch the Orc swiftly.


    Another nearby Orc remained oblivious to the fate of hisrade. Dante stealthily approached him, and with a simple swing, the Orc''s neck was sliced open.


    "You''ve obtained 750 Exp!"


    "You''ve obtained 750 Exp!"


    Dante paid little heed to the notifications, instead fixing his gaze on the watchtower in the distance. An Orc wielding a bow stood sentinel there. Moving with the fluidity of a shadow, Dante leaped from one obstacle to the next. With another powerful jump, hended his feet against the watchtower''s wall, using the momentum to ascend. Just as gravity began to assert itself, Dante grasped the railing and propelled himself inside.


    The Orc''s widened eyes betrayed his surprise. Just as he reached for the bell at his side, a sword pierced through his chest.


    "You''ve obtained 750 Exp!"


    ***


    The quest had been issued due to the potential threat of death, but this risk was calcted based on Dante''s stats at the time of the quest. As he continued to level up and increase his strength, the probability of facing death would decrease ordingly.


    Dante savored a mouthful of the meat he held, a portion of "Sand Smander" flesh. These creatures possessed the ability to transform their bodies into sand, making them formidable adversaries with the potential to challenge even a two-star Holder.


    Following the elimination of the Orc settlement, Dante noticed that his constantly evolving body required increased sustenance as his metabolism elerated. While he had consumed the food stored in his inventory, it had proved insufficient to fill his stomach, prompting Dante to embark on a hunt for food.


    It was during this hunt that Dante encountered the Sand Smander. As it was his first encounter with this creature, Dante carefully studied its movements and eventually identified its weaknesses before defeating it.


    "I''ve reached Level 16. I think my ''Strength'' is enough for now. Perhaps it''s time to focus on ''Agility'' now..." Dante contemted.


    After employing a strategic approach to vanquish the first ten Orcs, he soon found himself facing another ten, only to be caught off guard once his Concentration skill went on cooldown. It''s the reason why he decided to focus on Agility.

 Chapter 18: The Attendant

    <h4>Chapter 18: The Attendant</h4>


    Drip!


    Drip!


    Water droplets fell steadily onto the cold floor, coalescing into a puddle. In its rippling surface, a face emerged ¨C blonde hair, blue eyes, marred by a swollen cheek, a missing tooth, and a battered nose, caked with dried blood.


    Ssh!


    The puddle met an untimely end under the weight of a heavy step.


    Lucius was shackled, his hands suspended from the ceiling, leaving him suspended above the ground. His body bore the cruel marks of burns, some so severe that they revealed glimpses of bone.


    Before the slumbering Lucius stood a man d in the attire of a "Holder''s House" attendant. His features were strikingly average, so unremarkable one might suspect they were crafted. Though this assumption would prove urate.


    Lifting his hands, he brought them close to Lucius'' chest.


    Bang!


    A small explosion erupted before him, intensifying the searing pain in Lucius'' chest.


    "ARGHHH!" Lucius jolted awake, his screams echoing through the underground chamber.


    Irritated, the man picked at his ear and delivered a forceful punch to Lucius'' face. But Lucius''s cries continued unabated.


    "P-ple-ase... St-stop," Lucius managed to say, though his words were scarcely intelligible. Upon closer inspection, tears streamed down his swollen face.


    "Where is it?" The man''s voice dripped with icy impatience.


    "I... d-don''t kn-ow," Lucius stammered, his speech strained. The man raised his hand again, this time directing it towards Lucius'' face.


    Bang!


    Lucius thrashed violently, unable to produce a scream as his entire face and throat seared in pain.


    As Lucius writhed before him, screaming silently, the man''s eyes betrayed his growing frustration.


    "If you won''t talk now, we''ll keep doing this every day," the man dered, reaching for a bottle filled with crimson liquid. He hurled it directly at Lucius without bothering to open it.


    Upon impact, the ss bottle shattered, drenching Lucius in the liquid. His burned body suddenly emanated a radiant glow, and when it faded, the wounds had vanished, reced by an intricate web of scars that now marred his entire form. His former handsomeness was obliterated, leaving behind only a grotesque tapestry of scars, particrly on his face.


    "Tsk! Useless!" Part of the reason he persisted in tormenting Lucius, even though he was beginning to doubt whether Lucius even had any knowledge of it, was for his own twisted amusement while he devised further ns.


    Abruptly, a voice invaded his thoughts, pulling him back to the surface of his consciousness.


    "Yes, Master. Don''t worry, I will find it as soon as possible." his voice reverberated within the dark, oppressive underground. Beads of sweat formed on his back at the mere sound of that voice.


    "Whoa!" He exhaled forcefully. Upon receiving the information from the voice, he promptly resolved to set his alternate n into motion.


    ***


    After spending a few more hours inside the dungeon, Dante emerged from the portal.


    Determined to eradicate every remaining monster, he scoured the area. While he didn''te across another orc settlement and only sporadically spotted ogres, the number he killed was sufficient to level up twice before facing the Boss.


    He allocated his stat points to Agility.


    The battle against the formidable rotten bear proved challenging yet within his capabilities. Its grotesque condition, infested with maggots, even elicited a frown from Dante. Given the dungeon''s proximity to a D ss, it was evident that the rotten bear surpassed the strength of the two-headed orcs.


    Luckily, Dante''s heightened Agility allowed him to strike the boss with increased speed and precision.


    Eventually, the boss sumbed to his onught, rewarding Dante with a substantial surge of experience points.


    The boss''s monster core held even greater value than the previous one he had defeated. While it didn''t yield the coveted Skill Enhancement Marble, which left Dante somewhat disappointed, the overall gains left him content.


    Observing Dante emerge, the man behind the counter and the lingering Holders, who had chosen to wait and witness his return, couldn''t help but admire him.


    "I should be able to speed this up," Dante resolved, determined to hasten his hunt. After patiently waiting for the reset to conclude, he stepped back into the portal.


    Much like his previous arrival on the arid in, thendscape greeted him, though this time bathed in the morning light, devoid of any initial monster encounters.


    Dante continued his relentless hunting and sessfully defeated the boss once more, yielding yet again only a single monster core as a reward.


    ***


    Suddenly, a powerful ripple emanated from the portal''s center. Dante emerged from it, sensing the vibrations beneath his feet, a clear sign that the dungeon was on the verge of copse.


    ''What? I still have one slot left!'' Dante thought, frustrated that he couldn''t utilize the final slot. Despite this, he found sce in the fact that he had gained a level and the remaining experience points were enough to satisfy half of his current leveling requirement.


    Making his way to the side where the man behind the counter stood, holding a recording device that measured the energy emanating from the portal, Dante observed as the energy steadily dwindled until the portal vanished.


    Beep!


    "Sigh, another dungeon copse. I hope my next relocation is still to an F ss," the man muttered to himself. Sensing Dante''s presence, he looked up, meeting Dante''s gaze.


    "Ah, sir! I was just about to discuss something with you, but feel free to ask if you need assistance first," the man said.


    Dante deduced that he was now prepared to conquer a D ss dungeon. While he could still conquer F ss dungeons, they were limited, including the avable slots. It was only sheer luck that allowed him to revisit a dungeon this evening. Moreover, as his level increased, so did the amount of experience required.


    "Can you tell me the requirements to conquer D ss dungeons and above?" Dante inquired, albeit confused of what the man wants to discuss with him .


    "A-aren''t you a 2-star? Or perhaps 3-star?" The man asked, puzzled.


    "I don''t have a medal yet." Dante replied.


    ''If he hasn''t earned a medal yet... a neer capable of soloing a dungeon nearly at D ss.'' This revtion left the man profoundly astonished. After all, he had assumed that this white-masked Eka was a 2 or 3-star holder, a belief shared even by his superior.


    After the initial astonishment, the man wasted no time in outlining the fundamental prerequisites. Dante could have easily looked this up on the Holders website, but he was feeling too indolent for that.


    "You must possess a Medal as evidence of your rank," the man stated, emphasizing the pivotal requirement. Observing Dante''s face concealed behind a mask, the man recalled the orders from his superiors when Dante had been clearing the dungeon.


    "Recruit him if he seeds in conquering this dungeon. If he''s already affiliated with a Guild or another organization, entice him to our side. If he really doesn''t want it, at least make a good impression."


    "You can apply for the Medal at any time, but you''ll need to present a document verifying your identity. However, sir, you could consider joining us at The Holder Association. We can safeguard your identity. While other organizations also extend this privilege to protect their Holders'' identities, we offer superior benefits that are bound to meet your satisfaction," the man exined, preparing for his next statement.


    "Do you want me to join with the Government?" Dante inquired, his brow furrowing, and a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. He was doing his utmost trying to evade them because if they discovered his identity, it could severely limit his future actions, especially when he nned to seek revenge. Dealing with the influential families behind them, in case of retaliation, would be challenging.


    "No, sir, you''ve misunderstood," the man rified, somewhat embarrassed. "Many people misunderstood our association due to its ties with the government. While most of our operations require government approval and cooperation, we are an entirely separate entity. I can''t divulge many details because my knowledge is limited."


    Dante fell into silence, carefully weighing the pros and cons of joining their association. He was well aware of the Holder''s Association''s role in managing Dungeon-rted issues, with the government ying a significant part as well, as evidenced by the two guards silently monitoring their conversation. Furthermore, the Holder Association kept a close watch on guilds throughout the country.


    These three powers held considerable sway in the current society.


    "Let me think about it."


    "Alright! Here''s my business card. Feel free to reach out if you require anything!" The man extended his card.


    Dante epted it and departed.


    The man, along with the few Holders who were still present, watched Dante go, their eyes filled with admiration. d in a white suit, he exuded an air of nobility, reminiscent of a knight.

 Chapter 19: George

    <h4>Chapter 19: George</h4>


    Dante made his way to his new apartment, where he would be residing. He decided to halt his dungeon conquests for the night, choosing instead to prepare for the Medal exam scheduled for the following day.


    To obtain a Medal, one must undergo both a written exam and a practical evaluation, where the Holder demonstrates their Skills.


    A Medal serves as a definitive marker of a Holder''s status, and most acquire theirs while still at the 1-star rank, finding it advantageous for their future dungeon conquests.


    The nature of the practical examinations varies each time, contingent upon the specific Skills of the Holders being evaluated.


    Upon entering his apartment, Dante was met with a pleasantly cleaned and freshly decorated space.


    He opted for a refreshing shower before donning his new attire, then proceeded to ce an order for a meal fit for ten.


    While waiting for the delivery, he ventured into the living room and settled onto the sofa.


    As he reclined, his thoughts turned to his future ns.


    "I stillck experience. I should have conquered the dungeon without standing out, it would take long but at least I''m slowly growing, but regret won''t change anything." Dante''s sudden surge in strength asionally clouded his mind.


    "Actually, forget it! I''ll forge my own path. You tried to trample on me? I''ll make sure you regret it a thousandfold!" He dered to the empty air, his resolve gleaming brightly in his eyes.


    After a while.


    Ding Dong!


    "Delivery!"


    Dante swiftly donned his mask before opening the door. The delivery man seemed taken aback. Why wear a mask indoors? Was he trying to hide something? The thought flickered through the man''s mind as he handed over the ten bags.


    After settling the payment, Dante retreated indoors and swiftly devoured the meal.


    Suddenly, a memory jolted him. He retrieved a business card and dialed the number listed.


    Ring! Ring!


    In just two rings, the call was picked up.


    "Hello? You''ve reached an agent from the Tribunal Guild. How may I assist you today?" Manny''s cheerful voice emanated from the phone.


    "Hello, it''s me, Eka," Dante stated, pausing briefly to swallow a mouthful of food. Upon hearing the guild''s name, he found himself unable to recall any guild by that name.


    On the other end, the sound of shattering ss reached his ears.


    "Si-Sir Eka?!" Manny''s breathing grew rapid, a multitude of thoughts racing through his mind, until one conclusion dominated.


    "A-are you nni¨C"


    "Answer my question first," Dante interjected.


    "O-of course!"


    "Can you ensure my identity remains concealed during my Medal exam?"


    "Wait? You don''t have it yet?!" Manny was surprised but didn''t dwell on it as his next answer will decide if he will be able to recruit this Holder.


    "Yes we can achieve that. You will be considered as our "property" so they will have to go through with us." Manny hurriedly said, fearing that Dante will be impatient.


    "Okay, what do we need to do?"


    Hearing this question, Manny is in euphoria. He never thought that when he was just feeling depressed a miracle happened.


    "We just have to sign a contract, but don''t worry sir, we can revise it to your liking." After that, they talk about the basics about the contract, most of which are favorable to Dante.


    "Send it to me now, this is my address." Dante forwarded his address.


    "Ah! I will immediately go there sir!" Manny hurriedly changed his clothes and even though it''s in the middle of the night, he didn''tin.


    Dante awoke early in the morning, donning his characteristic white mask and matching suit. He set out, driving to the examination site for the coveted ''Medal''. Upon entering the building, he was met with a throng of fellow applicants already in line.


    Silently, Dante took his ce in the queue. As his physique underwent changes, so did the pressure and aura he exuded, and his attire also y a great part. The Holders nearby instinctively turned their attention toward him. Some gazed at him with heightened sensitivity, even flinching. This particr area catered to applicants testing for 1-star or 2-star rankings, while those aiming for 3 stars and above were directed to a separate section.


    ''Do I look cool?'' Dante mused with a smug grin.


    Yet, some regarded him with indifference, and a few even sneered.


    "Wow, so scary!" A voice echoed from behind Dante,ced with unmistakable sarcasm.


    A burly man, muscles straining against his attire, strode purposefully in Dante''s direction. d in armor reminiscent of medieval times, he carried a massive shield slung behind him, nearly as tall as himself. Four others trailed behind him, their physiques echoing a simr robustness. Donned in matching medieval armor, they brandished formidable greatswords and shields.


    Upon hearing the voice, Dante''s eyes narrowed, and he fiercely reined in his rising bloodlust. He recognized that voice¡ªit belonged to one of the individuals on his list for revenge. Dante turned his gaze toward the ''man'' and nearly drew his sword upon seeing the face.


    "What are you staring at?!" George Heidil barked. When George had arrived at the location, he had relished the way the other Holders looked at him with a blend of fear and awe. However, his enjoyment had been disrupted by the arrival of another individual who seemed to garner the same response. Frustration surged within George, and upon sizing up the man''s attire, he couldn''t contain his anger, prompting him to confront Dante.


    "Why are you dressed like some noble?" George sneered. This was quintessential George¡ªstubborn and narrow-minded. Unfortunately, there were plenty of folks cut from the same cloth, some of whom could be found performing outrageous stunts on the inte.


    Though with George''s background, no one dared to pull out a phone and document the irrational spectacle unfolding before them. A few who were unfamiliar with George tried, but they were promptly halted by the surrounding Holders. Even though they recognized George''s irrationality, they were powerless to intervene, well aware of his reputation for tormenting the vulnerable.


    "Strong prey on the weak." This saying wasmon knowledge, and everyone understood that, in the current world, this phrase will stay forever.


    Since acquiring the system, Dante hadn''t encountered individuals of this sort. After he soloed the dungeon, he did notice some looking at him with a mixture of envy and resentment, but none dared to approach and challenge him because they regarded him as formidable.


    Furthermore individuals with audacity and a sense of superiority, like George, wouldn''t spare a nce at an F-ss dungeon. Why bother with a ce teeming with mere weaklings? The reason George, Lucius, Sarah, and Michael opted for an F-ss conquest was to formalize their squad status, a prerequisite being the conquest of at least one dungeon. They even chose to undertake it at night, hoping to reduce the "eyesores" in their view.


    Dante simply observed him, saying nothing.


    As George noticed his silence, he boldly stepped forward, causing onlookers to instinctively retreat.


    "What''s your name?" George demanded.


    "None of your concern," Dante replied icily.


    "What? Say that again!" George, irked by Dante''s response, couldn''t resist raising his hand, seemingly aiming for Dante''s neck.


    Clutch!


    George''s hand froze in mid-air as Dante''s grip tightened around it.


    "Let go¡ªargh!" George could feel the pressure on his hand intensifying, causing him to grunt, his anger surging. In response, he raised his other hand and swung a punch at Dante!


    Whoosh!


    A gust of wind swept around them, but that was all as Dante tilted his head to the side, elegantly evading the blow. They were barely three feet apart, yet Dante dodged the punch with effortless grace.


    Crack!


    George winced as the sound of bones breaking reached his ears, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.


    "Hey! Don''t just stand there and help me!" George''s voice rang out, directed at hispanions.


    The surrounding Holders had already distanced themselves.


    George''s other allies snapped out of their daze and drew their weapons, forming a circle around Dante.


    "Release Young Master George!"


    "F*ck you! Fight us instead!"


    "You coward!"


    The trio hurled insults at Dante, while the fourth member gripped his weapon, carefully studying Dante''s movements. Seeing their young master restrained by a single hand, they acknowledged the formidable strength behind the white mask. Yet, they remained convinced that their numbers were enough to handle him.


    They exchanged determined nces and nodded in unison. The four of them lunged toward Dante.


    "Stop!"


    Amanding shout reverberated throughout the vicinity, prompting some to cover their ears.

 Chapter 20: General Weig and Old man

    <h4>Chapter 20: General Weig and Old man</h4>


    Two figures stepped forward. One was a middle-aged man in a formal ck uniform,plete with a matching hat atop his head. The other, an elderly man, possessed a head full of white hair and a perpetually smiling countenance. He was dressed in in, unassuming attire.


    The middle-aged man represented the Government, while the older gentleman hailed from the Holder''s Association.


    This location, where the test for obtaining a Holder''s Medal was administered, was jointly managed by both the Government and the Holder''s Association. They hade here for a significant meeting, as this spot had been designated for their rendezvous. On their way back to their respective organizations, they chanced upon the unfolding scene.


    "I didn''t expect we would see some fun." the old man remarked cheerfully. The middle-aged man offered no response, his attention solely fixed on whaty before him.


    George''spanions abruptly halted, all of them turning to regard the neers. Recognizing the uniform worn by the middle-aged man, they slowly lowered their weapons.


    "Young man, release him," General Weig ordered Dante, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.


    George, witnessing the intervention and the cessation of the fight, couldn''t help but crack a sly grin.


    "Hehe! I''ll make sure to make you pay when we¡ª" George''s sentence was abruptly cut short as excruciating pain surged from his hand.


    "ARGH!" George''s agonized shout sent shivers through those who heard it, particrly those who recognized the uniform worn by the middle-aged man. All eyes turned to General Weig. The visible tension in his jaw and the slowly emerging blood vessels on his face made it clear that the white-masked man had provoked the General.


    "I warned you to st¡ª"


    Bang!


    With a powerful punch from Dante, George was sent hurtling backward. He somersaulted a couple of times beforeing to a stop. Hispanions rushed to his side, audibly exhaling in relief upon finding him conscious. However, his face bore a distinct imprint from the punch, along with bloodied lips.


    Dante had exercised restraint with that strike, sparing George from potentially severe internal injuries.


    ''It''s not the right moment,'' Dante concluded. He couldn''t afford to jeopardize his Medal application by ending another applicant''s chances, could he? Besides, carrying out such an act during broad daylight posed too great a risk.


    The elderly man gentlyid his hand on General Weig''s shoulder, offering a few reassuring taps, a clear signal for him to regainposure.


    Taking a deep breath, General Weig exhaled heavily.


    "Calm down, my friend, Haha!" the old man chuckled. He turned his gaze towards Dante and George, recognizing thetter as a scion of one of those influential families. Though their interactions had been limited, he was well-acquainted with their behaviour.


    "You,e here, and exin what happened," the old manmanded, singling out one of the applicants. The applicant turned in the direction of George, who was shooting them a hostile re that could almost be mistaken for a threat, causing the individual to hesitate.


    "Don''t be afraid," General Weig assured, giving the applicant a reassuring nod.


    After a moment of uncertainty, the applicant mustered the courage to recount what they had witnessed. They spoke, and upon hearing their ount, along with gathering input from other witnesses, they collectively concluded that George had been the instigator.


    "I''m innocent! Didn''t you all see this guy just punch me?!" George protested, his enraged gaze sweeping over the applicants who had corroborated the story, ultimately settling on Dante.


    Battling the pain radiating from his face, George''s anger got the better of him, propelling him toward Dante. However, hispanions swiftly intervened, restraining him.


    "Young Master, please, stop!" One of hispanions, the eldest and notably the only one who hadn''t hurled insults at Dante, implored George.


    George shot the man an angry re, but the gravity in the man''s expression began to subdue George''s ire.


    "We can''t just let this slide, Jacob," George bit out through clenched teeth.


    "I know," Jacob replied, casting a nce at General Weig and the old man. They had apanied George for a specific reason: he was set to undergo an exam to attain 2-star Holder status. Moreover, he had been assigned to keep a close watch on George, knowing all too well about his troublesome tendencies. Unfortunately, it seemed those concerns had been warranted, given the scene unfolding before them.


    "We should punish them," General Weig proposed, only to be intercepted by the old man.


    "Let''s leave it be," the old man suggested, his smile never wavering. His gaze remained fixed on Dante.


    ''What an intriguing young man¡ªhe held back in that punch.'' The old man could discern that Dante hadn''t unleashed his full strength.


    "He''s no pushover, yet he knows when to hold back," the old manmended Dante silently.


    "What''s your name?" the old man inquired.


    "Eka," Dante responded in a detached tone.


    "Eka, I see." With that, the old man promptly departed.


    ''Eka? An unusual name,'' General Weig mused as he trailed behind the old man. Although he was perplexed by the old man''s intervention, he didn''t see fit to challenge it.


    ***


    The other Holders exchanged uncertain nces, unsure whether to form a line or not. Sensing their hesitation, Dante took the initiative and headed towards the front.


    As soon as they grasped that their initial positions were up for grabs, they swiftly relocated.


    Though George and hispanions felt a pang of shame, they obediently shifted towards the center of the line. George''s gaze remained fixed on Dante, his fury palpable. Hispanions, sensing his rage, deterred anyone attempting to encroach upon their space.


    "I will never forget this humiliation!" George seethed, teeth clenched, as he consumed a health potion.


    ***


    Once they fulfilled the prerequisites, they were directed to another area designated for the written exam, which, in reality, proved quite manageable with adequate preparation. The exam primarilyprised dungeon-rted inquiries.


    The candidates were divided into groups and dispatched to separate rooms, allotted only a mere two hours to tackle all the questions.


    Dante swiftlypleted his portion, the questions posing no significant challenge, thanks to his diligent use of Concentration, which had enhanced his cognitive abilities. As his body undergoes transformation, his brain also experiences enhancement, rendering studying and learning significantly more effortless for Dante.


    Following the two-hour duration, the candidates regrouped, awaiting further instructions from an instructor.


    "Everyone, listen up! Some of you may already be aware, but I''ll still exin the details of your next exam. It will be a practical assessment consisting of three parts: Skill Potential Assessment, Skill Utilization Assessment, and Combat Assessment," the instructor announced. The Holders who have an inkling of their Skill Potential feel a mixture of nervousness and hope, wishing they can sessfully passed through the final two assessments.


    Dante shared their nervousness. Initially, he had a strong suspicion that his skill might be rated as an F, given its straightforward nature. Moreover, when the system materialized, Dante noticed that the mana within his body vanished, and every attempt to replenish it was consistently rejected.


    This exined why Dante abstained from purchasing Health potions; their production required a substantial amount of mana alongside other ingredients.


    Having to take breaks to replenish his health is a source of frustration for him.


    "System, is there a way to pass the first exam?" Dante inquired. Although the system typically remains reticent, it generally responds when Dante poses a question. Some inquiries, however, are met with a curt "ess denied."


    "I am able to replicate the energy patterns produced by Skills, akin to mana," the system replied.


    "You can? That''s useful. Why didn''t you mention this function before?" Dante asked, a sense of relief washing over him as curiosity took hold.


    "The host hasn''t been exploring me much." the system exined.


    "Why do you phrase it like that? It sounds..." Dante paused, a shiver running down his spine at the thought.

 Chapter 21: Rated C

    <h4>Chapter 21: Rated C</h4>


    Before long, five devices were arranged in front of the instructor. These devices took the form of cubes, projecting an array of ever-changing patterns.


    "The initial assessment will ur here. Everyone, line up behind the devices."


    The applicants obediently formed a queue behind the devices, splitting into five groups.


    Staff members positioned themselves behind each device, closely overseeing the proceedings.


    "ce your hand on the cube and release your mana," the instructor called out.


    The individuals at the forefront followed the instructor''s directive, causing the pattern within the cube to shift once more, revealing a letter this time.


    "Rated D!"


    "Rated D!"


    "Rated F!"


    "Rated C!"


    "Rated F!"


    The staff stationed behind each device announced the ratings. The notion that everyone could hear their assessment made those with low skill potential feel a bead of sweat forming on their foreheads, anticipating potential embarrassment. Fortunately, only their skill potential was discernible, not the specific skill itself.


    Subsequently, one by one, the applicants took their turns.


    "Rated B!"


    All eyes turned towards a woman standing in a particr group, and before her, the device disyed the letter "B."


    "Rated A!"


    However, another exmation drew their attention. On the opposite side, a young man stood behind the device. He appeared to be around 16 or 17, and while he still carried an air of youthful immaturity, his skill potential exuded an aura of authority that deterred any potential mocking. Even George, who disliked being outshone, refrained from disying his discontent openly.


    The young man nced around, noticing the focused attention on him. He bashfully lowered his head and retreated to a more secluded spot.


    Dante''s gaze also shifted towards him.


    ***


    It was soon George''s turn.


    Observing George, Dante surmised that he was likely aiming for a two-star Medal. The Medals awarded in this ce rarely exceeded two stars. The tests for obtaining three stars or higher were more formal and stringent, unlike the one or two-star assessments, which candidates could retake regrly.


    "He''s aiming for a two-star Medal," Dante mused as he watched George step forward. In truth, George was already a one-star Holder and didn''t need to partake in the initial assessment.


    Over time, the skills of Holders continued to evolve, creating a love-hate rtionship with dungeons. Time passed differently within dungeons, providing an advantage to Holders as more time means their Skill will be more powerful, but it still depends on the Skill potential. Those with a one-star Medal could retake the assessment if they believed their skill had improved.


    "Rated B!" Dante was already aware of his Skill potential, so the announcement didn''t surprise him, nor did it surprise those around him.


    "Wow! Young Master truly is impressive!"


    "With a B-rated potential, your future looks promising!"


    "So impressive!"


    Only three exmations echoed, all from George''spanions. Seeing theck of response from the other Holders, George felt a twinge of frustration. However, when he heard hispanions'' encouraging words, he puffed out his chest with even more pride.


    One by one, the Holders took their turns. Dante''s moment was steadily approaching, and as he waited, he inquired of the system.


    "How are you going to do it"


    "Host, you only need to ce your hand on the device," the system''s emotionless voice reverberated in his mind.


    "So simple?" Dante murmured to himself. His turn came soon after. Due to the earliermotion, all eyes turned to Dante. They were eager to witness his Skill potential, given how he had subdued George.


    Dante pressed his hand against the cube. He could feel its cold surface, and he heard the system''s voice.


    "Because Skills originating from the systemck an inherent rating, the Host will be the one to designate the emted rating," the system exined.


    "Set the cube to disy a rating of C," Dante replied after careful consideration. He wished to avoid drawing any further attention to himself, having already stood out prominently since acquiring the system. However, he knew this was a mere wishful thought.


    Soon, Dante could sense a warm current coursing through his body. This unfamiliar energy flowed into his hand and made contact with the cube. It was a different sensationpared to the coolness of mana; warm, yet soothing.


    The pattern on the cube continued to shift until it disyed a C.


    "Rated C!"


    Suddenly, murmurs spread throughout the vicinity. Some seemed disappointed that Dante''s Skill Potential was only a C, but they still admired him for besting George. It was a proven fact that Skill potential alone couldn''t determine the true strength of a Holder. Some Holders with modest Skill potential were renowned for their ingenious use of their Skills.


    Michael possessed a Skill potential rated as C, enabling him to augment his speed, granting him swiftness. If he diligently honed his physical prowess and used this Skill with precision, he had the potential to surpass a Holder with a higher-rated potential. Naturally, it also depended on the nature of the opposing Holder''s Skill. Even if one boasted a potential rating of B or higher, if their Skill solely permitted teleportation without bolstering their physical attributes, a Holder with a D-rated Skill that heightened their physical prowess could still pose a lethal threat.


    Most of the participantsprehended this, but upon hearing the announcement, George couldn''t help but burst intoughter.


    "HAHAHAHA! I was just caught off guard, that''s why he managed tond a punch!" George eximed, his voice echoing through the area. The other Holders regarded him with a mix of disdain, though quickly concealing their expressions, fearing potential repercussions.


    Having seized an opportunity to salvage his wounded pride, George wore a self-assured grin as if he were recounting an absolute truth. His threepanions chimed in with enthusiastic agreement, while Jacob could only manage a wry smile.


    "Yes, the young master didn''t even use his Skill back then!" one of George''spanions affirmed. While urate, they were also aware that Dante hadn''t utilized his Skill.


    ''Fools,'' Jacob thought, not entirely surprised that someone with only a C-rated potential could outmatch George.


    George and his trio ofpanions were inseparable, going so far as to undergo rigorous training to emte George''s physique.


    Dante, annoyed by theirughter, regarded them with a steely gaze. George and hispanions fell silent, a chill running down their spines. However, George''s re persisted.


    "Does he possess any semnce ofmon sense? I just defeated him, and he still dares to taunt me?" Dante concluded that George was beyond reasoning. This only further fueled his determination to seek revenge against them.


    After a while.


    The Skill Potential Assessment concluded, leaving the audience in awe with two additional A-ratings. Those rated as F still had a chance in the uing assessment, provided they could demonstrate the usefulness of their skill.


    They were led to an expansive open field, featuring five tforms, each asrge as a basketball court. Dante marveled at the substantial investment made by both the Association and the Government in this facility.


    Instructors were stationed at each tform, responsible for evaluating the Holders.


    "Ahem!" The instructor overseeing Dante''s tform cleared his throat loudly tomand their attention.


    "I will exin about the Skill Utilization Assessment. This assessment is simple, you only have to show your Skills. It includes those who already have a one star medal." The instructor addressed the Holders before him. Despite its apparent simplicity, many applicants often stumbled at this stage of the exam.

 Chapter 22: The ability of Rated A Skill Potential

    <h4>Chapter 22: The ability of Rated A Skill Potential</h4>


    "I will call out your name, and you will step into the center. Keep in mind, this assessment differs frombat evaluation." the instructor stated, retrieving a tablet.


    "Max!"


    "Here!" A man with a noticeable belly stepped forward.


    "Demonstrate your ability, don''t concern yourself with potential damage. This tform is equipped with a defense mechanism capable of withstanding an explosion." the instructor dered, his chest swelling with pride.


    A puppet materialized before the candidate.


    "Alright!"


    Max took a step back, his body lowering into a stance reminiscent of a sprinter preparing tounch.


    Suddenly, he sprinted forward for three steps, then in the next instant, he executed a dive. Just as he was about to make contact with the floor, he tucked his head closer to his chest and with a swift spin, Max transformed into apact ball, rolling forward.


    His velocity surged as he homed in on the puppet.


    Bang!


    The puppet exploded, eliciting exmations of awe at Max''s skill. However, the next moment,ughter filled the room as Max returned to the center, bloodied and with fragments of the puppet embedded in his skin.


    "H-how did I do?" Max inquired, his voice trembling with pain radiating from all parts of his body.


    The instructor was momentarily speechless. He had anticipated scenes like this; some Holders possessed peculiar and even absurd abilities. Despite Max''s injuries, the instructor chose to pass him, recognizing the formidable destructive potential of his skill.


    "You, pas-"


    A heavy thud interrupted the instructor''s sentence.


    Max had fainted.


    "Or maybe not. Alright, next applicant!" Medical personnel swiftly arrived on the tform and transported Max to the infirmary.


    A slender man stepped forward and positioned himself in front of the newly materialized puppet. The instructor gave him a nod, and the slender man took a step back.


    The slender man extended his hand towards the puppet, his expression growing serious, and an unusual aura enveloped him. Suddenly, a mist emanated from his body, a clear sign that Lance was harnessing his mana. All eyes were fixed on him, awaiting his next move.


    The instructor focused on his tablet, disying vital information about the puppet''s status. It was equipped to track any damage, enhancements, or weaknesses inflicted. However, moments passed without any alterations in the data. Frustration flickered in the instructor''s eyes as he looked up.


    "What Skill do you possess?"


    "S..Lo..w.. I... Ca....n Slo....w Do.....wn My.... Se...lf..." The slender man replied, his body and voice moving at such a sluggish pace that it seemed like a slow-motion effect fromggy inte.


    Observing this, the instructor couldn''t help but rub his temples.


    ''Why did I agree to this?! It''s only the second contestant!'' hemented, regretting his choice to judge the second evaluation.


    ***


    "Next! Describe your Skill first," the instructor stated, hoping to avoid spending time on seemingly absurd or oundish abilities.


    "Here! I have the ability to vanish!" the applicant announced confidently, demonstrating his Skill. Suddenly, his form began to slowly fade, until in the blink of an eye, hepletely disappeared.


    The instructor''s eyes widened in fascination.


    ''I can''t even sense his presence anymore; there''s no sound or even a trace of scent.'' The instructor approached the spot where the applicant had vanished.


    ''This Skill could be incredibly valuable for gathering information and spying.''


    "You''ve passed!" the instructor dered, relieved that atst a Holder with a genuinely useful Skill had emerged.


    Seconds ticked by, but the applicant didn''t reappear.


    "You cane out now." the instructor called out, scanning the area with a perplexed expression.


    "Hey! I said you can deactivate your Skill!" The instructor''s voice grew louder.


    Minutes crawled by, yet the applicant remained elusive. A stunned silence fell over the room.


    "He really vanished." one of the Holders remarked.


    The instructor''s face flushed with frustration.


    ***


    "I can emitsers from my eyes." the applicant dered, demonstrating their Skill.


    "You passed."


    ***


    "I can die."


    "Is that even a f*cking Skill?! Failed!"


    ***


    "My Skill is called Mana Breath." the applicant stated, requesting the instructor to deplete the mana inside the puppet. With a deep inhtion, the applicant exhaled forcefully towards the puppet.


    Witnessing the mana within the puppet replenishing, the instructor approved the applicant''s demonstration.


    ***


    One after another, Holders stepped up to showcase their Skills. Some were unconventional, others provided support, and a few demonstratedbat-ready abilities.


    "Next! Noah!"


    "Cing!" A young man stepped forward, instantly grabbing everyone''s attention. He was known for possessing an A-rated Skill. With brown hair and eyes, he sported a school uniform. If Manny were present, he would have instantly recognized the attire.


    "Being a student in one of the prestigious Holder Schools in the country signifies remarkable talent." remarked one of the Holders who recognized the uniform, his voice tinged with awe.


    "M-My Skill is called Neb." Noah said, his voice carrying a hint of shyness as he stood at the center.


    The instructor nodded, signaling for him to demonstrate.


    "Here I go." Noah raised his hand and directed it towards the puppet. A mixture of deep blue and dark hues enveloped him.


    Suddenly, without a sound, a peculiar cloud materialized, encircling the puppet. It disyed a myriad of colors, captivating their attention. Amidst this disy, a light emerged at the cloud''s core, followed by another and another, until every section of the cloud was illuminated.


    The instructor''s hair prickled as he sensed the intense energy emanating from the strange clouds. His eyes narrowed and his heart raced.


    "Everyone, step back!" The instructor''s sudden shout reverberated throughout the area, reaching even the distant tforms.


    Dante had already leaped from the tform the moment he glimpsed those lights. He activated his Skill, Concentration, its effects bolstered by the 50% boost from the Support Mask. Dante calcted that the ensuing destruction would likely impact the entire tform.


    Those with swift reflexes wasted no time and jumped clear of the tform. The instructor swiftly repositioned himself, his back now to the Holders. He ced his hands on the ground, a shimmering haze enveloping him.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    Three towering walls shot up before him.


    In the center of the tform, Noah''s hand trembled, droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. This Assessment was crucial, and Noah opted to exert his utmost effort, fearful of falling short.


    ''Argh! I can''t maintain this any longer!'' Noah''s mind raced, and he let out a resounding shout.


    The clouds and lights coalesced into a singr entity.


    Boom!!


    An explosion rocked the puppet at the center.


    The entire tform trembled, the reverberations felt even by those at a distance and translucent dome materialized, containing the explosion within.


    Vivid lights danced wildly inside the transparent dome.


    The instructor, still maintainingmand over the three walls, sensed them weakening gradually.


    Observing this awe-inspiring disy, Dante couldn''t help but marvel at the immense potential of a Rated A skill.


    Even on the neighboring tforms, onlookers were captivated by the explosion.


    ***


    Whoosh!


    A strong gust of wind cleared the dust within the dome, unveiling the aftermath. The ground was now upturned, and a man stood at its center.


    Noah remained, enveloped in swirling clouds that shielded him. He breathed heavily, his body drenched in sweat.


    The transparent dome disengaged, and the instructor cautiously approached. His form was covered in dust and debris.


    "D-did I pass?" Noah asked, hope coursing through his voice.


    The instructor was momentarily at a loss for words.


    ''You could have killed me! Of course you pass!'' The instructor railed in his mind. He''d prefer dealing with absurd Skills over ones that could potentially kill him.


    "Yes."


    "Seriously?! Yay!" Noah eximed with joy, making his way back, stumbling slightly due to his nearly depleted mana.


    Dante watched him for a moment, but chose to stay silent. He anticipated seeing simr scenes in the days toe.


    They had to halt the second assessment in order to address the aftermath of Noah''s powerful disy. The repairs were swift, considering this wasn''t the first time a Holder with such destructive potential had emerged, just looking at the transparent dome''s defense mechanism as it merely rippled for a moment before returning to its original state.


    After a brief pause, the assessment resumed. Holders with altered physical features due to their Skills emerged, some with reptilian legs, cat-like ears, wings, and even one Holder who waspletely transparent.


    "Eka!" Before long, it was Dante''s turn.


    Dante moved forward. He possessed the ability to demonstrate two Skills, Concentration and Invigorate. However, he understood that showcasing both wouldn''t necessarily secure him a two-star medal. Therefore, Dante opted to disy this particr "Skill."

 Chapter 23: Dante鈥檚 turn

    <h4>Chapter 23: Dante''s turn</h4>


    Dante took his position at the center of the tform, facing a newly ced puppet. This assessment essentially served as a showcase of Skills, where provingbat or support utility was key to passing.


    "Do you need any adjustments to the puppet?" inquired the instructor.


    "Could you add more puppets?" Dante replied.


    "How many?"


    "Five, and bolster their defenses to that of an ogre," Dante requested.


    This piqued the instructor''s interest. Thus far, applicants had only demonstrated their Skills with a single puppet. Using more than that was a departure from the norm, as one puppet was generally sufficient to showcase the effectiveness of their Skill.


    "Alright," the instructor signaled for a staff member to bring additional puppets. Using his tablet, he elevated their defense to match that of an ogre. A transparent shield enveloped each puppet.


    The Holders observed with keen interest. They were intrigued by Dante''s Skill. Even though its potential was only rated as C, this didn''t diminish their admiration for him.


    The puppets were strategically ced around the tform.


    Before proceeding, Dante took a moment to review his status screen, recalling that he still had one stat point remaining.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 130/130


    Energy: 130/130


    Level: 19 (14092/*****)


    Stat Points: 1


    Skills:


    Concentration(+50%)


    Invigorate(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 9


    Defence: 2


    Vitality: 3


    Endurance: 3


    Agility: 6


    Intelligence: 1


    Dante allocated his remaining stat point to Agility, increasing it to 7. He also noted that he had just five days left toplete the main quest.


    ''I''ll ponder thatter,'' Dante thought to himself. He nodded at the instructor, who promptly signaled for him to begin.


    In an instant, Dante vanished from his previous position and reappeared in front of the closest puppet. As he closed the one-meter gap, he raised his right hand, conjuring a radiant white light.


    Almost magically, a sword appeared in his grasp. With a swift motion, he swung it at the transparent shield enveloping the puppet. The sound of breaking ss echoed as the light shattered, and the sword seamlessly continued its trajectory, decapitating the puppet.


    Thud!


    Dante swiftly moved to the next puppet, the sword vanishing from his hand only to be reced by a mace.


    Bang!


    The mace pulverized the puppet and the ground beneath it, sending a cloud of dust into the air. As the dust settled, Dante emerged, charging towards the third puppet.


    This time, a spear was in his grip, which he expertly thrust forward, obliterating the puppet.


    For the fourth puppet, Dante opted for a club.


    And for the final puppet, he wielded a dagger.


    In no time, all the puppets in the vicinityy in ruins.


    This was the "Skill" Dante chose to showcase: his inventory. The weapons he wielded were trophies from the orcs he had defeated in his previous dungeon. Dante could essentially store anything in his inventory, as long as it wasn''t a living being or an objectrger than three meters.


    At this moment, it was the best demonstration Dante could muster. Although the system didn''t categorize it as a conventional Skill, Dante recognized its potential.


    The instructor''s eyes gleamed with interest. Dante''sbination of speed and strength was formidable; he dispatched five puppets, each with the defense of an ogre, in less than ten seconds. This feat alone merited him a two-star medal. While the instructor couldn''t discern whether Dante''s capabilities stemmed from his Skill or his training, the overall result was clear: Dante was highly capable.


    ''First Noah, and now Eka. There are even two more A-rated Holders on the other tform,'' the instructor mused as he announced Dante''s sess in the Assessment.


    "Did you catch his name? Eka?" a Holder inquired of hispanion.


    "The White Masked Eka?" His friend recalled the rumors he had heard just the day before.


    Once more, a Holder renowned for soloing dungeons emerged. He wore a White Mask, its eyes marked with a dark smudge. This was the very rumor that had circted.


    "But considering his Skill, he likely went straight for the Boss, right?"


    "Most likely..."


    While it might seem straightforward to solo a dungeon by heading directly for the Boss, in reality, it was anything but. Perils lurked in every corner, like Dante''s initial encounter with the orcs who attempted to ambush him. There were also deceptive, seemingly harmless nts that could be deadly. And, of course, defeating an F-ss dungeon boss was no small feat, especially for a Holder with just one or two stars.


    Noah watched Dante return to his designated spot, admiration gleaming in his eyes.


    Despite being capable of dispatching five puppets with ogre-level defense, Noah understood that soloing even an F-rank dungeon would pose a significant challenge for him. His Skill consumed a considerable amount of mana and remained unstable due to his inability to fully control it. This heightened the likelihood of death.


    Furthermore, hecked the experience necessary to conquer dungeons.


    ***


    As the clock''s hands crept closer to noon, the scorching sun beat down upon the tforms. The number of applicants dwindled slowly, with many failing the Assessment. Though Holders constituted a minority in the current society, close to a hundred had still gathered for the Medal Exam.


    "For those with Skills intended for support, another instructor will guide you. Those with Skills suited forbat, remain here," the instructor instructed. The final assessment would also take ce on their respective tforms.


    "You''ll have a 30-minute break before wemence thest assessment."


    Dante retreated to a corner, he decided to contemte how he would go about finding Lucius.


    ''I''m not even sure where to begin.'' This was Dante''s first time conducting an investigation of this kind. In a dungeon, Dante could track and hunt a monster as long as there was some trace, thanks to his Skill.


    In an instant, realization dawned in Dante''s eyes.


    ''Lucius is no different from a monster,'' a memory from the past resurfaced in his mind.


    ***


    George fixed his gaze on the instructor before him.


    "Instructor Lou, you know what you need to do, don''t you?"


    "B-but Sir George, it goes against the rules," Instructor Lou protested. He was the instructor assigned to oversee the final assessment.


    "Don''t concern yourself with that. Remember, we have influence over you, don''t we? Think about what might happen to your wife and unborn child," George intimated menacingly. His attention was particrly focused on Dante, and observing Dante''s seemingly straightforward ''Skill,'' George believed that getting to him would be a simple task.


    Upon hearing this, the hesitation in Instructor Lou''s eyes vanished.


    "Just don''t acknowledge our presence when the final assessmentmences," George instructed, turning and exiting the private room.


    ***


    The instructor responsible for the second assessment had departed, engrossed in their own Holder duties and dungeon conquests. Holding a medal came with various perks¡ªfree meals at select establishments,plimentary amodations in certain hotels, and discounts at major stores. These benefits were considered standard for medal-holding Holders. Furthermore, possessing a medal granted ess to higher-ss dungeons corresponding to one''s star rating, which offered significantly greater rewardspared to F-ss dungeons. This was why so many Holders aspired to earn a medal.


    Starting with a group of at most a hundred Holders, only two dozen remained. This count excluded those who had passed as support-type Holders.


    Dante and the others upied the central tform. Instructor Lou stepped forward and scrutinized the remaining applicants, his gaze lingering on Dante for a moment. Doubt flickered within Dante.


    "I will outline the rules for the final assessment. This will be a battle royale. Falling off the tform eliminates you, as does being rendered unconscious. Killing fellow applicants is strictly forbidden, and if you wish to surrender, simply shout for it," Instructor Lou exined. The assessment for achieving a one or two-star rating was actually fairly straightforward, but the simplicity was madeplicated by the unique Skills of the applicants. Some Skills were difficult to control, and others had the potential to harm their own Holder. Careful maneuvering was crucial in this round.


    "Those initial twelve eliminated will receive a one-star medal, while the remainder will be awarded two stars. And should you secure the top spot, a Skill Enhancement Stone will be yours," Instructor Lou reiterated, though most were already aware of the rewards. They could afford to offer Skill Enhancement Stones, as not every day brought a new batch of applicants. In fact, it was a rarity to have at most a hundred participants in the exam. While some had attempted the exam prior to this day, they were only provided the official exam date.


    "Prepare yourselves!" Instructor Lou''s voice rang out.


    In an instant, Dante''s heightened senses alerted him that something was amiss. With each level-up, his other senses had also been amplified.


    He triggered his Skill, Concentration. In his perception, the world decelerated: the instructor''s opened mouth, Noah''s grave countenance, the deliberate postures of the other two Holders with potential for Rated A Skills, every motion of the Holders within his vicinity imprinted itself upon his mind.


    His augmented senses guided his focus toward George and his four associates. George wore a malevolent grin, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Dante, his thirst for blood unmistakable. Another of George''spanions also bore a bloodthirsty look, though Jacob''s desire for violence was somewhat less palpable. They slowly raised their weapons, aligning them in Dante''s direction.


    Behind his mask, Dante''s eyes suddenly turned cold.


    "Is this my first taste of a direct conspiracy? Interesting!" He mused, then a smile tugged at his lips.


    "Side Quest: Defeat the six conspirators!"


    "Rewards: 1 Stat point, 20,000 Exp"


    "Punishment: None"


    A translucent interface materialized before Dante''s eyes, taking him by surprise.


    "I thought you only issued quests with the potential to kill me?" Dante inquired of the system.


    "That rule only applies to Main quests," the system''s emotionless voice reverberated in the slowed-down world.


    "I see. Six conspirators, including the instructor, right? Fate seems to be urging me to exact revenge as soon as possible. I won''t disappoint you!"


    "Begin!" the instructor bellowed!

 Chapter 24: Sarah Kalsel (R-18 Mild)

    <h4>Chapter 24: Sarah Kalsel (R-18 Mild)</h4>


    Harmony Lane, situated to the south of Hyra City, pulsates with vibrant energy, creating a sensory symphony of colors, sounds, and fragrances. The buildings that line the street boast lively awnings, each shop a unique universe unto itself. People from all walks of life traverse the bustling thoroughfare, their faces aglow with both curiosity and determination.


    A fragrant zephyr carries the tantalizing scent of exotic spices wafting from a lively market. Vendors enthusiastically hawk their goods, tempting passersby with both samples and animated gestures.


    Amidst this tranquil tableau, a man moves with a silent, almost ethereal grace. An aura of subtle intensity surrounds him, prompting those around to instinctively give him a wide space. He donned a in, charcoal grey suit, his countenance so unassuming that one might suspect it to be fabricated.


    His gaze fixed on the tallest edifice gracing the street, known as The Golden Haven Inn¡ªa prestigious establishment frequented by the affluent and influential.


    This was the same individual who had abducted and subjected Lucius to torment.


    He strode purposefully towards the hotel, contemting his next objective. His eyes grew icy, and a malevolent grin crept across his lips.


    "Sarah Kalsel. First, I''ll derive some pleasure from you," he muttered to himself, the vivid scene of his impending encounter ying out in his mind.


    ***


    The Golden Haven Inn boasts an impressive capacity of 500 rooms, featuring a casino, a sprawling swimming area, avish dining section, bowling alleys, and a host of other recreational facilities. The patrons who grace its halls are bedecked in opulent attire, carrying themselves with an air of unapologetic confidence.


    Making her way towards the elevator is a woman whose ensemble blends sophistication with a hint of allure, entuating her graceful curves. Amber hairs cascade over her shoulders, and her fragrance leaves a trail that captivates onlookers. Her legs, long and graceful, are the sort one might yearn to embrace.


    In her wake, a maid trails closely, bearing an assortment of cosmetic bags.


    With a resounding thud, the elevator doors seal shut. Sarah''s visage reflects back at her, etched with a mixture of frustration and anger. The maid, keenly aware of the consequences, keeps her head respectfully lowered, avoiding any action that might provoke Sarah''s ire.


    "Where are you, Lucius?! Damn you! If I catch you with another woman..." Sarah seethed through clenched teeth.


    The news of Lucius'' abduction hadn''t circted widely, thanks to the vignt efforts of the Vesper Guild. They harbored suspicions that this kidnapping was tied to their enemies. Given the Guild''s longstanding prominence since its inception, it was hardly unexpected that they had umted rivals. In the cutthroat world of guilds and organizations, leveraging alliances or undermining one another was standard practice for ascending to the pinnacle of power.


    This is the harsh reality of the world.


    But this time, they''re facing an unknown force.


    Ding!


    The elevator doors slid open, revealing a spacious corridor lined with ornate doors.


    With each click of her heels, the sound resonated through the corridor. Her maid swiftly approached, opening the door to Sarah''s side. She stepped inside, and the maid closed the door behind her.


    True to the reputation of a high-ss hotel, the room exuded opulence. Every piece of furniture, every ornament, and every appliance spoke to the extravagance of staying here.


    Heading directly for the plush sofa, she settled in and propped her feet up on the table before her.


    "Hand me a ss of wine and put my new makeup in the drawer," shemanded, letting her shoulders sink in rxation. She''d been in the shopping district since morning, experimenting with thetest fashion and makeup trends that had been making waves.


    Whoosh!


    Just as she tried to unwind, a gust of wind tousled her hair. Sensing the breeze, she nced towards the balcony and its wide-open window.


    "Here''s your wine, Madam," the maid murmured, head respectfully lowered. Suddenly, a pair of shoes entered her line of sight. She trembled as she raised her gaze to find Sarah now standing before her.


    "Didn''t I instruct you to close the windows when we''re out?!" Sarah''s voice thundered. With her mood darkening, even the slightest disturbance could set her off. That''s why the maid took great care to ensure every action was precise and to her satisfaction.


    "I... I closed it, Madam. I don''t know why it''s open," the maid hastily exined.


    "Hmph! Excuses!" With a swift motion, she struck the maid across the face.


    The resounding p echoed through the room.


    The force sent the maid tumbling to the ground, the ss in her hand shattering and its contents spilling. Sarah, being a Holder, possessed physical strength far beyond that of an average person.


    Cough!


    The maid coughed, blood staining her lips and sttering onto the floor and her attire.


    "Idiot," Sarah muttered. She returned to the sofa but abruptly halted at the sound of apuse from the side.


    p! p! p!


    "Is this how you discipline your servant? Quite average. Nevertheless, I''ll give you full marks, for your beauty at least." A man emerged from the shadows. He wore a sardonic grin on his ''ordinary'' face, his eyes keenly assessing Sarah.


    "Who are you?" Sarah inquired, taking a step back. Not far from her, a bow leaned against the wall.


    ''Judging by his attire, a Holder''s House attendant? Why?'' Sarah pondered, mustering her resolve in the presence of this unfamiliar man.


    He advanced towards her, a disconcerting smile gracing his features. "Why don''t we engage in a little game?" he suggested.


    Suddenly, a shiver ran down Sarah''s spine as she recalled a recent, harrowing memory: her encounter with the Ghast Wolf. The man before her evoked eerie parallels to that encounter, or perhaps it was the sense of impending doom he exuded. It was one of the primary reasons why she perpetually found herself in a foul mood.


    Thud.


    Her hand met the wall behind her, but her eyes darted to the side, the bow within arm''s reach.


    The maid, despite recently being pped by Sarah, recognized the imminent danger. The notion of betraying Sarah flickered in her mind, but she knew the repercussions would be unfathomable. With deliberate caution, she made her way to a nearby table where a flower vase sat. Lifting it up, she crept up behind the man.


    The ''attendant'' extended his hand, gently lifting Sarah''s chin.


    "Your scent, it''s intriguing," he remarked, their faces mere inches apart. Sarah audibly swallowed.


    In an instant, Sarah''s expression shifted to a confident smile as she spotted the maid positioned behind him, clutching a flower vase.


    "You are dead for touching me!" Sarah dered with unwavering assurance.


    With determined force, the maid swung the flower vase!


    Clutch!


    The ''attendant'' clenched the hand gripping the vase, and with a sickening snap of the maid''s hand, the flower base plummeted. The maid''s anguished cry reverberated within the room, but its soundproofed walls kept the horror contained.


    He stared at the maid before him, frustration boiling within. Raising his hand, he thrust it forward. As his fingers neared the maid''s chest, tiny explosions sparked at each fingertip. His hand easily passed through her torso, exiting through her back. In his grasp, a heart pulsated, leaving searing burn marks on the maid''s front and back.


    With a swift motion, the maid fell, her eyes wide in astonishment.


    "Annoying!" The ''attendant'' grumbled as he clenched his fist, causing the heart to shatter, scattering bloody fragments onto Sarah.


    Sarah felt chilly all over her body as she watched the maid get mercilessly murdered in front of her. Her body shook with anxiety, and she stutteringly continued, hoping to find a way out of this dilemma.


    As his bloodstained hand approached her chest, the ''attendant'' turned to her, lust in his eyes. With a tear, her clothing were ripped apart. He can''t help but lick his lips when he sees the two flesh in front of him.


    ''these is why I enjoy missions like these.''


    The ''attendant'' can''t stop himself from turning her around and shredding the bottom portion of her clothes.


    Sarah couldn''t stop her tears from falling when she heard clothes dropping on the floor. She knew she would die if she protested, judging by the man''s psychotic expression and the cruelty he disyed in killing the maid. But her eyes became chilly as she considered how she might be able to get out of this situation with this.


    ''You will regret doing this to me!'''' She thought as she turned her head with an enticing expression in her eyes, despite her thoughts.


    But Sarah had no idea that this was just the beginning of her horror.


    The sound of flesh smacking flesh soon rang across the room. Sarah''s moan became more audible as time went.

 Chapter 25: Combat Assessment

    <h4>Chapter 25: Combat Assessment</h4>


    "Begin!" Instructor Lou shouted.


    A Holder, tails swaying behind him, surged forward, adopting a quadrupedal stance as he targeted the nearest Holder.


    Bang!


    The tailed Holdernded a swift kick, but his target swiftly retaliated, the Holder''s elongated arm coiling around him tightly.


    Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the tform, Noah extended his hand, taking aim at Seva, a Holder endowed with illusionary movement and superhuman strength.


    "Steady now! Steady! Don''t overdo it, or this tform is going to blow," Noah muttered to himself, his eyes locked on the Holder.


    Meanwhile, another A-rated Skill user named Li activated her Skill. A transparent ogre materialized before her, and with a simplemand, it charged forward, delivering a powerful swing that sent a Holder tumbling off the tform.


    "Yey! That''s one!" she celebrated.


    Dante couldn''t help but marvel at the various Skills materializing before him. He decided to join the fun and although his Concentration Skill was on cooldown, he still charged at the nearest Holder.


    Since George and hispanions were on the opposite side, Dante held back, opting to wait for them to approach. They needed to navigate this assessment cautiously to avoid getting targeted by the other Holders.


    Suddenly, Dante''s mind weighed down, and his body responded with a slight sluggishness.


    "A mental attack" Dante quickly deduced. Despite the reduced speed, he pressed on, determined to face the Holder before him!


    Having witnessed the skills of the other applicants during the second assessment, they were not entirely caught off guard by the abilities of their fellow applicants.


    Extending his hand, a white light coalesced, forming a sword. As Dante approached the Holder, the mental assault intensified. His movements slowed, nearly reducing him to a jog. Yet, in those critical seconds, he activated his Skill, Concentration, and the oppressive sensation vanished, revitalizing Dante''s speed.


    Observing his Skill countered, the Holder raised his dagger, poised forbat. However, before he could even blink, a sense of weightlessness overtook him, and his surroundings spun.


    Thud!


    Hended beyond the tform, effectively out of the assessment.


    Dante lowered his raised foot and turned towards another Holder.


    Dante swiftly closed the gap, targeting another Holder known for his ability to transform into a metal, bolstering both defense and strength. With this Skill active, the Holder was capable of standing toe-to-toe with an ogre.


    In a deft move, Dante manipted his inventory, seamlessly mimicking the appearance of a Skill. The sword he had been wielding disappeared, reced by a formidable mace.


    As the Holder morphed his form into an impervious metallic state, he braced himself for Dante''s oing assault.


    A resounding sh echoed through the arena.


    The Holder''s fist met Dante''s mace head-on, a smug smile ying on his lips.


    "You''re merely-"


    Before he couldplete his taunt, the force emanating from the mace surged, sending the Holder hurtling to the side with startling power. Though he quickly regained his footing, another Holder''s Skill struck him, propelling him off the tform, sparing Dante the exertion.


    Meanwhile, George inched his way closer to Dante. Despite Dante having subdued him, George''s ego and pride refused to ept defeat as an inevitability.


    "You only managed to suppress me because I''m not prepared, you are really dead!" George thought, the certainty of Dante''s demise still shrouded in uncertainty.


    George''spanions skillfully dealt with the approaching Holder, allowing them to maintain a brisk pace. Their three distinct Skillsplemented one another, a testament to their mutual understanding. Jacob, standing vigntly beside George, ensured his safety throughout the ordeal.


    Notably, George''spanions and Jacob were also striving for a 2-Star status.


    Instructor Lou observed the unfolding situation with a watchful eye. He had already thrown his support behind George''s n, even if it meant sacrificing his own medal and Holder reputation for the sake of his family.


    Dante expertly maneuvered through the ranks of Holders intent on bringing him down. The final Holder, with an A-rated Skill potential, proved to be an enigma, employing evasive maneuvers with uncanny precision.


    While their objective was to eliminate only half their adversaries, the allure of the Skill Enhancement Marble heightened their determination to be thest one standing. These marbles held immense value, for once consumed, they permanently amplified a Holder''s Skill capabilities. Although they weren''t exceedingly rare, the marbles'' effects varied from Holder to Holder. Nevertheless, their coveted status remained unchanged. It also helps a Holder inched closer with their ''Mana Reconstruction''.


    Mana Reconstruction is a pivotal stage in a Holder''s journey, involving a transformative ritual. Within the ethereal white space, their physical form strengthens, and their Skill undergoes a profound metamorphosis. The first Mana Reconstruction takes ce at the age of 16, and embarking on a second reconstruction demands a fortuitousbination of talent and luck. Talent is gauged by one''s Skill Potential, while luck, as the name suggests, is a more capricious factor. Those who sessfully achieve their second Mana Reconstruction earn the esteemed title of a three-star Holder.


    Despite the seemingly close proximity of the second and third star Holder, they stand worlds apart in terms of physical prowess and Skill mastery.


    ***


    With a resounding impact, Dante delivered a powerful strike to the back of a Holder, sending them hurtling off the tform.


    Seventeen contenders remained on the tform, their numbers dwindling. Dante stepped to the side, allowing his Skill to cool down, while also applying Invigorate to energize himself. Concentration and Invigorate had proven to be his lifelines in the heat of battle.


    Energy: 95/130


    Each activation of his Skill depleted Dante''s energy reserves, prompting him to wield his abilities sparingly.


    Beside, Dante and George were now only separated by a few meters.


    Dante stood surrounded, the other Holders keenly aware of the conflict between him and George, opting to not intervene.


    The looming question hung in the air: would they go as far as taking each other''s lives? It was a grim reality known to all Holders ¡ª in this perilous world, death lurked at every corner. Conflict among Holders were not umon, and due to the influence some wielded, they often escaped with minor punishment.


    In this harsh world, such brutal disys of violence were tragically quite often.


    "Haha! Do you think I will let you go?!" George''sughter echoed. Witnessing Dante''s Skill, George bolstered his confidence, convinced that Dante possessed only a weak Skill.


    Blinded by arrogance and ego, they pressed on, consumed by the desire to witness Dante in agonizing torment.


    "Why not beg for mercy? I might think about sparing one of your limbs," George taunted, with Jacob and hisrades closing in.


    "But first I will b-"


    "But first I''m the one who''s going to beat you up first!" Dante interjected, suddenly lunging towards George.


    "Young Master, watch out!" Jacob''s warning rang out as he swiftly positioned himself in front of George.


    George''s trio of allies swiftly activated their respective Skills. One of them possessed the ability to erge their hand.


    The othermanded the ability to summon mes. Interestingly, there were others who possessed simr Skills, with some capable of generating fire, others manipting it from their surroundings, and a few conjuring it seemingly from thin air.


    The final member boasted a fortifying Skill, rounding out their formidable offensive.


    As the three onughts closed in from every side, Dante''s gaze narrowed, an exhrating surge of anticipation coursing through him.


    Suddenly, Dante''s muscles clenched. With a keen inhale, he converged his legs and leaped!


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    In his previous position, an unrelenting series of detonations reverberated, narrowly missing Dante. Mid-air, Dante pivoted, his hands forming a bow and arrow. His muscles tautened, drawing the bowstring. Each sinew, every fiber, coiled like a spring wound to its limit, poised to unleash its pent-up force.


    Dante let loose the bowstring, and with a swift whoosh, the arrow hurtled towards George''s back.


    Thud!


    A transparent barrier materialized behind George, causing his body hair to stand on end as he swiftly turned around. The barrier before him bore an arrow, impaled halfway through.


    "Damn it!" George cursed, quickly raising his shield. A shimmering aura enveloped him, and his form expanded. In this augmented state, George possessed a Skill that not only increased his size but also fortified his strength and defense, resembling a bear in his enhanced form. The reason he had earned only a single star was due to being swiftly eliminated in thest assessment.


    Jacob lowered his hand, causing the barrier to dissolve.


    Dantended gracefully, wasting no time before heunched himself towards his opponents.


    Daggers materialized in his skilled hands as the three adversaries squared off against him. Dante deftly evaded a burst of fire, executing a swift roll forward, then moved to sh a looming giant hand, and skillfully parried an oing sword.


    Observing Dante''s deft maneuvers amidst the onught, Instructor Lou couldn''t shake the nervous inkling that their n might fail.


    "How in the world is he pulling off those moves?" George inquired of Jacob, bracing himself for the imminent onught. Dante''s agility seemed almost supernatural, devoid of any theatrical ir; each motion appeared straightforward yet was executed with precise calction. There were instances when their strikes seemed destined to connect, yet Dante managed to sidestep or deflect them with uncanny ease.


    Empowered by the Mask of Support, Dante''s Skill, Concentration, underwent a transformation that facilitated this very feat.


    Spotting an opportunity, Dante''s attack echoed with a harrowing scream. George''srade writhed on the ground, a severed hand leaving a gruesome scene. This was the Holder known for expanding his hand size.


    Swiftly adapting, Dante transformed his weapon into a mace and delivered a crushing blow to the Holder who bolstered his physical prowess. The Holder''s armor caved in, sending him hurtling through the air, unconscious.


    As George beheld this unfolding scene, a foreboding shadow crossed his thoughts. However, ncing at the other applicants who had chosen to cease their fight and instead watch them, he resolved to confront Dante directly.


    With a resounding shout, George charged ahead, and Jacob, though harboring reservations, had little choice but to follow George''s lead.

 Chapter 26: Side Quest Completed!

    <h4>Chapter 26: Side Quest Completed!</h4>


    Their fierypanion, capable of pyrokic attacks, also charged forth, determined to join the fray.


    Bang!


    The barrier shattered into fragments as Dante''s sword surged toward George''s chest, but in the final moment, George summoned enough strength to deflect the blow.


    Whoosh!


    A wave of fire hurtled towards Dante, prompting him to leap backwards.


    His Skill was now in cooldown. Each Skill had its own distinct cooldown period.


    With his immediate options limited, Dante chose to initiate another round of long-range attacks, wielding his bow and arrows.


    ***


    Noah, Li, and the final Holder boasting an A-rated Skill potential, Kal, watched the skirmish unfold with a mixture of awe and respect.


    "So cool!" Noah eximed, his eyes aze with a fiery determination.


    Li pondered quietly, considering whether or not to enter the fray. The transparent ogre''s hold on the captive Holder grew tighter.


    "Hmph! Show off!" Kal remarked, a hint of arrogance gleaming in his eyes.


    ***


    Bang!


    Dante''s kick sent the fire-wielding Holder sprawling. His sword cleaved through a barrier before him, shattering it. Jacob''s eyes widened as a colossal fist loomed into view. Both the Holder and Jacob were sent hurtling in the same direction.


    "Why here?!" Instructor Lou''s mind raced in panic as two bodies hurtled toward him. Their velocity was formidable, and as a support-type Holder, hecked the means to prevent the impending collision. In an instant, all three were propelled off the tform.


    "I hope my hunch is right." Dante mused, steeling himself as he faced George head-on.


    George bore an array of wounds, varying in size and severity. Dante''s attacks were relentless and unpredictable, each strike delivered with a different weapon. George''s breathing grewbored, and his Skill had now deactivated. With a heavy thud, he sank to his knees, his shield offering as a measure of support.


    Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes aze with fury.


    "Do you know who I am?! My father is the head of Heidil!!" George bellowed, flecks of spittle escaping his mouth. The looming specter of defeat had shattered his pride, driving him to invoke his family name¡ªa desperate act he often resorted to when sensing imminent defeat.


    George''s pettiness became ringly evident.


    Behind his white mask, Dante''s eyes remained icy and unforgiving. As he stared at the individual who had once bullied him, someone who had merely stood by while Lucius kicked as a bait, Dante couldn''t suppress the urge to raise his sword.


    The journey from his initial ritual had been fraught with hardship. Dante had moved from one squad to another, enduring a litany of unfair treatments while maintaining a low head. All his struggles were in service for his "goal." Despite the injustices he had faced, Dante never voiced his grievances. His goal revolved around conquering dungeons, driven by a desire to prevent another monster invasion and the subsequent tragedies it could bring. And perhaps, within those dungeons, he hoped a ''clue'' might eventually reveal itself.


    Dante thought of his dead parents, his grip on the sword tightened, causing his hand to tremble and the de to rise higher.


    George stood as one of the catalysts for this transformation. Dante could sense it from the moment he awoke in that forest¡ªsomething within him had change. His thirst for vengeance increased, a burning desire to exact retribution upon those who had wronged him, a resolve to never bow to anyone again.


    "I must find ''them''." Dante resolved, the elusive ''them'' resurfacing in his thoughts. It wasn''t Lucius, nor was it Sarah, nor even those who had tormented him within the dungeon.


    "Y-you! What''s your n?!" George stammered, his voice betraying his unease as he beheld Dante poised with his raised sword. The other applicants exchanged uneasy nces, their apprehension palpable.


    "Is he really going to do it?"


    "Isn''t he aware of the Heidil family?"


    "Is he out of his mind?!"


    In an instant, Dante''s sword descended!


    George''s eyes locked onto the glinting de. He could feel the specter of death drawing near, yet in the next heartbeat, he witnessed the sword veering away from his neck. A smile of grim satisfaction tugged at George''s lips, a silent acknowledgment that invoking his family name had likely bought him a crucial moment.


    "I knew you were scared, why don''t you kn-" Before he could continue his sentence, he felt searing agony in his right. While shouting, he looked to his right side and his eyes widened; his entire hand and shoulder were on the floor. The wound continued to bleed.


    "ARGH!!!!!" George yelled.


    Dante gave a serious nce at George, who was shouting in front of him. He lifted his hand and examined it.


    "Why did I hesitate when I aimed for his head?"Dante questioned himself. Yes, Dante nned to kill George, but he adjusted the course of his sword at thest second and only sliced his shoulder.


    Dante, though perplexed, opted to push the matter to the recesses of his mind. He shifted his attention to the remaining Holder, still upright on the tform, and the now-recovered Instructor Lou. Satisfied that there were only twelve contenders left, including himself, he made a decisive move and leapt off the tform.


    The collective response was one of astonishment.


    "H-He jumped off?"


    "Yes."


    "Side Quest Completed!"


    ***


    Instructor Lou ascended the tform once more, while the medical team swiftly attended to George and the other injured participants. George''s bleeding had ceased, but the intensity of the pain had caused him to lose consciousness.


    Frustration welled up within Instructor Lou; he wanted to reprimand Dante for hurling two bodies at him. However, he restrained himself, knowing that this facility was under constant surveince.


    "Moreover, my agreement with George only extends to not interfering with their ploy. I''ve fulfilled my duty," he reminded himself, though a hint of uncertainty lingered due to his familiarity with George''s personality.


    "They won''t let you go." Instructor Lou mused, observing Dante beyond the tform. Hecked sufficient grounds to reprimand Dante for the incident. In the final assessment, it was not umon for a Skill to inadvertently target the Instructor. This necessitated constant vignce from the instructors.


    While the loss of a limb duringbat assessments urred on asion, George''s loss of an arm was a significant event. He hailed from a prominent family, and should they opt to restore him, they would need to have a Holder possessing the rare ability to regenerate severed body parts. Such Holders were scarce, and if one were located, the cost would be exorbitant.


    The remaining applicants resumed their battle, with only 11 participants left, all guaranteed a 2-star medal. Some among them chose to forgo the Skill Enhancement Marble, expending minimal effort. Among those who continued to stand were Noah, Li, and Kal, who had primarily focused on evasion, along with two other exceptionally skilled Holders.


    The ultimate victor emerged as Li, who celebrated her triumph with joyful leaps. Noah extended his congrattions, while Kal quietly departed the tform.


    Dante opted not to pursue the Skill Enhancement Marble. For one, it held no use for him, and secondly, he had only half of his Energy remaining. He harbored doubts about whether this amount of Energy would suffice to contend with the remaining 11 Holders.


    As Dante made his way out of the examination area, he heard a voice calling from behind him.


    "Hi, Mr. Eka!" Noah''s cheerful voice rang out. Dante turned to face Noah, intrigued by what he had to say.


    "Could we exchange phone numbers?" Noah asked, taking out his phone.


    After a brief pause, Dante decided to share his phone number. Following this exchange, they went their separate ways, with Noah departing in good spirits.

 Chapter 27: Marineth

    <h4>Chapter 27: Marh</h4>


    "The city of Helhg experienced a monster invasion this morning. There are currently over five thousand casualties, and the count is still climbing," a voice announced through the radio. A hand extended to crank up the volume.


    "Four five-star Holders, along with one six-star Holder, were deployed to stabilize the situation..."


    "Another monster invasion," Dante muttered, his foot pressing the gas pedal while he gripped the steering wheel. This marked the second such invasion he''d heard of since acquiring the system. In his former self, he might have rushed to the scene, but now his heart remainedposed and indifferent.


    ''Yet I hesitated...'' Dante reflected, recalling his moment of indecision during hisst encounter with George.


    He still wore the familiar white suit and mask, but now there was an addition¡ªa bronze medallion hung around his neck. Engraved on it were two stars, their ovepping design giving it an ancient appearance. This was the Medal of Two Stars, granting numerous benefits and conferring a significant status. However, its most crucial privilege was the eligibility to participate in conquering D ss dungeons and higher.


    Dante summoned his status screen.


    STATUS SCREEN:


    yer: Dante (Human)


    Health: 130/130


    Energy: 130/130


    Level: 20 (1050/*****)


    Stat Points: 2


    Skills:


    Concentration(+50%)


    Invigorate(+50%)


    Attributes:


    Strength: 9


    Defence: 2


    Vitality: 3


    Endurance: 3


    Agility: 7


    Intelligence: 1


    Havingpleted the side quest, Dante acquired two stat points: one as a direct reward and the 20,000 experience points that propelled him to a new level. Surprisingly, his tactic of knocking Instructor Lou off the tform proved sessful¡ªa method tantamount to defeating him.


    "System, are my stats sufficient for the main quest?" Dante inquired, a hint of uncertainty clouding his approach to allocating his hard-earned stat points. His decisions thus farcked a clear sense of direction.


    "No," the system''s voice replied dispassionately.


    "As I suspected. Do you have any rmendations on how I should distribute my stat points?" Dante queried.


    "It is advisable to maintain a bnced distribution, though the specifics should align with your individual fighting style," the system advised.


    Dante pondered this counsel. He had already contemted the benefits of bnced stats, recognizing that each level-up brought about aprehensive improvement in his physical abilities. However, up to this point, he had allocated his stat points reactively, based on immediate circumstances.


    Considering the potential impact of mind attacks, Dante chose to allocate one stat point to Intelligence and the remaining one to Defense.


    A fresh surge of energy coursed through his body, affecting even the tiniest atoms within him. Dante sensed his body and mind growing more stronger. The exhrating effects of bing stronger proved irresistible.


    "I must conquer a D-ss dungeon." Dante resolved, recognizing the necessity of further leveling up. ess to D-ss dungeons was granted to all Holders with two stars or more, because they need to be close immediately. Dante would join other Holder groups in this journey, but conquering a D-ss dungeon was a far more intricate taskpared to an F-ss one. Some dungeons featured enigmatic puzzles orbyrinthine mazes, while others presented challenges that defiedprehension.


    With a destination already in mind and only a few kilometers left to reach it, Dante chose to go on without affording himself a proper rest. With his present physical condition, he knew he could restore himself to his peak with just an hour of rest.


    ***


    "My Son!" The shout reverberated through the opulent hall. Crystal chandeliers bathed the marble floors in a warm, golden glow, while regal velvet draperies framed tall windows, weing the afternoon sun''s radiant embrace. Plush chaises invited guests to recline in luxuriousfort, and a grand piano stood poised for a melodious serenade. This was opulence incarnate.


    However, this serene scene was abruptly shattered by a resounding shout and a palpable tension in the air.


    In the heart of the hall stood a middle-aged woman, her hand clutching a phone. Every inch of her attire exuded extravagance. Her hair bore the marks of time, and wrinkles traced her face. Yet, contrary to her appearance, her eyes burned with a fiercebination of vitality and anger.


    Behind her, a person in a butler''s attire stood, his left hand raised, holding a white towel.


    "His name is Eka, a newly emerged Holder," a voice echoed from the phone.


    "How dare he hurt my son?!" Marh''s voice thundered with fury. As she thought of her son, now left with only one hand, her heart ached, recalling that he had also suffered in hisst dungeon.


    "What else do you know about him?" Marh inquired, her efforts to calm herself palpable.


    "W-we were just beginning to look into his background, but at the moment, he''s inside a D-ss dungeon. He went there directly after receiving his medal."


    "Damn it! That''s the perfect opportunity to finish him off!" Marh cursed, expressing her intent without a hint of hesitation.


    "Ensure you gather every detail about him!" Marhmanded, her tone brimming with anger as she abruptly terminated the phone call.


    The butler stepped forward, extending his hand to take the phone from Marh.


    "Do you want me to arrange for someone to take care of him once he emerges from the dungeon?" the butler inquired.


    "Let''s wait for my son to regain consciousness. I understand him well; he will love it at the sight of the person who harmed him meeting a gruesome end," Marh dered after careful consideration.


    "And what about your husband? Would you like to involve him?" the butler inquired further.


    "No! Let him be. He''s upied with other women; he won''t give a damn about his son," Marh spat out, her teeth clenched in frustration as she thought about her unfaithful husband.


    ***


    An hour before the phone call inside the Heidil mansion.


    Dante reached his destination. On the way, Manny called to inquire about how his examination had gone. After a brief exchange, they hung up. Recalling their conversation, Dante couldn''t help but smile in quiet amusement.


    "By the way, how many members does the guild have?"


    "Uh, j-just t-three, the guild master, you, and me," Manny replied, looking slightly embarrassed.


    Dante wasn''t sure whether tough or sigh.


    In front of the dungeon portal, a line of opulent cars had already formed. This location turned out to be a clothing factory.


    As people observed, their attention shifted to a modest-looking car parked beside a luxury vehicle. When Dante emerged, all eyes were drawn to him. Some even whistled at the sight of his mask and outfit.


    A group of four individuals and one other Holder, likely arriving independently, caught his eye.


    The group hailed from the mid-sized guild known as the Golden Lion Guild,prising one woman and three men, all donning their guild-provided uniforms.


    They were the owners of the high-end cars. One of them recognized Dante''s distinctive attire.


    "Hey, are you on your own? Want to team up with us?" he asked, wearing a friendly smile. He was the group''s leader, Dex.


    "No." Dante replied curtly, striding past Dex and heading directly to a table where an attendant sat. Hepleted the necessary paperwork and handed over his medal to register for the dungeon.

 Chapter 28: First D-Class Dungeon

    <h4>Chapter 28: First D-ss Dungeon</h4>


    Watching Dante''s retreating figure, Dex''s expression turned icy.


    "Hmph! Think you''re something special? You probably stole that outfit." Dex muttered, overhearing the suppressedughter from his teammates.


    Dex returned to his team, his expression stormy.


    "Wow! Our fearless leader got the cold shoulder?" quipped the lone girl in their group.


    "Haha! Turned down by someone with that ''fancy'' car?" chimed in the mustached man.


    "HAHAHA!" joined in the final member of their group,ughing heartily.


    "Enough! When we enter the dungeon, pretend he doesn''t exist, even if he''s being chased by a Ghast Wolf!" Dexmanded firmly. His team nodded, wearing knowing smiles.


    "U-Um, can I join you?" Suddenly, a voice broke in. They turned to see a man with a lean physique standing behind them.


    As Dex examined the neer''s attire, his brow furrowed. Nevertheless, he took a step forward and addressed the man.


    "What''s your Skill?"


    "I''m a support type. I specialize in elerating healing for my target." the man exined.


    Dex''s eyes gleamed with enthusiasm. He reached out to pat the man on the shoulder, but upon realizing the quality of the man''s clothing, he abruptly stopped, slipping his hand behind his back. He produced a handkerchief, meticulously wiping his hand.


    "Excellent! You''re wee to join us. Here, take this." he said, passing his bag to the man. Seeing this, the rest of the team followed suit, offering their bags to him as well.


    Dante observed this exchange in silence.


    They were set to embark on their dungeon conquest in another hour, still waiting to see if any other Holders would arrive.


    After a while.


    Another group arrived, hailing from a mid-sized guild andprising four members. Afterpleting their registration, everyone congregated in front of the dungeon portal.


    Dante''s excitement surged, knowing that this would mark his inaugural foray into a D-ss dungeon!


    ***


    This dungeon, situated within the clothing factory, had manifested eight hours ago, emanating a D-ss energy that demanded immediate closure. There was no limit to the number of participants allowed, but possessing a two-star medal was a prerequisite. As for the mysteries lurking within, they remained shrouded in uncertainty.


    Dante recalled the details he had gathered about the dungeon before him. The portal dwarfed those of an F-ss, stretching nearly 6 meters, and the energy it emitted was palpable.


    Dex and his teammates meticulously inspected their gear, ensuring they had everything they needed, especially the essentials crucial for survival. Within a dungeon, time flowed differently, necessitating Holders to possess the right equipment and, in particr, an ample supply of food. Holders boasted a significantly higher metabolismpared to ordinary individuals.


    Some astute entrepreneurs had recognized this as a business opportunity, developing foods rich in protein suitable for Holders. However, these products were manufactured using mana, rendering them unusable for Dante, as the system rejected any interaction with mana-based items.


    Dante found the prospect frustrating¡ªhe''d have to hunt for monsters he could consume within the dungeon. Although he still had some stocks in his inventory, he knew it wouldn''tst.


    A staff member stepped forward to provide them with a briefing about the dungeon.


    After a minute or so, the staff departed, announcing that they could now enter the portal.


    Dex and his teammates exuded an air of calm confidence, mirroring the demeanor of the other group. It was clear this wasn''t their first time entering a D-ss dungeon.


    In due course, the first Holder ventured into the dungeon, followed by another, and finally, Dante.


    Whoosh!


    Dante entered the dungeon, enveloped in a sensation of weightlessness. Despite having experienced this before, the anticipation of entering a D-ss heightened the excitement.


    A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes¡ªwhite, ck, yellow, red, blue¡ªuntil suddenly, everything turned pure white.


    After a few seconds, Dante could feel gravity assert itself. His foot met solid ground, and his vision returned to normal.


    Before him stretched an underground cavern, its stctites shimmering while luminescent fungi cast a dim, otherworldly glow. The cave exuded a cool, damp atmosphere, with its rugged terrain presenting a challenge for anyone not ustomed to such environments.


    Suddenly, Dante sensed a presence drawing near. Turning to his side, he saw a woman approaching.


    She sported a bob haircut, delicate eyebrows, and brown eyes, dressed in a casual clothes of jeans and a windbreaker.


    She greeted him with a warm smile, extending her hands.


    "Hi! Are you on your own? Would you like to join us?" she offered, her voice inviting.


    Dante regarded the outstretched hand, then met her gaze.


    "No." Dante responded, his voice devoid of emotion. This marked the second asion someone had invited him to join their group, but Dante was resolute in his decision to go solo. Though ,so far, he''s only been answering "no".


    The woman''s expression momentarily fell, but she swiftly moved on. Instead, she retrieved something from her chest¡ªa Medal engraved with two stars.


    "Why don''t we link our Medals?" she proposed. One of the primary functions of a Medal was to link with others. This allowed Holders tomunicate within a dungeon even if they were separated, as long as they remained within the Medal''s linking range. Modern technology ceased to function within a dungeon so this feature is well liked by Holders.


    Dante contemted for a moment if it was worth it.


    ''It''s my first time in a D-ss dungeon. I can always block hermunication if I choose to, and there''s no harm in linking with her.''


    "Alright." Dante replied, retrieving his own medal.


    "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I''m Samantha. We''re all members of the Skara Guild," Samantha said, gesturing towards her teammates behind her.


    After linking their medals, and noticing Dante''s silence, Samantha cleared her throat awkwardly.


    "C-can you tell me your name?"


    "Eka."


    "I see. If you have any questions, justmunicate through the medal," Samantha suggested before heading back to her teammates. However, Dex, who had been observing them the entire time, intercepted her.


    "Could we also link our Medals?" Dex inquired, producing his own.


    "No." Affected by Dante, Samantha stated coldly, striding past him. This left Dex momentarily stunned before his surprise turned into anger.


    He was on the verge of shouting at Samantha, but they were already pressing forward.


    While it would have been advantageous to stick together, given their different guild affiliations, they viewed themselves as rivals. Samantha had approached Dante out of pity for his solitary status, and nothing more. If Dante made any move against her, she wouldn''t hesitate to retaliate.


    Dex redirected his ire towards Dante, but all he saw was Dante''s retreating figure.


    "You only came here alone? You''re courting death if you think you could walk freely in a D ss dungeon." Dex muttered.


    "Let''s move!" Dex called out, prompting his teammates to forge ahead.

 Chapter 29: Vamp Worm

    <h4>Chapter 29: Vamp Worm</h4>


    The spawning area had three tunnels, each group choosing a different passage, while Dante ventured into one on his own.


    Inside the dungeon, most groups focused solely on their own survival, particrly if they hailed from different organizations or guilds.


    Viewing the dungeon as a treasure trove, fiercepetition inevitably arose. It was customary for individuals to vie for any discovered treasures on their own.


    The rhythmic drip of water echoed alongside Dante''s measured footsteps. The cave-like environment cast the area in darkness, but thanks to the scattered luminous fungi and Dante''s heightened eyesight, he navigated without difficulty.


    Suddenly, his attention was captivated by a particr nt. He approached it and retrieved his medal, deciding to put one of its functions to the test.


    "Scan." Dantemanded the medallion. It emitted a white beam onto the nt, conducting a thorough top-to-bottom scan and then vice versa.


    As Dante held the medal in his palms, it emitted another light, projecting an image of the same nt onto the ground. Simultaneously, text appeared beneath the holographic image.


    "Calth nt - Poisonous, inedible, no other uses," the text ryed the nt''s name and its key characteristics.


    "This is handy." Dante reflected to himself. The medal housed an extensive database, enabling Holders to identify objects encountered within a dungeon¡ªprovided, of course, they were included in the database.


    Subsequently, he resumed his stroll, and soon came across a peculiar rock. Once again, he used the medal to scan it, revealing the rock''s name, characteristics, and potential uses.


    Having familiarized himself with the medallion''s function, Dante refrained from scanning every random object he encountered.


    Locating the boss room in this dungeon posed a greater challengepared to the straightforward nature of F-ss dungeons.


    As Dante continued to walk for nearly 30 minutes, he suddenly heard a low, grunting sound.


    Ahead of him, a lengthy creature writhed. Its skin was slick and ck, covered in protruding bumps. The creaturecked legs, sporting a mouth brimming with razor-sharp teeth at one end, presumably its front. Measuring nearly 7 meters in length and 4 meters in width, it undted in ce.


    "Oh? Is it constricting something?" Dante mused, finding himself entertained. He felt no immediate threat and observed from a safe distance.


    The worm-like creature suddenly uncoiled itself.


    Beside it materialized a lifeless creature, standing at a height of 2 meters, with wings extending from its arms to the sides of its body. This monstrous being bore a resemnce to a bat,plete with a tail protruding from its back.


    The worm ascended to the top of the bat-like creature''s head, its mouth gaping wide. It engulfed the head and then, in a slow, deliberate motion, began its descent towards the creature''s feet.


    Having consumed the entire bat-like creature, the worm nowy still, seemingly inert.


    Observing this peculiar sight, Dante cautiously approached, retrieving a sword from his inventory.


    He wasn''t entirely sure what kind of monster he was facing. While he had read information about creaturesmonly found in D-ss dungeons, Dante hadn''t delved deeply into the subject. At the time, his focus had been solely on navigating an F-ss dungeon.


    As they drew within meters of each other, the worm suddenly convulsed violently and lunged towards Dante.


    Anticipating some sort of reaction when he chose to approach the creature, Dante swiftly sidestepped, narrowly evading the lunging attack.


    Bang!


    The worm crashed onto the ground, its gaping maw producing a thunderous echo.


    Dante surged ahead, refraining from triggering his Skill, Concentration. As his physical prowess heightened, so did the fortitude of his mind. Thus, even without employing Concentration, Dante''s body and mind proved more than capable.


    The worm swiftly pivoted, fixating on Dante. In a swift motion, it lunged towards him, jaws agape.


    Swift and sure, Dante''s de cleaved through the worm''s hide, slicing through with minimal resistance.


    ck blood gushed forth.


    The worm screamed like a metal scratching another metal.


    It continued to wiggle while dripping blood. Dante saw this, intrigued by how this beast behaved.


    The worm jumped on Dante once more.


    It recovered in less than a second.


    ''Does it regenerate?''Dante thought as he noticed the wound on the worm body had healed.


    ''I suppose I''ll have to kill it with a single sh.''


    Dante charged forward, this time intending to for a sure kill.


    Thud.


    The segmented form of the worm slumped to the ground, spilling forth a strange liquid and filling the air with an unfamiliar odor, causing Dante to wrinkle his nose.


    As Dante surveyed the scene, there was no trace of the bat-like monster, and the earth exuded wisps of white smoke. It caught him off guard.


    "It can digest fast." Dante mused while retrieving the monster core.


    "You obtained 900 Exp!" A notification chimed.


    "That many?" Dante''s eyes widened, puzzled by the seemingly generous reward for dispatching what he considered an easy foe.


    "Have I grown that strong?" Dante clenched his hand. He hadn''t pushed his limits since hisst encounter with an F-ss dungeon. Even during his recent assessment for the coveted medal, Dante hadn''t exerted his full might. While he''d expended a substantial amount of Energy, he hadn''t tapped into the true potential of a Holder.


    Suddenly, the ng of metal echoed, and Dante nced down, finding his sword now halved. A wry smile tugged at his lips, knowing that the weapons he had relied on thus far all hailed from F-ss dungeons.


    Undeterred, Dante pressed forward. Hecked a specific destination, but wherever there were monsters, Dante will try to kill it.


    Before long, Dante''s gaze settled on three additional ''worms''.


    ***


    "Watch out!" Dex shouted.


    Bang!


    The worm monster plummeted to the ground, sending debris scattering.


    One of his teammates, a mustachioed individual, charged at it, delivering a powerful punch. A resounding boom reverberated.


    Yet the monster remained unmoved, and with a twist, the mustachioed man was sent hurtling.


    The girl in their team raised her hand, causing the worm to elevate a mere three feet off the ground.


    Dex and the remaining Holder advanced for the kill. Dex''s hands emitted a blue glow as he pped it onto the monster. Simultaneously, the other Holder employed their Skill on the creature.


    Boom!


    The worm monster detonated, showering its gastric juices in all directions.


    "Mailey!" Dex called out to the girl.


    Mailey flicked her hand, sending the corrosive liquid away from them.


    "That cursed Vamp Worm!" grumbled the mustachioed guy as he approached, debris clinging to him.


    "Haha! Unlucky for you, your Skill doesn''t affect them," Mailey remarked, effortlessly retrieving the monster core using her own Skill.


    Vamp Worms possess the ability to absorb elemental Skills and boast nearly instantaneous regeneration. Their primary diet consists of small Tailed Bats.


    "Hey kid! Heal me!" the mustachioed guy snapped.


    "I''m on it!" replied the Holder who had sought to join them, still carrying their backpack. He extended his hand and directed it towards the mustachioed man. In an instant, a faint glow enveloped him.


    However, after a while, the injury was still notpletely healed. This only served to further enrage the mustachioed guy.


    "Are you utterly useless?"


    "I c-can only elerate your body''s natural regeneration."


    "Then get lost!" The mustachioed guy shoved the Holder aside while taking out his own mana potion.


    Dex surveyed the three lifeless Vamp Worms on the ground.


    "I wonder how that guy''s holding up. He''s probably dead already." Dex mused, a sly grin crossing his face.


    Little did he know, if he were to know Dante''s current kill count, he would have pissed his pants.

 Chapter 30: Sonic Attack

    <h4>Chapter 30: Sonic Attack</h4>


    The ground was strewn with the lifeless bodies of Vamp worms, their gastric juices eating away at the earth, releasing wisps of white smoke.


    "This ce is teeming with these worms, but it''s fine. They gave me good experience points." Dante remarked as he allocated one stat point to strength, one to vitality, and one to endurance. His Health and Energy now stood at 145/145.


    He had managed to level up three times by killing the Vamp Worms, a feat that left Dante feeling rather satisfied. Some of them granted him a thousand experience points, and the highest yield he achieved was two thousand from a colossal Vamp Worm nearly ten meters in height. Yet, Dante took it down with minimal effort.


    "It was definitely the right call to hunt in D ss." Dante reflected as he killed yet another Vamp Worm.


    Soon, the number of Vamp worms he encountered became scarce.


    Dante came to a halt, casting his gaze towards another tunnel at his side. He faced a choice: continue forward or explore the adjacent tunnel.


    After a few moments of consideration, Dante made his decision and entered the side tunnel.


    Within, he encountered a greater number of nts than in the previous tunnel. They ranged in size and color, with some moving on their own, and others boasting tentacle-like vines.


    He observed the nts with a hint of amusement but refrained from approaching them. He moved forward, maintaining a cautious assessment of his surroundings.


    Before long, he stood at the center of a junction, with three tunnels stretching before him¡ªone directly ahead and one on each side.


    Dante was uncertain which tunnel to choose.


    "Perhaps I should explore each one?" he pondered, deciding to investigate them individually.


    Starting with the tunnel to his right, he entered.


    A pungent stench of decay filled the air. Dante showed no reaction to the odor, having grown ustomed to it after killing so many Vamp Worms.


    Dante came to a halt as he reached a dead end, his eyes falling upon three creatures fiercely gnawing at a Vamp Worm.


    "Shriek!"


    "Cawkjh!"


    One of them happened to nce up and locked eyes with Dante. It let out a piercing shriek beforeunching itself in his direction.


    These creatures were known as Tailed Bats, and normally, the smaller ones were the prey of Vamp Worms. Yet, here they were, feasting on their would-be predator. So far, Dante had onlye across deceased Tailed Bats.


    As the monster bore down on him, Dante braced himself.


    He surged forward, but with his first step, he was suddenly ovee by a tingling sensation in his ears, as if his mind were being pounded.


    "Mind attack? No. It''s a sonic attack," Dante concluded, though the sensation only lingered for a fleeting moment before his body limated to it.


    However, the Tailed Bat was already before him, mouth agape, poised to strike at his head.


    Whoosh!


    Dante''s sword cleaved through the Tailed Bat, severing it in half.


    "You obtained 900 Exp!"


    The remaining two Tailed Bats lunged at Dante, only to meet the same fate.


    "You obtained 900 Exp!"


    "You obtained 900 Exp!"


    Dante swung the sword a few times to rid it of the clinging blood.


    "System, when will I receive some equipment rewards?" Dante inquired, noticing the sword''s endurance dwindling. His inventory held only a finite number of weapons, and thus far, he hadn''t encountered any monsters wielding their own.


    "You can acquire equipment throughpleting quests," the system informed him.


    "Is there no shop or marketce avable?"


    "No."


    Dante shrugged. This wasn''t a game where he could purchase anything that he want with the system. Though he was eager to acquire new equipment, much like the supportive mask that granted a 50% increase to his Skills.


    Having thoroughly examined the cave and found nothing of note, he retraced his steps.


    Now standing amidst four tunnels, including the one that had led him here, Dante decided to establish a simple camp. He nned to explore the middle tunnel after he''d rested sufficiently.


    From his inventory, he retrieved dry wood and a flint. Before long, a modest bonfire crackled to life. He then set up a small chair, prepared meat for grilling, and skewered it.


    As he held the skewer over the mes, Dante couldn''t help but acknowledge howfortable he felt in this moment.


    "System, is there a limit to how many items I can store in my inventory?" Dante inquired out of curiosity. The inventory feature had proven incredibly useful; he no longer needed to carry a bag and could retrieve items at any time.


    "Your ultimate goal is to be the strongest support. The inventory''s primary purpose is for you to provide support items, so there won''t be a limit to how many you can store inside. Just ensure it doesn''t exceed 5 meters." the system''s emotionless voice exined.


    "Why are you so fixated on making me the strongest support?" Dante mused casually.


    "ess Denied." A translucent screen with bold red letters appeared, but Dante simply waved it away. He''d grown ustomed to such responses from the system.


    Meanwhile, the meat on the skewer turned a delectable golden brown.


    Dante removed his mask, allowing the warm glow of the fire to dance in his eyes. Every now and then, he couldn''t help but twitch his nose, enticed by the tantalizing aroma of cooked meat. He was well aware of the danger; this fragrant meal could easily attract creatures with keen senses.


    "Come if you want, I''ll just kill you." Dante mused, taking a hearty bite of the cooked meat.


    In a matter of seconds, he polished it off. Still not feeling fully satisfied, he proceeded to retrieve more meat and a handful of vegetables. He also pulled out a bottle of beer.


    If any other Holders were to witness him in such a rxed state inside a dungeon, they would likely beat him up.


    As Dante savored his meal, he nced at the time on his medal.


    "Huh? It''s already been 8 hours?" Dante said while he settled into a morefortable position. Thankfully, the main quest''s time frame was based outside the dungeon.


    ***


    Samantha and her teammates sat on the floor, each holding a stic-wrapped portion of dried meat. They ate in silence, focusing on finishing their food. The meatcked a distinctive aroma, but its vor provided some satisfaction.


    "We still have a long way to go." Samantha remarked, tucking the wrapper into one of her bags.


    Burp!


    A guy with a head of wild, curly hair let out a loud belch, drawing the attention of the other Holders.


    "S-Sorry!"


    "I hope this dungeon doesn''t throw two bosses at us." voiced a Holder with sses. A tail swayed behind him.


    "Shh! Don''t say things like that!"reprimand a girl in a robe, her staff towering over her. She frowned at the superstitious remark from the Holder with sses.


    d in the uniform of the Skara Guild, a design that struck a bnce between simplicity and elegance, they engaged in casual conversation while taking a rest. Yet, Samantha found her thoughts drifting, an unexined unease settling within her.


    Suddenly, the image of the man in the white mask and noble suit shed across her mind.


    She hadn''t bothered to warn him about the peril of venturing alone into a D-ss dungeon. If he courted danger, then let it be.


    "Let''s go locate the boss room." Samantha dered, rising to her feet.


    "Alright!"


    "Kay!"


    "Just what if? what if, by some chance, this dungeon has two bosses?"


    "Shut up!"

 Chapter 31: Traps

    <h4>Chapter 31: Traps</h4>


    Having satisfied his hunger, Dante ventured into the middle tunnel at a steady pace, his senses alert to every detail.


    The persistent drip of water provided a rhythmic apaniment to his steps.


    Over the course of nearly an hour, Dante encountered various creatures¡ªa mix of Vamp worms, Tailed Bats, and smaller monsters. Naturally, he dispatched them, each contributing to his growing stock of experience points.


    As he approached the two-hour mark, a sudden rush of air caught his attention.


    Whoosh!


    "An arrow?" Dante''s reflexes kicked in, enabling him to evade the projectile.


    Bang!


    A stone arrow, nearly two meters long, thudded into the earth.


    Whoosh!


    A second arrow was unleashed toward Dante.


    In a swift motion, Dante leaped, contorted, and unleashed a powerful kick, shattering the oing arrow.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    A barrage of arrows rained down on Dante. His eyes widened in realization.


    "There must be something ahead, and these arrows are dangerous." Dante concluded, swiftly unsheathing his sword.


    He deftly evaded the arrows, slicing and kicking, shattering them into harmless pieces.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    After a relentless assault, the onught of arrows finally ceased.


    Moving forward with heightened vignce, Dante recognized the presence of traps in this tunnel.


    He activated his Skill, Concentration.


    Within his mind, the cave''s intricate structure materialized. He could discern the faintest traces of monsters, observe even the tiniest insects on the ground, and urately gauge the cave''s diameter. Enhanced by the Mask of Support and a heightened Intelligence stat, Dante marveled at the newfound strength of his Concentration Skill.


    His heightened hearing allowed him to discern even the faintest sounds, like the intensified dripping of water.


    Click.


    Continuing forward, Dante suddenly heard a clicking noise as his Skill neared its end.


    Dante''s instincts kicked in, his hairs standing on end as he propelled himself into a high jump. In an instant, a multitude of spikes materialized below him.


    Whoosh!


    As he hung suspended in the air, a barrage of arrows was unleashed. Not just one, but five arrows converged, surrounding him. With mere seconds left on his Skill, Dante had to swiftly strategize while only having his primary assets as formidable stats and support Skills.


    Below him, a sea of spikesy in wait, their clustered arrangement leaving no room for error. Their sharp points posed a significant threat.


    In a swift motion, Dante summoned a shield and mace into his hands.


    Assessing the arrow trajectories and timing, Dante contorted his body, propelling the shield forward. He executed a precise mid-air spin, expertly deflecting the iing arrows.


    The pull of gravity intensified, drawing him ever closer to the perilous spikes below. With a forceful strike, he wielded the mace, shattering the impending danger. Then, in a hurried maneuver, Dante positioned the shield beneath him, cushioning hisnding.


    Bang!


    Silence fell.


    Dante blinked, his gaze fixed on the cave ceiling, the rush of excitement reced by a sobering reality.


    "Sh*t! That was dangerous," Dante thought, his bitterness evident. It was his first encounter with such treacherous traps. While Concentration had alerted him in time, his approach to handling them had been perilous. The traps were deeply concealed within the cave, beyond even Concentration''s reach.


    As he rose to his feet, the dust on his suit dispersed of its own ord, a testament to the suit''s self-cleaning feature.


    "I''m still green." Dantemented. While he''d grown adept at dispatching monsters, most of their abilities were straightforward. They didn''t require much strategic thought. But in a situation rife with unexpected traps, Dante recognized he had much to learn.


    Sigh.


    He sighed as he continued forward.


    ***


    Click!


    Another clicking sound pierced the air. Dante swiftly activated his Skill, his alertness and readiness more alert this time.


    With Concentration active, Dante meticulously scrutinized his surroundings. His body tensed, and his ears remained keen to every sound.


    In an instant, his hair stood on end.


    He turned his head just in time to witness a section of the wall on his right propel a square stone, still connected to the wall. The stone hurtled toward his head with rming velocity.


    Time seemed to slow down.


    Bang!


    Dante tilted his head, narrowly dodging the stone''s trajectory!


    Whoosh!


    Yet another wall discharged a square stone.


    Dante''s instincts kicked in, propelling him forward at full tilt.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    The walls continued tounch stones, creating an impromptu barrier behind him as the projectiles remained connected to the wall.


    Dante leaped, and a stone sailed through the spot where he had just stood. He swiftly retrieved another shield from his inventory, producing a resounding ng as he deflected yet another stone.


    He evaded the stones with remarkable agility, narrowly avoiding some while using his shield to intercept others.


    He ducked as a stone soared overhead, then adopted a low sprinter''s stance. As he prepared to leap, his Concentration skill began its cooldown.


    Bang!


    A stone erupted beneath him, catapulting him into the air. Dante''s vision whirled as he fought to regain control, keeping his wits about him. He couldn''t help but wish his Concentration skill could be active at all times. For now, he''d have to wait a few precious seconds before it was ready to use again.


    Bang!


    Another explosion resounded, striking him mid-air and propelling him forward.


    "Cough! I hate traps!" Dante hollered. While the stone hadn''t posed a lethal threat, the sensation was far from pleasant.


    Invigorate!


    He activated one of his Skills on himself.


    His body turned light and he could feel energy flowing inside him


    Thud.


    Dante executed a nimble roll on the ground, propelled himself with a powerful push, andnded several meters away from the stone barricade.


    Surveying the wreckage caused by the trap, Dante couldn''t help but break into a cold sweat.


    "What the hell? Shouldn''t they increase the level of traps slowly? Why the sudden bombardment?!" Dante muttered, bbergasted. The barricade stones are impossible to cross unless one shattered them, but looking at the number of stones, Dante concluded that he will probably take one to two hours just to destroy them.


    There was no other choice but to move forward.


    With his mind steadied, Dante resumed his exploration.


    ***


    "Huff!" Dante let out a heavy breath. He wiped away the imaginary sweat from his forehead, while behind him, boulders ranging from the size of a small car to that of a normal house littered the ground.


    Dante had confronted a variety of traps, each more frustrating than thest. There were winds sharp enough to cut skin,s made from unidentified materials, and even a copsing ceiling that promptly repaired itself.


    "Who devised these traps?" Dante grumbled, his patience wearing thin after dealing with them for over an hour.


    He decided it was time for a break to let his Health and Energy recover before pressing on.


    ***


    After the boulder encounter, no more traps sprung forth.


    Dante nced up and spotted five Tailed Bats hanging from the cave''s ceiling. They resembled normal bats, except they were considerablyrger.


    Deciding to kill them, Dante activated his Skill, Concentration.


    In an instant, his senses extended beyond the immediate vicinity, revealing a muchrger poption of resting Tailed Bats.


    Dante''s stride ceased, his once rxed muscles now taut with readiness.


    "Fortunately, my Concentration has grown more potent," Dante mused, discerning the presence of at least a dozens Tailed Bats above.


    He waited for his Concentration Skill to cooldown, then further waited for his Energy to replenish.


    Drawing a bow, Dante took aim at the nearest Tailed Bat.


    Whoosh!


    The arrow sped through the air.


    Sensing danger, the Tailed Bat jolted awake, its eyes widening. It attempted to shriek, but before it could vocalize, the arrow obliterated its head.


    Arrows followed suit, causing Tailed Bats to plummet. The resulting chaos roused the remaining slumbering creatures.

 Chapter 32: Statue

    <h4>Chapter 32: Statue</h4>


    Shriek!


    The dying wail of a Tailed Bat reverberated through the cave.


    Dex and hispanions stood back-to-back, three or four Tailed Bats circling above. One of them, a mustachioed man, advanced, delivering a forceful punch to the air. A crimson shockwave erupted, striking one of the Tailed Bats and sending it hurtling into the distance.


    "Nice!"


    The lone girl in their group raised her hand and brought it down with sudden force.


    Bang!


    A Tailed Bat plummeted to the ground, its bones splintering.


    Thest two Tailed Bats swooped in, wings beating with fury.


    Dex lunged at the creatures. His hands gleamed with a cerulean light as he impaled one Tailed Bat through the heart, while his other hand sought the neck of the second.


    Dexnded and he returned to his squad, the blood on his hands evaporating.


    "Are we halfway through yet?" Mailey inquired, while taking out a drink.


    "I don''t know," Dex replied, his gaze scanning the area. He spotted a Holder weighed down by bags.


    "Hey, you! What was your name again? Oh yeah, Lance, right? Go collect the monster cores!" Dexmanded, pointing to the Holder.


    Lance hesitated, but the memory of the pain he feltst time he objected was still fresh. He didn''t dare to refuse.


    "O-Okay!" Lance gingerly approached, gathering the cores. His hands trembled with nervousness, fearful that the tailed bats might awaken at any moment. Thankfully, they remained dormant.


    "Saves me from using my mana for such tasks." Mailey remarked, relieved she didn''t have to rely on her Skill to retrieve the cores.


    After a brief rest, they continued their journey.


    "There''s another tunnel up ahead. Let''s head in that direction," Dex instructed. Being the leader, the squad followed without a word of protest, falling in line behind him.


    They veered to the right, heading towards the tunnel.


    ***


    "Fireflies?" Dante mused aloud. The glow of the fireflies illuminated the solemn underground cave, lending it an unexpected vitality. Their movement seemed random, casting dancing lights throughout the space. Even the nts here had their moments of bioluminescence.


    The fallen bodies of tailed batsy behind him. Though the battle hadn''t been without its challenges, Dante found himself growing more adept at dealing with them over time. He had even leveled up, allocating the gained stat point to Defense. Dante resolved to systematically improve his other attributes toplement his Strength.


    He plucked a ''firefly'' and examined it, using the medal to scan it.


    An intricate image of the insect appeared, apanied by its detailed description.


    "Treasure Fly. A highly rare insect typically found in dungeons. When sighted, there''s a 99% likelihood that a treasure is nearby."


    Dante regarded this revtion with keen interest.


    "So, that exins the traps." he concluded, a gleam in his masked eyes. The notion of an imminent treasure thrilled him. What if this discovery could significantly bolster his abilities? Or perhaps its value in the market would relieve his financial worries for good.


    Securing his medal back inside his suit, Dante pressed onward.


    Treasure Flies were strewn about in every direction. As he continued, the cave gradually curved, the ceiling disappearing from view entirely.


    Abruptly, the normally erratic movement of the Treasure Flies synchronized. They converged into a single stream, directing their luminous paths toward the center of the circr cave. Illuminating the surroundings, they revealed a massive stone b, nearly three meters in height.


    The Treasure Flies circled the b briefly before dispersing, resuming their capricious dance.


    Dante stood before the stone b, its surface adorned with an intricately carved sapling. Every detail, from the delicate leaves to the sinuous curves of the young tree, was painstakingly etched, capturing the essence of nature''s enduring beauty within the unyielding stone. Oddly, the image felt strangely familiar to him.


    As Dante ran his fingers over the engraving, a sudden, grating noise emanated from the stone. Startled, he took a step back, watching in awe as the b shifted, revealing a radiant white light.


    After a thorough scan of his surroundings to ensure there were no hidden dangers, Dante stepped into the light. Who could resist the allure of a ce where treasure was nearly guaranteed? With a heart filled with anticipation, he embraced the unknown.


    A sensation of weightlessness embraced him, reminiscent of the moment he stepped into the dungeon.


    Gradually, Dante regained his sense of footing. It was a different sensation from the rugged, uneven terrain he had traversed earlier in the dungeon.


    Here, the ground beneath him was soft, carpeted with lush grass that spoke of fertile soil. The surroundings formed a dome, a verdant sanctuary.


    Though Dante began to walk forward, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to a particr feature of this ce: a statue.


    This sculpted figure bore the likeness of a female, crowned with a wreath of vines. Her hand was raised, as if bestowing a blessing upon thend. Surveying his surroundings, Dante noted other statues adorning the walls. They varied in age, some youthful, others aged, and a few bore features that transcended mere humanity, taking on the visages of angels and devils.


    Taking a deep breath, he approached the statue. It loomed above him, its height far surpassing his own. He came to a halt when he stood directly beneath the raised hand.


    Dante scrutinized the towering statue, a sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu tickling at the edges of his memory.


    ''I''ve seen this before, but where?'' he pondered, running his hand along the cold surface. Cracks webbed across the stone, testament to the statue''s age.


    The figures carved into the walls, all with eyes fixed on the central statue, disyed an array of emotions. One in particr stood out: a palpable, unsettling bloodlust. Dante, standing at the heart of this eerie congregation, had to steel himself against the overwhelming sensation.


    His gaze darted around, searching for the treasure he sought and a possible exit. Yet, nothing revealed itself; there seemed to be no way out.


    ''All I see are statues. Wait, what''s that?'' Dante wondered, fixating on a circr stone jutting out from the statue''s chest. ''Looks like a button.'' After a brief contemtion, he decided to push it.


    Instantly, the statue before him zed to life, forcing Dante to squint against the brilliant light. It emanated from the chest, coursing through the entire sculpture before returning to its origin. Then, as suddenly as it began, the radiance receded.


    Dante braced for a transformation.


    Slowly, the chest began to crumble, piece by piece, until it revealed a cavity within.


    "A gem." Dante breathed, spotting the softly glowing green stone nestled within the statue. He extended his hand into the opening and retrieved the gem, holding it up for closer inspection. Within the gem, he discerned a delicate pattern¡ªa small stem, barely visible.


    Ding!


    A notification chimed as Dante inspected the ''gem''.


    "You have found "Protector of Gaia" (Fragment)"


    "Protector of Gaia (Fragment): A fragment of the long lost artifact, Azkh. Once all the fragments are assembled, a change will ur that can influence the very fabric of the universe."


    Dante absorbed the description of the item he held. It sounded monumental.


    "System, how many fragments do I need to collect toplete this artifact called Azkh?" Dante queried, his curiosity piqued. He couldn''t fathom why such a significant item would be found in a D-ss dungeon. Usually, the most extraordinary treasures were discovered in higher-ss dungeons. Yet, the gem in his hand¡ªits specific purpose unknown¡ªwas clearly no ordinary artifact. The phrase "a change will happen that can affect the very fabric of the universe" spoke volumes.


    "You have 1 out of ten," the system''s emotionless voice echoed in his mind.


    "Only ten? But it''s not that hard to acqui¡ª"


    Bang!


    Dante was suddenly sent flying, crashing hard into the wall!

 Chapter 33: Fighting the Soldier Devil

    <h4>Chapter 33: Fighting the Soldier Devil</h4>


    Silence.


    After a while, a coughing sound echoed.


    Dante stood up, brushing off falling debris.


    "I take back what I said." Dante muttered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His lips were stained with blood, a clear sign of the impact he''d taken. The suit''s cleaning feature took care of it, the blood vanishing effortlessly.


    Just as he was about to mention how rtively easy it had been to find the gem, aside from the traps, he was abruptly sent hurtling through the air.


    Dante quickly identified the source¡ªan imposing statue, nearly three meters tall, its sculpted muscles defined, wings gracing its back, and a goat-like horn adorning its forehead.


    Then, a translucent screen materialized before him.


    "Acquisition trial: Commencing!"


    "Defeat the Soldier Devil (Statue).


    Rewards: 100,000 Experience points, Support Skill."


    "Alternative: Escape the Soldier Devil (Statue).


    Rewards: 50,000 Experience points, 3 Stat Points.


    Time Limit: 2 Hours."


    Dante couldn''t help but feel frustrated at the timing of the system''s intervention. Why did it require him to be hit first before issuing the quest? He didn''t dwell on this thought for long. Instead, he swiftly drew his sword.


    Rumble!


    A low, ominous rumble filled the chamber as Dante readied himself. His gaze darted to the wall behind the female statue in the middle. The walls quaked and then abruptly split down the middle, revealing a tunnel beyond.


    ''That must be the exit,'' Dante thought. He faced a crucial decision: confront the formidable Soldier Devil or opt for escape. The rewards for taking on the Soldier Devil were tempting, even surpassing his main quest, suggesting this will be a formidable challenge. The earlier hit had reminded him not to underestimate this opponent.


    The Soldier Devil remained immobile, akin to its stonypanions. Yet, Dante noticed their faces now directed at him. The air practically pulsed with bloodlust, the atmosphere more charged than before, the intensity palpable.


    Activating his Skill, Concentration, Dante raised his sword and stepped forward.


    But...


    A massive stone fist materialized before him!


    Dante''s eyes widened, and he swiftly raised his sword!


    Bang!


    An explosive collision erupted between Dante and the Soldier Devil. He staggered back, barely managing to defend himself against the punch, the impact resonating through his body. Sparks flew, and cracks spiderwebbed across his sword. His hands tingled, the sensation creeping into numbness.


    He clenched his teeth.


    Crack!


    The sword shattered!


    Bang!


    Dante was struck in the chest, hurtling him to the ground. He tumbled several times before finally halting.


    W-what the..." Dante could feel another rush of blood in his throat.


    The soldier devil remained motionless, just as before.


    Cough!


    Dante checked his health.


    60/145


    He knew he had to navigate this fight with care. With Concentration active, he immediately discerned that the statue didn''t budge while he was down. But there was also the possibility that it would strike if he took a step.


    Dante focused his thoughts. When he rose to his feet, he confirmed that the statue held its position, only moving if he did.


    He retrieved a shield and sword from his inventory, mindful of his limited weaponry.


    The Concentration Skill was nearing its cooldown.


    Dante took a moment to recover and let his body''s heightened healing factor work its magic. Thanks to the level-up, his body had undergone a significant transformation, allowing him to mend faster. His health climbed to 70/145.


    As the Concentration Skill entered its cooldown phase, Dante''s awareness of its limitation became evident. He crouched, shield on his left and sword on his right, preparing for the next move.


    With precision, he activated his Skill and lunged forward!


    Bang!


    The shield collided with the stone fist of the statue. Dante was resolved to defeat this formidable opponent, enticed by the promise of acquiring a valuable Support Skill. While his other abilities were potent, he recognized the need to reach even greater heights.


    Dante clenched his teeth, channeling every ounce of strength into his limbs.


    "I need to be faster." he urged himself, acutely aware of the statue''s unrelenting assault.


    As the force emanating from the statue surged, Dante felt the shield inching dangerously close to his face. He swiftly plotted his escape from this perilous stalemate, abruptly springing backward.


    Mid-air, he brought down his sword with tremendous force, the impact resonating through the dome-like chamber as the statue appeared in front of him.


    A resounding crack echoed as Dante''s de connected with the statue''s chest!


    Despite the visible fissure, only a shallow cut marked the soldier devil''s stony form.


    In a swift recovery, Dante raised his shield, bracing for the retaliatory blow.


    The statue''s fist hit his shield!


    The impact propelled him backward.


    Then the statue seemed to blur, reappearing before him like a phantom.


    Dante swiftly took out a mace from his inventory, delivering a powerful strike to the statue''s face. The head tilted, shards scattering, and cracks marred its once pristine features!


    ''Got it!'' as a sense of triumph surged within him, Dante recognized the pivotal role his choice of weapon yed in this battle. Just as he celebrated, a rush of air hinted at a kick iing from his right.


    Swiftly, Dante ducked and rolled to the side, wielding his mace in a counterattack. The statue blocked it using its hand, though Dante''s strike seeded in chipping away at its stony form.


    With a resounding thud, another kick from the statue hit Dante and hurtling through the air. Regaining hisposure mid-air, Dante approached the ground with the soldier devil standing ready. Seizing the opportunity provided by gravity, Dante swung down with his mace, prompting the statue to retaliate with a powerful punch!


    In a synchronized exchange of blows, Dante''s mace met the statue''s forceful punch.


    BANG!


    CRASH!


    Dante managed to crash the hand!


    But the mace also scattered into fragments while the soldier devil''s second hand struck, sending Dante hurtling towards the central female statue. With a deafening crash, the statue copsed in a shower of rocks, inflicting intense pain upon Dante, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.


    Fortunately, he managed to hoist his shield, minimizing the damage.


    "Now, I have to wait for the Skill to finish its cooldown." Dante muttered to himself, while initiating his Invigorate Skill on himself. The Invigorate Skill also acted as a powerful stimnt, offering relief from pain. However, Dante was acutely aware of the strain it could impose on his body if used excessively, especially in the midst of continuous damage. Having realized that the statue only responded to his forward movements, Dante saw an opportunity to take a breather, allowing for the cooldown period while he strategized for the next move. Yet, he remained mindful of the two-hour time limit imposed by the quest.


    Dante rose to his feet, brandishing his final mace with determination in his grip. He swiftly swapped out his shield, knowing the risks of changing equipment mid-battle.


    With a deep breath, he triggered his Skill once more. He took a step and as anticipated, the statue swiftly loomed before him, prompting Dante to strike with his mace.


    The ensuing sh reverberated through the chamber, the resounding impact of mace against stone hand and shield leaving a visible dent.

 Chapter 34: Defeating the Soldier Devil

    <h4>Chapter 34: Defeating the Soldier Devil</h4>


    Coughing harshly, Dante spits out a mouthful of blood, his body weakened and battered.


    Blood seeps from Dante''s umting wounds, overwhelming even his suit''s cleaning feature. Employing his Skill, Invigorate, energy surges through his body, gradually alleviating the pain. However, the bleeding persists, refusing to be stopped.


    Before him stands a formidable statue, nearly three meters tall, bearing a single wing and a goat-like horn on its forehead. It exudes an air of undeniable power, even in its damaged state with a shattered right hand and numerous cracks etched across its form. The statue gazes at Dante, unmoving.


    Beside his feety a shattered mace and a battered shield, riddled with cracks and dents.


    The loss of his final mace weighed heavily on Dante. Moreover, he now only had one shield remaining in his inventory. Swords proved ineffective against the statue, and hecked a cleaver or hammer that could serve as a viable alternative.


    Dante observed the statue, noticing the gradual signs of wear and tear.


    He checked his own status:


    Health: 25/145


    Energy: 14/145


    As the moments ticked by and his wounds multiplied, Dante''s recuperation dwindled.


    Taking out hisst remaining shield, he clutched his fist tightly. Determined to conclude this battle with only a fist and a shield, Danteunched himself forward!


    ***


    Dex and hispanions pressed onward with determination. Following their leader''s direction, they veered right into a new tunnel. Along the way, they encountered Vamp worms and Tailed bats, killing them without hesitation.


    They arrived at a junction where four tunnels converged, including the one that brought them to this point.


    "Which way now?" Mailey inquired, scanning the tunnels with uncertainty.


    "Let''s take a moment to rest." Dex decided. With a simple gesture, Lance stepped forward, intuitively understanding his task without the need for verbal instruction.


    As Lance set up their resting spot, he noticed the scorched ground at the center, along with remnants of used charcoal, now damp.


    "S-someone''s already been here," Lance informed Dex, his head slightly lowered.


    "Oh?" Dex moved closer and, upon seeing the signs of a recently extinguished bonfire, came to the same conclusion.


    Mailey joined them to inspect.


    "Could it be from the other group?" Mailey pondered aloud.


    "Likely." Dex agreed. The possibility that someone else had been here hadn''t crossed his mind. He had already assumed Dante was no longer in the picture, probably dead already. Venturing into a dungeon alone was exceptionally risky, unless it was an F-ss, and even then, it required exceptional talent and skill.


    Lance was nudged aside as they inspected the scorched ground. Then, a reprimand followed for not attending to his duties, as they noticed him simply standing there.


    Soon, a rudimentary bonfire was assembled, and they gathered around to rest.


    "We''ve been here nearly 28 hours. Still no clue where the boss might be," Mailey observed. They carried a return stone, so they weren''t concerned about being trapped. They could always leave when they wished. Their real concern was the possibility of not locating the boss, or encountering a boss that might prove to be beyond their capabilities.


    ''Death? We can just return if things get too dire.'' They hadn''t entered this dungeon with the intention of meeting their end, but rather to secure treasure or other valuable items that could satisfy their goals, Dex mused.


    "Hey, check for tracks and see where they lead!" Mailey directed Lance, who sat in a corner, nibbling on the meager amount of food he had brought.


    "I-I''m not good at doing that." Lance stammered, aware that his protest would likely be ignored.


    "What?! You expect us to do that?!" Mailey eximed, her frustration evident. Laughter erupted around him, and even Dex shot him a pointed look.


    Lance had no choice but to rise to his feet and try to deduce where ''they'' might be.


    Having no clue about what to do, he closed his eyes, randomly selecting a number between one and ten. Counting the tunnels, he moved towards the one corresponding to the chosen number.


    "I''ll be right back." he announced, but they paid him little mind, engrossed in their conversation.


    As he ventured further into the tunnel, Lance scrutinized his surroundings, paying particr attention to the ground in search of any trace left by the other group.


    "I should''ve stuck to F-ss dungeons." Lance mumbled, his regret palpable. This was his inaugural foray into a D-ss dungeon. He''d taken the chance, enticed by the greater rewards they offered. Just considering the value of the monster cores dropped by vamp worms or tailed bats, they eclipsed the worth of four or five ogresbined. The unique flora here held immense value as well. Though they''d promised to share something with him, he couldn''t help but feel skeptical. The way they treated him left room for doubt, and he wouldn''t be surprised if they tried to renege on their agreement.


    "To hell with them!" Lance spat out his frustration, though he only vented such sentiments when he was alone.


    Moving forward, Lance encountered the remains of vamp worms and tailed bats, their forms grotesquely mangled, either severed or crushed. The sight confirmed his suspicions.


    Noticing spears jutting from the ground and arrows embedded in the walls, he pondered, "Traps?" He proceeded with caution, wary of potential hazards that might remain untriggered.


    After a time, he came to a halt. Before him stood a barricade of stones, firmly affixed to the walls, obscuring Lance''s view.


    Lance''s eyes widened in realization. "This is a trap?" He couldn''t help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he took in the devastation it had caused. He knew he wouldn''t survive just for a second if he experienced that kind of trap.


    ***


    "I found their trail." Lance reported. His squad mates stood before him.


    "Alright, let''s move."manded Dex. The others got up and pressed on without sparing a nce for Lance.


    Lance swiftly gathered the bags from the ground and trailed after them.


    Before long, they arrived at the stone barricades.


    Gijah, the mustached member, struck them with a powerful punch. A resounding bang echoed as two barricades crumbled. Yet, these were just a fraction of what remained.


    "We''ll probably need at least an hour to clear a path," Dex estimated.


    After giving detailed instructions on how to navigate the obstacle, Dex couldn''t shake the feeling that this path might lead them to the boss room.


    Dex''s hands emitted a blue glow, and with a powerful push, stone debris scattered in every direction. His Skill allowed him to control this blue energy, enabling him to generate shockwaves, shoot beams, and enhance his attacks.


    Pressing on, the echoing sounds of their efforts reverberated through the cave.


    After at least two hours of strenuous effort, they finally found a moment to catch their breath. Alongside the stone barricades, they encountered a series of other traps¡ªsome already triggered, requiring only a path to be cleared, while others they inadvertently set off. Thankfully, they emerged from this trial with their lives intact.


    "What the hell? What kind of traps are these?!" Gijah cursed loudly. The supposedly simple task took an unexpected amount of effort.


    "T-they managed to pass through these traps?" Mailey wondered aloud, genuine surprise in her voice.


    Mailey was about to take a step forward when she bumped into someone. Looking up, she realized it was Dex before she could get angry.


    "Hey? Why are you just standing there?" Mailey asked.


    "Up ahead." Dex said quietly.


    "Huh!?" Mailey shouted in shock as she followed Dex. In front of her, lifeless bodies of Tailed bats painted the ground.


    Based on the quantity, they concluded that it was at fifty tailed bats.


    "They killed that many?" Mailey asked, amazement in her voice.


    "I don''t think so. If they have that kind of ability, they''d be considered a top-tier squad." Dex exined. Though they weren''t famous, they were familiar with many other groups. That''s why Samantha didn''t connect them.


    "Then who?" Mailey asked, her confusion evident.


    "That, I don''t know." Dex shook his head, his frustration evident.


    "Probably a monster." Gijah suggested, and theirst member nodded in agreement.


    Lance listened quietly to their discussion.


    "Let''s go." Dex ordered, and they resumed their journey.


    ***


    Crash!


    A hand smashed through the rocks, debris scattering in all directions.


    Suddenly, the sound of stones falling echoed through the chamber. The Soldier Devil statue crumbled into pieces as Dante''s fist managed to pierce through it.


    "Huff!" Exhaling loudly, Dante fell to his knees.


    Health: 5/145


    Energy: 1/145


    With a nce at his Health and Energy, Dante realized he was fortunate. With ample Energy to employ the Concentration Skill, he fought the statue with reckless abandon. Fist met stone, uncaring if his hand were to break, but he made certain to evade the statue''s retaliatory blows.


    His shield served a dual purpose, not only as a defensive barrier but also as a weapon, striking the statue with every opportunity. Blood smeared his entire body, painting him a grotesque figure. His suit, once pristine, was now stained a deep, visceral red.


    "Congrattions! You defeated Soldier Devil(Stone)!"


    "Rewards: 100,000 Experience points, Support Skill."


    Abruptly, a translucent screen materialized before him.


    A rush of wind spiraled around Dante three times before dissipating.


    He sensed an inner power went inside him, waiting to be harnessed. ncing at his stat points, he noted an increase to three. As moments passed, his wounds swiftly closed, leaving his body revitalized.


    Dante sat cross-legged, surveying the aftermath. The once-imposing female statuey in ruins, shards of the wall-embedded statues scattered about, and the ground showed signs of upheaval.


    "I''ll need to get new clothes." Dante mused, casting a rueful nce at his now crimson-stained white suit. The fabric clung ufortably and the scent of blood hung heavily in the air.


    Any regr person would have sumbed to the loss of blood that Dante endured.


    Suddenly, Dante''s eyes sparkled with anticipation. The prospect of gaining a support Skill was electrifying.


    As he essed his inventory, a new item gleamed from one of his slots¡ªa golden-glowing scroll. Without further ado, Dante decided to unfurl it.


    In an instant, a brilliant white light flooded his vision!

 Chapter 35: 3rd Skill

    <h4>Chapter 35: 3rd Skill</h4>


    His sight first turned blinding white, then plunged into pitch darkness.


    Emerging in a dimly illuminated chamber, he was epassed by a vast array of books. Some emitted an eerie glow, others radiated with brilliant light, while some remained unremarkably in. Standing there, a sense of eager anticipation coursed through him. Despite having just emerged from a perilous and monumental battle, his singr focus now was on acquiring a new skill.


    "Give me good Skill," Dante murmured, his gaze scanning the books.


    "Start selection?" The system interface materialized before him.


    Without a moment''s hesitation, Dante agreed.


    "Randomizing..."


    The books began to whirl around him in a clockwise motion, starting off leisurely before elerating. Dante''s vision blurred as the books spun faster.


    He tightened his grip on his fist, recognizing that even though they were only support skills, they could prove invaluable in battle.


    Initially, facing the soldier devil, confidence surged through him. However, as the battle wore on and he sustained more damage, a stark realization dawned: he was still far from strong. Despite leveling up and rapidly gaining power in a matter of days, simply engaging with the statue had nearly cost him his life.


    "And judging by the statue''s name, it doesn''t seem all that imposing," Dante mused, considering the possibility that he''d faced a rather ''weak'' statue.


    In the midst of his contemtion, the spinning books surrounding him suddenly halted, the silence palpable.


    Dante turned his head, his attention drawn to a specific book floating before him.


    "It''s emitting a bright white light," Dante observed. He remained uncertain about how the strength of a Skill corresponded to the intensity of its glow, having experienced it only once before, excluding the present moment. Perhaps they were merely special effects. Dante resolved to inquire about it from the systemter.


    The book, glowing white, stood resolutely in front of him.


    With bated breath, Dante awaited the introduction to this new Skill.


    "Congrattions! You have obtained Hasten!"


    "Skill Description: Makes your target faster by 10%"


    "Energy consumption: 25 Energy for 10 seconds."


    Dante had to do a double take when he examined the newly acquired Skill. Soon, excitement surged within him.


    "A Skill that can amplify my speed by 10%? If I factor in my Mask of Support, I''ll gain a significance increased in speed!" Dante thought, his enthusiasm palpable. The Mask of Support granted its user a 50% increase in any support-rted Skills.


    Initially, upon reading the description, he had deemed the Skill to be merely average. However, after a careful calction, he came to the conclusion that it was, in fact, a rathermendable Skill.


    "But a 25 Energy consumption is quite high. With my current stats, I can only use this five or six times, even without employing Invigorate on myself," Dante mused, though he promptly shook off the negative thought. Despite the limitation of a 10-second activation window, Dante believed that, given his increasing strength, that time frame would suffice for aplishing a great deal.


    "Do you wish to learn?" The system interface materialized.


    "Yes!" Dante affirmed.


    Suddenly, the radiant books surrounding him vanished, and the dark space transformed into blinding whiteness.


    After a brief interval, the ritual space materialized.


    Initially serene, the atmosphere gradually shifted. Dante could ''sense'' the mana in the air converging towards him, an array of colors both puzzling and exquisite. However, this captivating sight was abruptly disrupted as a translucent barrier erupted outward, with Dante at its epicenter.


    "Mana reconstruction going down the drain," he remarked, though it was said more for amusement than frustration. He remained puzzled as to why the system consistently rejected the mana. As it condensed to the point of seeming ready to explode, it suddenly receded, retreating to its source.


    Crack!


    The white space fractured, shattering like a mirror.


    Instinctively, Dante shut his eyes. When he reopened them, he could discern the uneven ground, the fallen statue, and the still-intact statues embedded in the walls.


    With a cheerful smile, he checked his status to confirm that the Skill, Hasten, had been added.


    "I should make my way out of here," Dante decided. He also verified that the Protector of Gaia was safely tucked away in his inventory. With that done, he headed towards the solitary tunnel in the cavernous dome. He paid no mind to his bloodstained attire, even though his wounds had already healed due to the level up.


    Ahead, Dante glimpsed a beckoning white light. Without a moment''s pause, he stepped into it, and a sensation of weightlessness enveloped him.


    ***


    Dex instructed Lance to check for any leftover monster cores on the ground as they continued their advance. Lanceplied without protest.


    "Should we rob them? They must have a substantial haul of monster cores after taking down this many," Mailey suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.


    Dex''s otherpanions turned to him, their expressions filled with eager anticipation.


    "Absolutely! Let''s bide our time for the perfect moment," Dex replied with a smirk ying on his lips. His teammates mirrored his sinister grin. The casual way they discussed robbery hinted that this was not their first venture into such territory.


    Lance halted his movements, gazing up at their retreating figures.


    Aware that they were far from virtuous individuals, hearing this conversation turned Lance''s stomach. However, he swallowed his disgust, knowing he couldn''t afford to provoke their anger.


    Inspecting a tailed bat with its head smashed, he shook his head in disappointment, unable to locate a monster core. He hadn''t checked them all, only those he suspected might yield something. After some time, he concluded that the monster cores had likely all been taken.


    Anticipating this, they didn''t react to Lance''s findings.


    They continued walking for nearly an hour before they came across something that brought them to a sudden halt.


    "Fireflies!" Mailey eximed.


    "Fireflies in a dungeon?" Gijah muttered, then his eyes widened, and all attention turned to Dex. Realization dawned. Those who had encountered this phenomenon inside dungeons emerged with extraordinary strength, while others unearthed treasures of unparalleled power. Their tales became legendary, propelling them to fame.


    However, this phenomenon was exceedingly rare, urring at least once every five years, and typically within higher-tier dungeons.


    "It''s a treasure fly!" Dex dered, confirming their suspicions. Each of them took a deep breath, knowing one thing was certain - a valuable treasurey ahead. This promise of immense worth ignited a spark of determination in Lance''s heart.


    "We must hurry! The other team may have already reached it!" Dex urged his team, his eyes glinting with avarice as he charged forward.


    The others swiftly followed suit.


    Dex harnessed his mana, further amplifying his speed.


    The treasure flies in the air grew more agitated as the group sped past them. Although they eventually returned to their erratic movements, they remained stationary, unlike when Dante had encountered them, leading him to the stone b.


    As they progressed, they discussed their n. Soon, the tunnel opened up into a circr cave, with an object standing prominently in the center. Dex slowed his pace, captivated by the sight before him.


    "Check the surroundings," Dex instructed, this time addressing everyone.


    "Alright!" they chorused, dispersing to scour the area for potential treasures. After a while, they returned, shaking their heads. Their gaze then settled on the solitary object in the cave.


    "I only found another tunnel," Gijah reported.


    "Some sort of relic?" Mailey ventured, her confusion evident. Dex and the others remained silent.


    With a resonant step, Dex advanced. He scrutinized the engraving on the stone b, focusing on the depiction of the sapling.


    "Looks like a door," Lance observed, drawing the attention of the others. Usually, they might have dismissed him, but the notion of a door led them to consider this possibility.


    Dex rapped on it a few times and ran his hand along the surface, searching for a button or mechanism that might trigger a response. He even used his Medal to scan the stone b, but it yielded no information stored in the database.


    "If it''s truly a door, they might be on the other side," Dex spected.


    As their frustration mounted, a sudden creak emanated from the stone b. Dex instinctively took a step back, meeting his teammates'' eyes, which sparkled with anticipation. Lance positioned himself at the rear.


    Lance drew a deep breath, steadying his pounding heart.


    The stone b pivoted open on one side, radiating a stream of white light. Gradually, a silhouette emerged.

 Chapter 36: Against Dex鈥檚 Squad

    <h4>Chapter 36: Against Dex''s Squad</h4>


    After a brief moment, the sensation of weightlessness faded, and Dante''s vision gradually returned to normal.


    ''Hmm?'' Dante was initially taken aback, but quickly grasped the situation.


    "It''s you?" Dex inquired, and the others also turned their attention to Dante, puzzled as to why he was the one emerging.


    Dex''s mind raced with countless thoughts, further confounding him.


    ''Is he alone?'' he wondered. Observing the amount of blood staining Dante''s clothes, particrly his mask, drenched in crimson, he surmised that they must have misunderstood everything from the outset.


    With a thud, the stone b closed, then disintegrated into ashes.


    A heavy silence descended. Dex and his teammates exchanged meaningful nces. After a moment, Dex fixed a hostile gaze on Dante.


    "It seems you''ve acquired something," Dex remarked with a smirk. Dante was the sole figure to emerge from the stone b.


    "I''m not sure how you managed to navigate those traps or what transpired within that b, but your luck has just run out," Dex dered, steadily advancing. His teammates moved in sync with him.


    ''Luckily, the other group isn''t present. This should be a breeze,'' Dex thought with excitement. He was convinced that dealing with Dante would be a straightforward task, especially considering Dante''s current state.


    Taking in his surroundings, Dante sensed the peculiar atmosphere in the air and couldn''t help but smile behind his mask.


    Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through his entire body, so subtle it was imperceptible even to Dante. He felt a warm sensation enveloping him, and a noticeable surge in strength. This phenomenon urred after he allocated his three unused stat points to Agility.


    "Give it to us," Dex demanded firmly, convinced that Dante held the treasure.


    "I have no idea what you''re talking about," Dante retorted icily.


    "The treasure! You saw the fireflies, didn''t you?" Dex eximed, growing increasingly frustrated.


    Dante merely shrugged.


    "Then we''ll take it by force!" Dex shouted, and they closed in around Dante. Lance, observing the scene, chose not to intervene, but he kept a vignt eye on the squad''s movement. A peculiar glint flickered in his gaze as he clutched a dagger tightly.


    Dante felt no fear; he simply stood, awaiting their next move.


    All at once, Dante noticed them shrinking before his eyes. Tilting his head downward, he realized he was floating. His gaze immediately pinpointed the source: a girl with shoulder-length hair, her right hand directed at him, wearing a smirk.


    In a swift motion, Dex lunged towards Dante!


    His hands emitted a blue glow, and his body exuded a mist of the same shade. With a resounding p, a shockwave rippled out, sending Dante hurtling backward!


    Bang!


    Dante collided forcefully with the wall, a plume of smoke obscuring their vision.


    ''I never expected to see you again. Hehe, and now, to think you''ve fallen into my grasp...'' Dex mused. Given the force he exerted, he was certain Dante was either dead or severely injured. He underestimated Dante, partly due to his confidence in his own abilities, and partly due to his tendency to look down on others.


    "Nice shot!" Gijah cheered, while Dex wore a triumphant smile.


    As they began to anticipate iming the treasure, the smoke abruptly swirled, a firm step echoing through the chamber, prompting their heads to swivel.


    "Is that the best you can do?" Dante challenged, calmly emerging from the dissipating smoke as if nothing had transpired. He''d crossed his arms in front of his chest just before impact, feeling only a faint numbing sensation in his hands.


    Even though he had allocated three stat points to Agility, his other attributes had also seen improvement, including his defense. With each increase in his stats, his entire physique underwent a transformative evolution.


    The damage Dante had received from Dex was nothingpared to what the statue, the soldier devil, had dished out.


    Dex and his teammates, frustrated yet oddly amused, burst intoughter.


    "Hahaha! You''ve likely sustained a serious injury and you''re still putting on a brave face?" Dex chortled, joined by Mailey and the others.


    ''What''s so amusing?'' Lance wondered.


    "It''s four against one! What can you do?" Mailey dered, gradually raising her hand. Despite their ignorance about Dante''s Skill, they remained confident.


    Dante felt himself levitating again, but this time he was prepared. Activating his Skill, Concentration, a myriad of thoughts raced through his mind, exploring potential strategies for his current predicament. A white light materialized in his hands, coalescing into a bow and arrow. Dante took aim at Mailey.


    Whoosh!


    With a swift sound, an arrow shot through the air at astonishing speed!


    They watched in surprise.


    "He can summon weapons!" Dex eximed, though he wisely didn''t ce himself in the arrow''s path.


    Their reaction came toote, the arrow already well on its way towards Mailey. Even if they activated their Skill, they''d be too far apart to intervene in time.


    Thud!


    Dante touched down, his gaze unwavering on Mailey. An arrow hovered in front of her, her forehead glistening with sweat. The moment Mailey intercepted the arrow, the mysterious force enveloping Dante dissipated. This instantly validated his suspicion on how to counter Mailey''s Skill.


    Mailey''s Skill was limited to a single object, and Dante''s use of Concentration had made it ringly obvious to him.


    "Sam! Protect Mailey!" Dex urgently directed their final member, Sam.


    They were well aware of Mailey''s vulnerability, and it was their own oversight that had exposed her. Sam possessed a Skill for enhancing his body, rendering him an ideal shield for Mailey.


    Sam activated his Skill, a discernible haze enveloping him.


    "That won''t happen again!" Mailey dered, raising her hand once more, but Dante had vanished from his spot.


    Bang!


    An impact resounded from the side. Dex''s hands, radiating a blue aura, intercepted a fist. Feeling the force behind it, he was taken aback.


    "Oh? You''ve got some skill. But that ends now!" Dex raised his other hand and aimed a punch at Dante, who had materialized in front of him.


    Whoosh!


    A powerful gust surged between them.


    Dante parried the strike!


    "What the-" Dex began, but before he couldplete his thought, a searing pain shot through his abdomen.


    BANG!


    Dex collided with the cave wall, coughing up blood as rock fragments tumbled around him.


    "DEX!" Mailey, Gijah, and Sam all cried out simultaneously.


    Gijah attempted to charge forward, but Dante intercepted him with a formidable presence.


    "Where do you think you''re going?" Dante''s voice, muffled by the mask stained with dried blood, sent shivers down Gijah''s spine. Despite the unease, he summoned his Skill andunched an attack against Dante!


    Bang!


    However, instead of Dante, it was Gijah who was sent airborne, tumbling several times before finallying to a stop.


    Dante marveled at the incredible power he now possessed thanks to his enhanced stats. Just three level-ups had resulted in a profound transformation of his physique. Every fiber, every muscle, and bone had been fortified to the extent that he could confront the soldier devil without sustaining significant injury, if they fight again.


    ''Leveling up is good.'' Dante thought while looking at the amount of experience points needed to level up.


    BOOM!


    Shockwaves reverberated from the spot where Dex had copsed, sending debris scattering in all directions.


    Dex emerged, surrounded by a potent haze. The radiance emanating from his hands was so intense it illuminated the otherwise dark cave.


    "How dare you! I won''t spare you even if you hand over the treasure willingly!" Dex bellowed. With a powerful push from his legs, he charged towards Dante, closing the distance in a matter of seconds.


    Seeing the formidable force behind Dex, Lance inhaled deeply. He tightened his grip on his dagger, silently hoping for Dante to perform a miracle. He didn''t know Dante personally, and like the others, he had assumed venturing into a dungeon alone was a perilous endeavor, one that would likely end with Dante bing monster fodder. Yet, witnessing how Dante had bested both Dex and Gijah, he felt a glimmer of hope.


    "I need a chance to settle the score," Lance resolved to himself. The memories of their mistreatment echoed in his mind; he clenched his teeth and closely watched the unfolding battle. They had treated him as less than human, not as a teammate, and this thought fueled his anger.


    As Dante''s Skill entered its cooldown phase and the peculiar force lifted him from the ground, Dante drew his bow and notched an arrow, taking aim at Mailey. However, Sam now stood in front of her, shielding her from Dante''s attack.


    ''Interesting,'' Dante thought. There was no trace of nervousness, only a surge of excitement.


    "It''s over for you!" Mailey dered inwardly. Her gaze fixed on Dex, whose form was enveloped in a deep blue haze. The pressure emanating from him grew increasingly intense.


    "So that''s the power nearing a third star?" Gijah pondered, observing Dex. Dex hadn''t yet undergone his second mana reconstruction, but he was on the verge of it. Gijah wiped the blood from his mouth and reactivated his Skill. They would no longer underestimate Dante.

 Chapter 37: Against Dex鈥檚 Squad (Part-2)

    <h4>Chapter 37: Against Dex''s Squad (Part-2)</h4>


    After a few seconds, Dante found that he could now employ his Skill, Concentration. He also noticed a swifter regeneration of his Energy as he leveled up.


    Dex''s forehead throbbed with anger, and with a resounding boom, he charged forward!


    Gijah refrained from entering the fray, choosing instead to observe. Sam, likewise, maintained his vignce, wary of any potential threat to Mailey.


    With only a few meters separating them, Dante suddenly lunged. However, his trajectory surprised them all; it was not directed at Dex, but rather toward Mailey!


    "Sam, block him!" Mailey cried out, raising her hand and aiming it at Dante. Sam''s body emanated a hazy aura, his muscles contracting in response.


    Dex followed Dante closely, his frustration etched across his face. He shouted at Dante''s back, "I''m your opponent!"


    Dante didn''t nce back, his focus fixed squarely on Mailey. Suddenly, an invisible force locked onto him. Dante anticipated this, but this time he didn''t float. He could feel his body growing heavy, the force pressing him down. His expression remained unchanged as he exerted more force through his legs, resulting in a resounding bang as he propelled himself forward!


    "Sh*t!" Sam thought.


    As they closed in on each other, Sam unleashed a powerful punch!


    Bang!


    Dante''s fist collided with Sam''s. Sam''s Skill amplified his bones and muscles, granting his strikes immense force. With his Skill, he could shatter an elephant''s skull as easily as a watermelon.


    Their strengths were nearly on par, but Dante remainedposed. It was already a feat that he could nearly match a Holder in strength, especially one with a Skill that bolstered their power.


    "His strength!" Sam was taken aback. He intensified the force in his fist.


    Dante sensed his fist being overpowered. Suddenly, an arrow materialized in his hand. He thrust it toward Sam''s eyes!


    Sam''s eyes widened. He swiftly raised his other hand to block the arrow.


    Bang!


    The arrow shattered into fragments, but simultaneously, Sam felt a powerful pull on his body. As the shards cleared from his vision, he saw Dex''s astonished face, and a fist hurtling toward him.


    The punchnded squarely on his face!


    Sam was sent flying. Witnessing this, Gijah lunged toward Sam, intercepting him mid-air.


    Capitalizing on the force''s direction, Dante managed to maneuver Sam onto his back, effectively making him the focus of Dex''s pursuit.


    "You are dirty!" Dex''s usation pierced the air, prompting Dante to shoot him a chilling re.


    "Dirty? Look who''s talking," Dante retorted, then redirected his attention to Mailey, now in his line of sight.


    "You!" Dex''s face contorted with rage, his nostrils ring and teeth clenched. However, he held his position, as Dante''s hand was already poised at Mailey''s neck.


    "W-what do you intend to do?!" Mailey''s voice trembled with fear. She took a cautious step back, her eyes darting around anxiously.


    "I''m not sure. Should I pierce your throat?" Dante''s words were like ice, and the eyes behind his mask bore an especially foreboding darkness, sending shivers down Mailey''s spine. Normally, Dante is not one for many words, but at this moment, he''s unexpectedly loquacious.


    Dante felt a surge of determination, no longer willing to tolerate their behavior. The sensation of asserting his dominance through power was oddly satisfying. Was it morally questionable? Perhaps, but Dante paid it no mind.


    He clenched his fingers together, an aura of bloodlust emanating from him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure approaching, heading towards Mailey.


    "Can you let me?" Lance''s voice was resolute, his grip on the dagger trembling with anger.


    Dante raised an eyebrow. He already had a good inkling of why, but he asked anyway.


    "T-they didn''t treat me like a human!" Lance''s voice was edged with frustration, teeth clenched in barely contained fury.


    "Shut up!" Dex''s voice boomed, silencing the tense atmosphere. Mailey and the others shot Lance furious res.


    "You shut up!" Lance retorted, his voiceced with defiance as he brandished his daggers, the sharp des pressing against Mailey''s neck. A thin trickle of blood seeped from the contact.


    Fear flickered in Mailey''s eyes, a nervous gulp audible in the strained silence. Dex was forced to swallow his anger, though his eyes remained fixed in a hostile re.


    Dante chose to step aside, intrigued to see how this standoff would y out. He crossed his arms, a spectator to the brewing conflict.


    Meanwhile, Sam rose, using his uniform sleeves to wipe away the blood from his battered nose. He exchanged a meaningful look with Gijah.


    "You took advantage of me! You beat me up for the slightest mistake and I nearly paid for it with my life! I was treated like a ve and I overheard your n to kill me once you had the treasure!" Lance''s voice rang out, his words punctuated by flecks of spittle.


    The memory of their cruelty surged within Lance; it was clear they harbored no concern for his well-being. And the revtion of their sinister n to dispose of him after securing the treasure only fueled his fury.


    Dex and the others avoided Lance''s gaze, their difort palpable. Dex tried to observe Dante''s actions, but found out there are no particr changes. The mask obscured any discernible expression, rendering Dante''s emotions hidden.


    ''Is he going to help this d*mbass?'' Dex wondered if Dante was considering helping Lance. He remained confident in his Skill, and what concerned him the most was the potential danger to Mailey. Each member of their guild was a valuable asset, and losing one could pose a risk to their entire guild. Furthermore, he sensed a significant threat emanating from Dante.


    ''Keep yourposure, Mailey! Your Skill could end that guy!''


    Sam, imposing in stature, and Gijah, with his distinctive mustache, stepped forward.


    Lance happened to catch sight of them, and the dagger in his hand pressed further against Mailey''s neck.


    "Stay back!"


    They had no choice but to halt their advance.


    "Do you truly believe I didn''t hear it?! I''ve endured your mistreatment for far too long. Is it simply because you have more wealth than me? Is it because your Skill has a higher rating? What gives you the right to treat me like garbage?!" Lance''s eyes widened, and his breathing grew heavy.


    Dex scoffed at his words, but he kept his true feelings concealed.


    As the pain throbbed in her throat, Mailey''s eyes darted around. Suddenly, she caught Dex mouthing the words, ''Calm down''. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her breathing. She began to think of ways to escape this perilous situation, her eyes gleaming with determination. Although fear still lingered, she was determined not to let it cloud her judgment.


    "I''ll have my revenge! And it starts with this!" Lance dered, yanking his dagger with the intention of building enough momentum to swiftly sever Mailey''s neck.


    Time seemed to stretch...


    In that moment, Dante glimpsed his former self in Lance ¡ª bullied, always defeated, perpetually subservient, never truly standing tall.


    Then, in the blink of an eye...


    Pischkk!


    The grim sound of flesh tearing apart resonated.


    A head was sent airborne, somersaulting on the ground beforeing to a rest.


    A figure stood smeared with blood.


    Mailey wiped her face, removing the stters. Observing the headless form at her feet, a sinister smile danced across her lips. Regaining herposure, she deftly employed a newfound technique of her Skill. Discovered only after herst dungeon run, it was still far from perfected, but Mailey managed to execute it.


    Her Skill granted control over objects or people, allowing her to lift, propel, or exert pressure on them, much like manipting gravity. This recent development, however, enabled her to manipte specific parts of the human body. She had wielded it on Lance,pelling his hand, clutching the dagger, to sever his own head.


    "Excellent work, Mailey!" Dex, Gijah, and Sam were initially taken aback, but their surprised quickly transformed into horror.


    In an instant, Dante appeared behind Mailey. His hands moved with swift precision, and with a brutal twist, Mailey''s head snapped to the side!


    "Mailey!"

 Chapter 38: Against Dex鈥檚 Squad (Part 3)

    <h4>Chapter 38: Against Dex''s Squad (Part 3)</h4>


    Thud!


    Mailey''s lifeless body copsed to the ground, smile of victory still gracing her face.


    Dante stared at his hands, Mailey''s body, and the headless form of Lance. A peculiar emotion stirred within him.


    In a way, he could understand Lance''s perspective. Even though he couldn''t be certain if what Lance had said was entirely true, it didn''t matter to him. He was also indifferent to the notion of seeking vengeance.


    He had the capacity to aid Lance back then, but he chose not to. Another thought crept into his mind.


    "That feeling..." Dante mused, recalling the feeling of taking another''s life. His introspection, however, was abruptly interrupted by a resounding shout.


    "F*ck! Let''s kill this guy and grab the treasure!" Dex roared, swiftly charging forward.


    Sam and Gijah activated their Skills and sprinted towards Dante.


    Dex''s mind remained fixated on the potential ''treasure''. Where there was a treasure fly, there was bound to be valuable loot. Though he was uncertain of what it might be, he wasn''t about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.


    "Kill them too." This thought echoed in Dante''s mind, as if whispered directly into his ears. It felt almost instinctual. After all, they had shown intent to kill him, so why not reciprocate?


    This time, Dante chose not to activate his Skill, Concentration.


    "As I level up, my mind bes swifter and more resilient. I should be able to handle them without relying on Concentration," Dante surmised. He had used Concentration in their initial encounter out of habit, always preferring to engage with his Skill activated.


    Suddenly, Dex stood before Dante in a matter of seconds, with Sam and Gijah nking him.


    Behind his mask, Dante couldn''t help but smile.


    Dex positioned at the forefront, while the other two nked him. Dex''s hands radiated a brilliant blue light, pulsating with lethal intent, as he threw a punch!


    Simultaneously, Sam and Gijahunched their own assaults!


    Boom!


    An explosion erupted, forcing them to stagger back a few steps. Dust billowed, obscuring their vision.


    "He couldn''t have survived that!" Gijah asserted, while Sam merely smirked. This wasn''t their first synchronized attack, and their timing was impable.


    Dex spat on the ground, his frustration still not satisfied.


    As Gijah contemted whether to intervene, he suddenly heard the wind rush past behind him.


    A fist hurtled towards his face!


    Bang!


    Gijah was sent flying, crashing hard into the ground. Gijah''s Skill was aptly named "Air Burst." While it allowed him to manipte the air explosively, it didn''t directly enhance his physical defense. This is why Dante''s punch, nearly on par with Sam''s (post-Skill activation), was able to break his nose and jaw.


    Fortunately for Gijah, the ritual that granted him his first Skill had augmented his physique to a level far beyond that of an ordinary person.


    Dex and Sam''s eyes widened in astonishment.


    "His Skill is strange!" Dex called out to Sam. They were uncertain if Dante''s Skill could enhance his strength and speed. The only clue they had was Dante''s ability to summon weapons seemingly out of thin air.


    Just as Sam was ready to charge at Dante, Dante moved, instantly appearing before him.


    Witnessing this, Sam shouted and threw a punch!


    Dante tilted his head to the side, evading the blow, and swiftly delivered a kick to Sam''s stomach.


    Bang!


    Sam collided with the wall.


    Dante lowered his foot.


    ''No cooldown? That''s convenient,'' Dante mused, noticing that his Skill, Hasten, didn''t have a cooldown period after use. While the Skill was bound by a time limit, it could be reactivated as long as he had sufficient Energy. This pleased Dante.


    Yes, Dante had employed Hasten.


    ''I never realized I could move this fast.''


    Dante nced at the remaining duration of his Hasten.


    Three seconds.


    Watching Dex engage him head-on, Dante surged forward.


    He felt weightless, and every movement seemed to ur in slow motion.


    As they closed the distance, Dante''s and Dex''s fists collided, sending shockwaves rippling out.


    They rebounded and re-engaged. Dante promptly activated his Skill, Hasten, the moment it ended. Though it granted an additional 10 seconds of use, in Dante''s perception, it felt like much more.


    Bang!


    Bang!


    Bang!


    They shed repeatedly.


    Bang!


    Dex took a blow to the stomach, blood threatening to spill from his mouth. In a swift motion, Dante appeared at his side, delivering a kick to his face!


    Blood sprayed onto the ground as Dante''s kicknded, causing Dex''s lips to burst.


    "You bastard!" Dex bellowed, conjuring a surge of his Skill that pushed Dante back. Seizing the opportunity, Dex threw a punch, unleashing a blue shockwave.


    With a resounding bang, the ground was upturned, but Dante had already vanished from that spot.


    Suddenly, a peculiar assortment of ''objects'' rained down, some of themnding on Dex''s body.


    Upon inspecting his shoulder, his eyes widened.


    "A f-finger?"


    Dex scrutinized the fallen ''objects'' alongside the cracked ground.


    "That''s... Sam!" Dex shouted, realization hitting him like a thunderbolt. He hadn''t noticed Sam standing behind Dante, obscured by Dante''s presence. Even if he had, his anger had overridden any care he might have felt at that moment.


    His forehead pulsed with rage, the grinding of his teeth echoing in the air. He searched for the perpetrator.


    But it was toote.


    Crack!


    The sound of bones snapping reverberated, forcing Dex to turn towards the source of the noise. Tremors coursed through Dex''s body. His hands radiated an even brighter light.


    "Calm down, you''ll wake him up," Dante cautioned, pointing at the unconscious form of Gijah before him. He effortlessly twisted Gijah''s head, ensuring he remained out cold, forever.


    "ARGH!!! DIEEE!!" Dex screamed. In truth, he wasn''t as upset about his fallenrades as he was seething with anger over the humiliation Dante had dealt him. His pride stung, and he refused to acknowledge the possibility of defeat.


    Dante smiled behind his mask.


    ''I like this feeling,'' Dante mused as he stepped over Gijah''s prone body.


    The haze surrounding Dex intensified. The radiance on his hands suddenly spread to envelop his entire form.


    Abruptly, his speed increased!


    Witnessing this, Dante triggered his Skill, Hasten.


    ''I''m ying too much. I could kill him even without Hasten,'' he contemted, ncing at his remaining Energy.


    The battle against the statue had been far more intense than this encounter. The statue could easily kill their group. The only reason this skirmish had extended was because Dante had wanted to adapt to his enhanced physique and familiarize himself with his new Skill, Hasten.


    Dante surveyed the area and spotted Lance''s dead body. His eyes gleamed, and he swiftly darted toward it.


    Boom!


    The spot he had just upied erupted, with faint wisps of blue energy lingering in the air.


    Dex trailed closely behind Dante.


    Approaching Lance''s body, Dante crouched down and retrieved a dagger, the very one Lance had wielded. With only a bow and arrows left in his inventory, and deeming them ineffective against Dex, Dante opted for Lance''s dagger.


    With a swift turn, Dante saw Dex''s enraged expression drawing nearer.


    Without a moment''s pause, Dante shed with the dagger!

 Chapter 39: Skara Guild

    <h4>Chapter 39: Skara Guild</h4>


    Author note: The novel will have changes from here on out, specifically the writing style. Don''t worry, the story will start to get better here. Congrattions foring this far! Hope you enjoy this chapter!


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    Dante''s dagger shed with the surging blue energy. Visible cracks appeared on the weapon, yet it persevered, passing through the energy. His opponent''s eyes widened, unable to react swiftly enough. The dagger struck home, sending a spray of blood into the air.


    Dex swiftly retreated, clutching his wounded neck. He retaliated with a forceful punch,unching another azure projectile at his foe. However, the masked holder before him vanished like a shadow. Sh*t! He''s fast!


    The figure Dex sought to eliminate and im the treasure suddenly appeared behind him. Without a moment''s hesitation, Danteunched a punch aimed squarely at the back of Dex''s head.


    In a panic, Dex conjured a hasty barrier of pulsating blue energy. It shattered almost instantly upon forming, unable to withstand the tremendous force of Dante''s level 27-enhanced blow.


    The resounding crack reverberated loudly, a satisfying confirmation of Dante''s power breaking through. The receiver of his strike was sent hurtling for dozens of meters before finallynding. Only the whites of his eyes were visible. Had Dante not held back at thest instant, brain matter would have painted the air.


    His final thoughts: Argh! The treasure, and I''m still a virgin!


    Dante shut his eyes and released a slow breath, willing the tumultuous emotions to dissipate. The intrusive voice in his head faded into silence. He shook his head, dismissing his inner turmoil as the natural conflict of taking a life for the first time.


    As moments passed, the metallic smell of blood grew stronger, mingling with the grim memory of the battle in his mind.


    Dante''s gaze fell onest time upon his <i>work</i>: Dex, Sam, Mailey, Gijah, and Lance, their once vibrant forms now lifeless. After a few heartbeats, Dante''s stomach churned. He retched, the acrid taste of bile intensifying the turmoil in his gut, until he had emptied the contents of his stomach. It took a while, but he eventually regained his footing and wiped his mouth.


    First time, and it''s a massacre. He mused, shaking his head. But they had iting, greedy bastards.


    He took a moment to rest, then made his way towards a different tunnel, avoiding the oneden with traps. It held no further significance.


    Dante summoned his status screen as he walked. To his disappointment, his experience points remained unchanged. He made a mental note that killing other holders wouldn''t enhance his strength.


    A sudden growl emanated from his stomach. Recognizing the signal, Dante retrieved a portion of cooked meat from his inventory.


    This is not good, I need more food with higher protein. He reflected after devouring the morsel in a couple of bites. Still unsatisfied, he reached for another, but it too fell short.


    Dante assessed the contents of his inventory, tallying both cooked and uncooked meat. He realized it would only sustain him for a day or two, even if he attempted to ration it. However, these meager rations would equate to a week or two of sustenance for an average person.


    He pressed on through the tunnel, the journey monotonous and uneventful. The ground was adorned with luminous nts, and tiny, unidentified insects scuttled about.


    Dante''s mind couldn''t help but drift to the <i>gem</i> resting in his inventory. As he walked, his contemtions echoed in the tunnel. That statue had yielded a substantial bounty of experience points. The statue provided a significant boost in experience points, so locating more of those ''stones'' would be advantageous.


    However, I have a lot on my te at the moment, Dante thought.


    Once this dungeon was conquered, he resolved to prioritize his main quest.


    His medallion suddenly emitted a rhythmic sound, catching Dante''s attention. Intrigued, he cradled the medallion in his hand, studying it.


    "Alright, hear me out¡ªthere might be two bosses in this dungeon!"


    Dante caught wind of a voice up ahead. Before him, the tunnel forked into left and right directions. The masked figure continued, clutching the medallion.


    "Can you just shut up for a second?" A slightly high-pitched voice retorted, dripping with irritation. Definitely a girl.


    Before long, Dante reached the intersection and turned to his left. A girl adorned in a robe with what appeared to be a uniform underneath stood, brandishing a staff at another holder. This figure sported sses and a tail swaying behind him, also donning the same uniform.


    The trio locked eyes for a heartbeat before the girl let out a shrill cry, "Ah, humanoid monster!"


    In an instant, Dante swiftly dodged to the side, his previous position shattering as the girl struck it with her staff.


    A strength type? he pondered about the girl''s Skill then his attention was drawn to another direction as the holder with tail began to morph. The once humanoid face contorted into that of a feline, resembling a panther. The newly transformed figure now stood at an imposing three meters in height, with hands now menacingly transformed into sharp ws.


    The girl elerated, emerging at Dante''s left, while the panther mirrored her move on his right.


    Dante made the choice to counterattack. The three were on the verge of contact when a powerful gust of wind materialized, forcefully separating them.


    "Enough, you two!" A woman strode forward, dressed in casual attire¡ªan unassuming windbreaker, jeans, and sneakers, far from the typical Skara Guild uniform. It was clear she prioritizedfort over formality.


    Upon hearing this voice, both the girl and the panther halted in their tracks. They swiveled their heads towards her, perplexed as to why she had intervened to kill the <i>monster</i> before them.


    Samantha pressed a hand to her forehead in exasperation. "Take a closer look. He''s just covered in blood. You mistook him for a monster?"


    The girl and the now-transformed holder redirected their gazes to Dante. It didn''t take long for them to realize their error, and a flush of embarrassment swept across their faces.


    "I''m just following my instinct. You know the nature of my Skill, right?" The panther gestured towards the girl. "It''s Trina''s fault for attacking out of nowhere."


    Trina, still agitated, scratched her cheek, giving the transformed holder a re before shifting her attention to the masked figure.


    "Hey, you. Who are you?" Trina inquired, her embarrassment now reced by irritation.


    "Eka?" Before Dante could respond, Samantha interjected, her gaze fixed on her now silent medal. She then assessed Dante from head to toe before shifting her attention to the tunnel he had emerged from.


    "Yes," Dante replied, his mind conflicted between getting back at them for their attempted attack and letting it slide. He then nced down at his blood-smeared body, realizing why the girl had reacted the way she did.


    "What happened to you? It looks like you''ve been through a lot," Samantha remarked, though she had a hunch that he wasn''t one for lengthy conversations, given their prior encounter. So, she wasn''t surprised when Dante offered only a single word before turning away.


    "Nothing."


    "Wait! Where are you going?" This time, Trina inquired, but all she received in response were the echoing footsteps of Dante.


    She was about to trail after him when a hand restrained her.


    "Panthy?!" Trina snapped, vexed at the panther blocking her way.


    "He''s dangerous. I can smell different types of blood on him, at least one or two, and don''t call me Panthy!" Panthy retorted, shifting back to his half-human form. He slipped his hands into his pockets and took out his sses.


    Trina eyed him skeptically. "You''re not just being pessimistic, are you? He''s alone. We can handle him if he tries anything funny." She then nced at the other man in their group. He had curly hair, brown skin, and stood above average in height.


    "I don''t need your opinion, Curly," she retorted before turning towards Samantha.


    I haven''t even said anything, and my name''s not Curly, Curly thought, scratching his head.


    "Trina, listen to him. He has a better sense of danger than all of us," Samantha advised, prompting the feisty girl to pout.


    "We should follow him. This is the correct tunnel, right?" She directed her question to the panther, and Panthy''s nose twitched.


    "Yup," Panthy confirmed, striding in the direction Dante had taken. "I can smell it."


    "I just want to gather information from him," Trina muttered, quickening her pace.

 Chapter 40: Opium Red

    <h4>Chapter 40: Opium Red</h4>


    Dante chose to venture ahead without a specific destination in mind, yet somehow found himself heading in the right direction. Eventually, the tunnel adorned with various nts transitioned into andscape dominated by vibrant red flora.


    Suddenly, a light-headed sensation washed over him, but he limated after a few moments. Intrigued, he plucked one of the red nts and, using his medal, proceeded to scan it.


    <i>Opium Red: The primary sustenance for Tailed bats and a customary offering to the matriarch of their species. This nt releases a fragrance that induces light-headedness and, in higher concentrations, hallucinations.</i>


    As Dante read the description, he grasped the cause of his own dizziness. "Ah, they''re freshly plucked," he noted, surveying the area where the vegetation appeared conspicuously sparse.


    There must be another horde here, and the matriarch is the boss in this dungeon? Dante spected, then pondering the possibility of encounteringrger tailed bats.


    Dante pressed forward, either front or back. However, the path ahead presented the most obvious route if he intended to conquer this dungeon. He navigated the uneven rock and trod upon the opium red. Along the way, he encountered freshly plucked red nts, yet no sign of any tailed bats¡ªonly traces of their feces.


    As Dante progressed, the amount of opium red increased, adorning the ground, walls, and even the ceiling. He had to steady his mind, feeling the onset of dizziness and hearing faint voices in his head¡ªan obvious side effect of the red nts. Although itsted only a few seconds before he managed to adapt, it remained an unsettling sensation.


    After walking for a while, intermittently stopping to adjust, Dante found himself growing ustomed to the effects of opium red. He concluded that his body, having undergone 27 evolutions, was likely the reason for this phenomenon. This led him to ponder what kind of constitution he might develop if his level continued to rise.


    Once his body limated to the effects, his pace became steady. Before long, he heard the distinct pping of wings. Looking up, Dante spotted tailed bats descending, evidently drawn by the opium red.


    Atst, an opportunity for experience points. Without a moment''s hesitation, Dante dashed towards them, covering several meters in the blink of an eye. The sounds of flesh tearing and erupting filled the air. With just five precise strikes, the masked holder dispatched his prey.


    Still hungry for more, Dante sought out additional targets. Thankfully, themotion had drawn the attention of tailed bats further ahead. The hordes he anticipated had finally arrived. Before long, his experience points began to steadily climb.


    Given that this appeared to be their feeding ground, the horde here was evenrger than the one he had encountered before. Yet, this worked to his advantage¡ªa crimson-d holder amidst the tailed bats. His form was momentarily drowned, but Dante continued to strike, killing one or two monsters with each powerful punch.


    The defense of the tailed bats proved to be weak, allowing Dante to handle them, even when outnumbered, with just a punch. Their sonic attack initially affected his mind, but his body swiftly adapted. He made sure not to make himself an easy target, employing skills like Hasten, especially in his barehandedbat. Additionally, he maintained a vignt watch over his Energy levels.


    The mor of battle spurred the Skara Guild into swift action.


    "There''s a swarm of tailed bats screeching!" Trina said, the dying shrieks of the creatures echoing in the distance. Her mind then drifted to the red-d figure she had nearly shed with. "Is he taking them on?"


    "It''s likely the other boss causing havoc! We''re all done for!" Panthy warned, his tail bristling with tension.


    "For goodness'' sake, just be quiet, alright?" Trina scolded.


    "Let''s pick up the pace. I believe he''s in trouble, and we should lend a hand," Samantha urged, quickening her stride. "And be cautious of the effects of the red nts."


    "Why assist him? Isn''t he a threat?" Curly inquired, ncing at Panthy for his opinion.


    The panther nonchntly shrugged his shoulders. "Don''t look at me, I just sensed it, and the blood on his body carries various scents. Besides, what''s the use if we''re all..." He trailed off, goosebumps prickling his skin as he saw Trina brandishing her staff.


    "We are not like the other group, unreasonable and shameless. He didn''t do anything against us. But although we''re going to help him, we should still stay alert. We can never truly discern the nature of humans," Samantha reasoned. Her teammates nodded in agreement.


    They were familiar with her personality, so they didn''t protest. In fact, they were in agreement with her assessment. Still, he does look quite menacing, Trina reflected.


    Before long, mingling with the scent of opium red, they detected a familliar odor. The ground ahead was painted with green blood, but what truly captured their attention were the scattered bodies of tailed bats.


    After scrutinizing the scene for a while, they pressed forward. They couldn''t help but be taken aback by the sheer number of kills the crimson-d figure, <i>Eka</i>, had amassed. The deeper they ventured, the more lifeless bodies they encountered¡ªsome decapitated, others with stomachs pierced, and a few even missing their upper halves.


    He is quite strong. Samantha mused about Eka, considering him the most likely instigator of this carnage. She felt a surge of relief for intervening earlier; otherwise, a gruesome confrontation might have ensued. She sensed her teammates shared a simr sentiment.


    Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Observing her teammates experiencing the same, she swiftly raised her hand, conjuring a protective gust of wind around them. Gradually, the effects of the opium red began to wane, carrying the scent of green blood away with it.


    "We''ve caught up," Samantha announced, easing her pace. Just a few meters ahead, Dante was leisurely devouring meat in hand.


    Dante had already sensed their approach, turning to find them watching him with curious expressions. He nced at his food, then, seeminglyprehending, hesitantly raised it. "Would you like some?"


    "Ah, n-no thank you," Samantha replied, her teammates echoing simr sentiments with hesitant headshakes.


    Alright then," Dante replied, resuming his stride. He swiftly eat off his meal, wary they might change their minds or attempt to snatch his leftovers.


    "So, are we still going to help him?" Curly interjected, seemingly out of nowhere.


    "No sh*t we''re going to help him. Just look at him, gobbling down his food like we''re going to steal it," Trina retorted, irritationcing her tone. Their efforts to hasten seemed in vain.


    "He must''ve taken down at least a dozen," Curly marveled quietly, drawing a nce from the petite girl.


    "Hmph, we could do that too," Trina responded, a touch of smugness in her tone.


    Samantha let out a sigh and shifted the conversation, directing her question to Panthy, "Are we close?"


    Panthy''s nose twitched, and he responded, "Very close." His Skill granted him the ability to morph into a hybrid of panther and human, heightening his senses, particrly his keen sense of smell. When fully activated, he could transform into a three-meter-tall panther, endowed with enhanced strength and speed.


    They trailed after Dante.


    "By the way, we haven''t seen any signs of the other group," Trina observed.


    "They''re probably lost, or..." Panthy''s gaze flicked to Dante''s back, lingering on the dried blood. Most of it bore Dante''s scent, but the rest was undeniably foreign. Strangely familiar.

 Chapter 41: Teaming Up

    <h4>Chapter 41: Teaming Up</h4>


    The dungeon''s tunnel was spacious enough to amodate a small house. Dante couldn''t help but wonder about its origin. It resembled abyrinth, where one could potentially spend an entire day lost, unless aided by someone skilled in navigation or possessed an uncanny stroke of luck, leading them in the right direction no matter where they go.


    There it is. A few meters ahead, Dante spotted a circr tform with the familiar stone hovering above it. Simr to the ce where he found the stone b, the tunnel transitioned into a cavern. In the center stood the teleportation tform, surrounded by scattered opium red nts and lifeless vamp worms. They just piled up their offerings? How filthy.


    The cavern stretched at least a dozen meters high and the cave''s walls were uneven, but one section stood out¡ªan odd, circr indentation.


    "Your nose is right, Panthy," Trina dered, twirling her staff to remove traces of green blood.


    "Of course I''m right," Panthy praised himself, chest puffing then retracted as the name given to him by Trina frustrated him. It sounds gross.


    Panthy was confident about their destination. Using his keen sense of smell, he caught the scent of the opium red and the faint aroma of the teleportation stone.


    Curly chuckled from the side, then raised his hands towards his teammates. Suddenly, green orbs materialized and streamed towards his squad, entering their bodies. Their weariness vanished, and Curly''s Skill revitalized them.


    "Thanks, Curly," Trina expressed her gratitude, and Samantha nodded with a smile.


    "Thanks, but what if this green orb has some side effects?" Panthy thanked Curly, but couldn''t resist adding a pessimistic remark which made Trina shot him a sharp look, and Curly smiled wryly. Samantha massaged her aching forehead.


    Before arriving here, Dante had battled another horde of tailed bats. Since the Skara Guild was close behind him, they ended up joining the fight. It made him uneasy, feeling like they were stealing his experience points, but he chose to let it slide.


    This also provided an opportunity to see their Skills in action. Samantha, the leader, wielded control over the wind, which she honed into a cutting force against their adversaries. The girl with a fiery temper disyed impressive strength. When she activated her Skill, her staff erged, suggesting she might have the ability to erge other objects as well. Panthy''s panther Skill was innate, and the curly-haired holder had a supporting Skill.


    They decided to let Dante collect the monster cores first, watching to see if he would try to take all of them or leave the ones they had personally defeated. Luckily, he showed no signs of greed, which put the team at ease.


    Samantha''s eyes brightened. He''s not too bad, after all.


    After studying the tform for a moment, Dante made his way towards it. He had to clear away the piled-up red nts and vamp worms to reach the stone. As he kicked away the worm monsters, he heard Samantha''s voice, "Eka, let''s team up against the boss."


    Dante turned around, saying nothing, and waited for her to continue.


    "I understand you''re powerful, but if we join forces, we can take down the boss more easily and reduce the risk of injury," she proposed. She chose to let her guard down a bit, swayed by his actions in not taking all the monster cores. Although Panthy had a different opinion.


    "Just make sure you won''t get in my way," Dante replied after a pause, then went back to his task.


    Samantha''s eyes brightened. She raised her hand, summoning a gust of wind that swirled around the tform, sending the obstacles scattering to the side. The circr tform was now clear of red nts and monsters. This spared them the effort of having to clean it manually.


    "It might help if we share our Skills," Samantha proposed. "I can manipte wind, A-rated."


    She then gestured towards the other girl in her team, "This is Trina. She gained formidable strength from a ritual and can erge objects. She''s rated B."


    "Apologies for the bted introduction," Trina dered, striking her staff against the ground and lifting her head, "I''m actually the strongest in this group. So mind your manners. And here we have Panthy and Curly." She motioned her staff towards the two men.


    The feline stepped forward, shooting a re at Trina before she responded with a smirk. "I have the ability to transform into a powerful panther, as you can see. I''m not inclined to trust you just yet. What if you decide to sabotage us? What if you¡ª"


    "Don''t pay him any mind, he''s always a bit pessimistic, but he''s rated B," the leader interjected.


    "Hey, I''m their support. Also B rated. If you''re feeling tired or if you have any wounds, just let me know, I''ve got a Skill for that," Curly chimed in.


    "You can call me Eka. I''m rated C," Dante considered which Skill to share, but ended up saying, "My Skill? I''m strong."


    This left the four holders momentarily speechless. Shameless, Trina thought. Samantha chuckled, pleased that Dante had more to say than a single word.


    "For a C rated, you must be quite talented," Samantha praised, sensing the atmosphere lightening as they moved towards the stone.


    "You don''t have to disclose your Skill if you''d rather not," she added. It wasmon for holders to keep their Skills private, and even if shared, it was often something fairly obvious. "By the way, are you a member of any guild?"


    "Tribunal Guild," Dante replied.


    Samantha pondered for a moment, then shook her head. "Doesn''t ring a bell, sorry."


    "Tribunal Guild? That sounds familiar... Oh, I remember now. Manny is their agent," Curly said, ncing up from inspecting his equipment.


    "Ah, you''re familiar with them?" Samantha inquired. Dante was also curious; as far as he knew, their guild wasn''t particrly well-known.


    "I met him at a bar..." Curly exined, a hint of embarrassment in his voice at the mention of a bar. "He tried to recruit me, but I declined, of course. It seems he''s found a strong one."


    "I see. Good for them, then."


    After checking their equipment, they turned to Dante, puzzled by hisck of bag or gear. His response was simple, "I don''t need it."


    After a while, they gathered around the floating stone.


    Curly and Panthy closed their eyes, taking deep breaths trying to adjust their state of mind. Then, the sound of stone crashing disrupted their concentration.


    Startled, they opened their eyes to find Trina holding her staff with both hands. Beneath her weapony the obliterated teleportation stone.


    The girl in the robe blinked at them, seeming oblivious to her seemingly rude action. Even Dante, standing to the side, was left speechless. Samantha, however, appeared unfazed.


    "Why are you all staring?" sheined, her body turning into white particles.


    Before they could react, their vision was engulfed in white, and a feeling of weightlessness surrounded them.


    Silence.


    Then, the peculiar wall trembled. It split open from bottom to top, revealing a sphere¡ªor rather, an eye¡ªtaking up half the height of the cave. After a moment, the strange wall closed once more.

 Chapter 42: Conversation with Guild Master

    <h4>Chapter 42: Conversation with Guild Master</h4>


    To the south of Hyra cityy the bustlingmercial district, boasting an array of restaurants, malls, theaters, shops, and various forms of entertainment. While the Holder''s House wasn''t situated in this lively hub, it held significance in the city''s politicalndscape, nestled within the city center.


    Alongside Harmony Lane, several two to three-story buildings lined the street, featuring apartments and serving as offices for fledgling businesses. Some small guilds also found their footing in rented spaces, including the Tribunal Guild.


    Within a second-floor room of one such building, a man sat before hisputer. His figure was d in an overlyrge ck suit, topped with round, oversized sses and a sprinkling of freckles across his face.


    Intermittentughter escaped his lips as he enjoyed a si. Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of snacks, poised to open them, when his phone, located within his suit, vibrated.


    Focused on the screen, he retrieves the phone and answers without checking the caller.


    "Manny," a voice resonates from the phone. Though the tone is hushed, it''s unmistakably that of a woman. Just this one word prompts him to pause the video, sit upright, and rece hisughter with a serious expression.


    "Sister," he responded, akin to a soldier acknowledging hismander.


    "How''s the guild?" the voice inquired. Manny detected background noises, suggesting movement and the sound of an engine. She was driving.


    Anticipating the question, Manny grinned, "Everything''s in order. I''ve sessfully recruited a holder."


    "A Holder? So just one?" His sister''s voice carried a touch of surprise.


    "Y-yes..." Manny replied fearfully, "But don''t worry, Sis. It''s only a matter of time before more holders join us."


    "I''ve been gone for three months and you''ve only recruited one holder?!" The woman''s voice boomed, causing Manny to pull the phone away from his ear.


    "Y-y-yes," Manny confirmed, stuttering three times. In his heart, he pondered the reasons behind their struggles in attracting holders. First, they didn''t have much to offer, and second, their capital was meager, evident in their current building.


    "What are you doing right now? After recruiting one holder, you''rezing around watching some stupid si?!" The voice exuded frustration.


    Manny tensed, quickly scanning the simple room. How did she find out?!


    "N-no, I''m catching up on the news," Manny swiftly closed the video and opened a website featuring holder-rted updates, all within a matter of seconds.


    "Oh, what a convincing lie," the voice remarked, dripping with sarcasm.


    Are you a mind reader?! Manny grumbled inwardly.


    The woman went silent for a while, leaving Manny to contemte the worst possible oue¡ªfacing the wrath of the guild master. "So, how''s the recruit?"


    Manny let out a sigh of relief.


    "He calls himself Eka, probably an alias. And he passed the... let''s say, crappy examination, securing a 2-star medal with a C rating. He''s even shown capability to solo an F-ss dungeon," Manny detailed, a hint of pride in his voice as he spoke thest sentence.


    "Ah, ''crappy examination'', nicely put. But don''t get too excited. A strong holder typically wouldn''t bother with a lower-tier dungeon," shemented. "What about his character?"


    "Kinda stoic and..." Manny hesitated, "a bit challenging to handle, but I think I can manage."


    This morning, while browsing the Holder''s website, Manny came across a forum post discussing the recent medal examination for one and two-star holders. The post revolved around a holder donning a white mask. It seemed this masked holder had inflicted serious injuries on one of the participants. While such altercations were not umon, the fact that the injured party was George Heidil sent shivers down Manny''s spine.


    Anticipating a potential visit from a Heidil family representative, Manny sat on edge, but as the time inched towards 9 o''clock, no one had arrived. So, to soothe his frayed nerves, he decided to indulge in a si.


    "When are youing home?" he inquired, shifting the topic. His sister had been away for three months, which also marked the time their guild was established.


    The only response to his question was the roaring of the engine.


    "Found you..."


    "Found who?" Manny inquired, hearing his sister''s whisper.


    "Do you remember why I named the guild Tribunal?" The guild master queried.


    "Isn''t it because of your dream to bring justice worldwide?" He replied, tilting his head in slight confusion about the direction of the conversation. After all, she had traveled to another country tobat criminals before deciding to establish a guild in Hyra city with the same goal in mind.


    Manny shared this rationale with Dante, but the masked holder remained indifferent, valuing his freedom above all. Manny agreed, though he wondered if his sister shared the same perspective.


    "That''s what I''m doing right now¨C" she mumbled. Suddenly, all Manny could hear was the deafening roar of the engine followed by a resounding boom.


    "Sis!" Manny cried out, leaping to his feet. He recognized the sounds emanating from his phone as those of fire consuming something. His heart raced, a rush of memories with his sister shing before his eyes. This was their first call in three months.


    "It''s guild master," a woman''s voice emanated from the phone, "Idiot, did you forget I''m a 5 star? A minor car crash like this is nothing. Just make sure to treat the recruit well. And I won''t be back for a couple months."


    Manny let out an awkwardugh. What a curveball.


    "Don''t worry, guild master, I''ll make sure to recruit more holders!" he dered, sounding resolute.


    "If I find out you''re cking off, you know the consequences," the guild master warned, then abruptly hung up.


    Manny suddenly felt a shiver down his spine. But he quickly regained hisposure, forcing a smile as he sat back down. "I''ll just finish this video, then it''s back to recruiting."


    As he was about to close the website, he noticed an update¡ªan additional article. He read the title, his eyes widening, and immediately clicked on it. Leaning in closer to the monitor, his breath grew heavier. After a while, he let out a sigh of understanding.


    "So that''s why they haven''t sent anyone," Manny mused. His thoughts raced as he absorbed the contents of the article. It was all about the Heidil family. Due to George''s failure in the holder examination, he had been rushed to a hospital. The incident wasn''t being covered up, as there were many witnesses present during the examination.


    As per the report, George''s mother and his butler were at his bedside, awaiting his recovery. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the area. When the authorities arrived, they discovered two charred bodies¡ªthe remains of Marh and the butler. Strangely, George''s body was nowhere to be found at the scene.

 Chapter 43: Inside the Boss Room

    <h4>Chapter 43: Inside the Boss Room</h4>


    Once someone locates the teleportation tform and breaks the floating stone on top, they will be transported to the boss room of a dungeon.


    The walls are adorned with paintings, depicting vamp worms feasting on tailed bats and vice versa. As one approaches the at least 20 meters door, the painting focuses more on the bats with tails. They hold opium red in their hands and teeth, and some also have vamp worms wed to their feet. Their destination is the enormous stone door.


    Dante gazed at the wall murals, reaching up to the ceiling, dozens of meters high. However, his attention was most captivated by the stone door ahead. It bears a carving of what seems like...


    "A vampire?" inquired someone and who could it be other than the petite girl wielding arge staff, Trina. She posed this question because the carving bore a striking resemnce to a human figure: long hair, an unsightly face, prominent fangs, and wings that nearly spanned the entire door.


    "The matriarch of the tailed bats," Curly exined, eyeing the depiction of the red nts on his medal. The nt''s description tells that it''s an offering for the tailed bats matriarch.


    "So, their mother," Trina remarked.


    "Alright, let''s focus," Samantha pped her hands together, then turned to Dante and gave a reassuring nod. Hopefully, there''s a safe zone ahead.


    Panthy was on the verge of speaking, but he halted upon seeing their serious expressions. He knew that if he blurted out his thoughts, it would dampen the mood. He mobilize his mana, a faint haze encircling him as his Skill kicked in. His entire body emitted a series of cracks, his height stretching to 3 meters, and his tail also grewrger. His once-human face transformed into that of a panther, crowned by a cascade of ck hair.


    They all wore specially designed uniforms to amodate their Skills, so Panthy''s clothes didn''t tear during the transformation.


    Trina elegantly twirled her staff, and Samantha exchanged a nce with Curly. He moved towards the rear, recognizing his role as the support for the group. His safety was important for him to assist effectively. From his bag, he also retrieved a retractable bow.


    The leader then turned to Dante. "I''m entrusting you with this honor," she dered, gesturing toward the door.


    Dante didn''t object and stepped forward.


    Seeing him without any weapons, Trina couldn''t help but inquire, "Are you sure you''re going in unarmed?"


    "Don''t worry over me," the masked figure replied, then ced his hands on the door. He could sense its sturdiness; it would likely take a considerable effort to break through using only his strength.


    "If you say so," Trina shrugged. She had grown ustomed to his current appearance, streaked with red blood. Dante hadn''t changed his clothes and didn''t bother cleaning his now crimson Mask of Support.


    With his present strength nearly matching that of a holder with a physical enhancement Skill, he figured he wouldn''t be a burden even without weapons. He didn''t even inquire about borrowing; fighting bare-fisted would also serve as a great training, Dante reasoned.


    The masked holder exerted force, but to his surprise, the door yielded easily, defying its outward appearance of heaviness.


    A creaking sound reverberated, and the anticipation of imminent battle kindled in their hearts.


    They ventured forth after Dante created enough space. What greeted their eyes was a room spacious enough to amodate a basketball court, with pirs anchoring each of the four sides. These pirs were so massive that it would take five people to encircle them with a hug. With the sole illumination came from torches mounted on the walls.


    But Dante and the squad focused on their objective.


    At the farthest end stood a throne, perched on a tform. The throne towered at nearly 15 feet in height, with ample width to amodate a creature ranging from 5 to 7 meters. Unsurprisingly, a monster of such magnitude currently upied it.


    The carving on the door bore a striking resemnce to the monster before them.


    "She does look quite imposing," Samantha remarked, studying the matriarch of the tailed bats. The dungeon boss sat with eyes closed, upright from head to toe, resembling a normal bat but with hair that trailed down to the chilly floor.


    The matriarch had her bat wings folded behind her, while her tail swayed gently from side to side. The tform was also adorned with the opium-red nts and scattered vamp worms. This left them wondering how the tailed bats outside had managed to bring their offerings into this chamber.


    "Quite scary too,," Curly remarked, and Panthy nodded in agreement.


    Trina simply scoffed at the monster.


    The masked figure sighed in disappointment. No sub-quest? What a shame.


    "Let''s kill this motherf*cker!" Trina suddenly proimed, poised tounch an attack on the boss.


    "Trina, calm down first," Samantha advised, and Trina promptly stepped back, though clearly frustrated, she refrained fromining. Her respect for her leader remained unwavering.


    "Remember, never underestimate our opponent. Keep yourposure in battle, and always lend a hand to your teammates," Samantha emphasized, her gaze lingering on Dante, as if she were delivering this message specifically for the masked holder''s benefit.


    The dungeon boss remained unmoved, eyes shut and tail swaying. Upon close inspection of the boss room, observers would discern a crevice beyond the two pirs¡ªa clear demarcation, resembling a solid line.


    This area was also known as the safe zone. Unless one crossed it or employed a long-range attack, the boss would remain fixed in ce. Unfortunately, not all boss rooms had this advantage. Samantha breathed a sigh of relief.


    "Is there any information about this monster?" Samantha turned to Curly. Their support held his medallion, projecting details about the boss.


    Dante listened intently to the specifics. Despite considering himself strong, he understood the value of vignce.


    "This creature is known as the Matriarch Tailed Bat, and it has only been encountered three times before this, making this the fourth. As expected of a dungeon boss, it''s at least a dozen times more powerful than her offspring," Curly exined.


    "She''s quite rare, then, but¡ª" Panthy began, only to be cut off by Samantha''s cough, effectively silencing him. She knew his tendency to voice pessimism and chose to stopped it.


    "What about her abilities?" Dante asked, addressing the crucial question.


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