《S-rank Revenge Hunter》


 The Forgotten One

    In a world where strength defines everything¡ªwhere the elites rise and the weak are cast aside¡ªAres Roshin was nothing more than a disgrace to his own family.


    A D-rank hunter born into one of the world''s strongest clans, the Roshin Family, he was the stain that tainted their legacy. His siblings were powerful prodigies, each of them recognized across the world. His father, Orion Roshin, was a living legend, a titan who crushed both monsters and men with overwhelming force. But Ares?


    He was a failure. A joke.


    Sitting alone beneath the shade of a tree in a quiet park, Ares looked up at the vast sky. His dark brown eyes held no light, no spark of life¡ªonly exhaustion.


    "What is this bullshit they call power?" he muttered bitterly, tossing a small rock into the pond before him. "If I had that power, maybe I''d have some pride in myself... Maybe I''d still have a place in my family."


    He clenched his fists. "But no. The universe only favors those it wants, and the rest of us? We''re left to fend for ourselves. I was one of the unlucky ones."


    A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "I used to think I was special. I was good at everything¡ªacademics, sports, even socializing. I studied hard, got into a great university, helped people when I could."


    Ares took a deep breath, his fingers digging into the grass. "Everyone praised me. They said I was the future head of the family. Even my father..." He paused, his jaw tightening. "Even he said it. And I believed him."


    The memory was still fresh. The admiration in their voices, the pride in his father''s eyes. And then it all crumbled.


    "The moment they learned my rank, everything changed. My classmates distanced themselves. My so-called friends stopped talking to me. My own siblings¡ªLeon, Celeste, even Linda¡ªstarted looking at me differently."


    His voice trembled with anger. "And my father? The great Orion Roshin? He abandoned me without a second thought."


    His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden buzzing of his phone. He glanced at the screen.


    "Little One"


    A faint smile formed on his lips. It was his younger sister, Linda Roshin¡ªthe only one who still treated him the same.


    He hesitated before answering.


    "BBBRROOOOOTHHHHER!!!"


    Ares flinched, pulling the phone away from his ear as Linda''s cheerful yet deafening voice blasted through the speaker. "Damn it, Linda... Do you want to make me go deaf?"


    "Hehehe~! Where are you?! I wanna play with you!" she whined.


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    Ares sighed. "Don''t you have training? You''re a national prodigy, you know. Shouldn''t you be busy?"


    "Haaaaah!! Work is boring! I''d rather hang out with you!"


    A soft chuckle escaped Ares'' lips. "Sorry, Linda. If I meet you now, your big brother might get in trouble for ''wasting the time of an elite hunter.'' We''ll play when you have no work, alright?"


    There was a brief pause before she responded. "Okay! But I''m bringing treats next time!"


    "Deal."


    "Talk to you later, Brother!"


    The call ended.


    Ares stared at the phone for a long moment before sighing. "You used to call me ''Big Brother''... I guess even that changed."


    His mood darkened as he stood up, preparing to leave the park.


    From the corner of his vision, he noticed two women whispering while casting glances at him.


    "Oh my, is that the disgrace of the Roshin Family?" one of them whispered.


    "Yeah. I heard he excelled at everything¡­ except the most important thing¡ªhis rank. How pathetic."


    Ares quickened his pace, his nails digging into his palms. "Tch. It''s not surprising. Even I''m shocked. Maybe that''s why Father left me¡ªbecause of the one thing I couldn''t have: power."


    The Roshin Family ¨C The Fifth Strongest Clan in the World


    The Roshin Family was one of the five strongest clans on the planet, wielding influence that stretched across nations. Their strength was legendary, their power absolute.


    At the head of this family stood Orion Roshin, a man who had fought in countless battles, facing both humans and monsters alike. Despite being in his fifties, his presence alone could make S-rank hunters tremble.


    He had one rule.


    "The weak have no place in my family."


    Ares was no exception.


    Ares'' Temporary Peace ¨C The Restaurant


    Ares walked through the streets, eventually reaching a familiar restaurant. It was a humble place, nestled beneath his apartment complex.


    As he stepped inside, a deep voice greeted him.


    "Yo, Ares! Good day, isn''t it?"


    Ares looked up to see Ricko, the restaurant owner. A towering man with muscles thick as steel, Ricko was a C-rank hunter who had once been a renowned tank.


    Despite his fearsome appearance, he had a kind heart. He despised unnecessary violence¡ªespecially in his restaurant. Even A-rank hunters had been thrown out for causing trouble here.


    Ares smiled. "Yeah, I guess it''s not too bad."


    Before he could say anything else, he suddenly felt something grab onto his leg.


    Looking down, he saw Riley¡ªRicko''s 7-year-old daughter¡ªclinging to him.


    "Big Brother Ares! You''re back!" she beamed, her small hands wrapped tightly around his leg.


    Ares'' heart softened. He crouched down and ruffled her hair. "Did you really miss me after just two days?"


    She pouted. "Of course! Riley missed Brother very much!"


    Ares let out a shaky breath, his emotions threatening to spill over. "Don''t worry, no matter what happens, I''ll always be here, alright?"


    Riley''s face lit up. "Okay, Brother!" She then ran off to the kitchen, giggling.


    Ricko chuckled. "Kids these days¡­ even in a world like this, they''re still as radiant as ever."


    Ares nodded. "Yeah¡­ they really are."


    After chatting for a while, Ares picked up his food and left.


    The Mysterious Figure


    As he approached the alleyway leading to his apartment, his body tensed.


    A figure stood in the shadows.


    A tall man dressed in a black suit and dark shades leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His presence alone felt suffocating.


    But what made Ares'' blood run cold was the emblem on the man''s suit.


    His throat tightened. He took an involuntary step back, his breath shallow.


    "You... You''re with the government, aren''t you?"


    The man nodded.


    Ares'' fingers twitched. His instincts screamed that something was very, very wrong.


    "Oh boy¡­ this is not good."


    To Be Continued¡­

 An Offer He cant refuse

    Ares clenched his fists as he stood frozen in the dimly lit alleyway. The air around him felt heavier, suffocating even. His mind raced as he processed the situation.


    "Damn it... of all people, why them?"


    The Government¡ªthe most powerful and feared organization in the world. They weren''t an issue for A+ or S-rankers, but for lower-ranked hunters like him, they were a nightmare. Even the whispers about their hidden experiments made Ares shudder. Stories of humans being turned into monstrous killing machines, of "The Ultimate Ranker"¡ªa being that could dominate even S-rankers¡ªspread like wildfire. Yet, despite these horrifying rumors, the government still held absolute power, standing on equal ground with the Roshin Clan itself.


    Ares took a deep breath, trying to suppress his growing anxiety. "What the hell would the government want with a D-rank like me?" He could feel sweat running down his back as he met the gaze of the suited figure before him.


    "Do they want to use me as an experiment? Or worse¡­ eliminate me?"


    He swallowed hard before speaking.


    "What do you want from me? I''m just a D-rank. There''s nothing to gain from me."


    The man didn''t respond. Instead, he calmly reached into his left pocket. Ares tensed up, instinctively taking a defensive stance. "A dagger? A gun?" His mind raced, bracing for an attack. But instead of a weapon, the man pulled out a sleek black phone and extended it towards Ares.


    Ares hesitated. His hands twitched as he slowly took the phone. He looked up, wanting to question the man further, but¡ªhe was gone.


    The alley was eerily silent. Ares spun around, scanning the shadows, but there was no sign of the agent. His heart pounded in his chest. "What the hell was that? Was he even human?"


    He exhaled sharply, shaking off his nerves before glancing at the phone.


    "Okay¡­ what do I do with this?" He turned it over in his hand, feeling its weight.


    It was a high-end model, probably worth two months of his hunter salary. He couldn''t help but grin slightly. "Damn, this thing is nice. Maybe I should just sell it¡ª"


    Before he could finish the thought, a voice suddenly echoed from the phone''s speaker.


    "Hello, Mister Ares."


    "GAH!!" Ares yelped, nearly dropping the device. His breath hitched as he stared at the phone.


    "Who¡ªwho the hell is that?!"


    "I''m right here on the phone, sir."


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    The screen lit up, revealing the image of an old man in a black suit, similar to the agent from before. Deep scars ran across his face, a testament to countless battles. His muscular build was almost unnatural for his age, but what truly made Ares''s blood run cold was the emblem on his chest.


    Seven Emblems.


    Ares felt his throat tighten. "No way¡­ no freaking way."


    The Seven-Emblem Rank¡ªthe highest authority within the government. People whispered about them like legends, figures who commanded entire armies and were stronger than multiple S-rank hunters combined.


    The man on the screen smirked as if amused by Ares''s reaction.


    "You''ve got to be kidding me¡­" Ares muttered, sweat trickling down his face.


    "S-S-S-Seven¡­ E-Emblems¡­" His voice stammered as he struggled to compose himself.


    The old man chuckled. "Relax, kid. I''m not going to kill you. At least¡­ not yet."


    Ares gulped. His instincts screamed at him to be careful. One wrong move, one wrong word, and he could be erased from existence without anyone even remembering his name.


    The old man leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes boring into Ares''s soul. "The name''s Grand-General Brown of the 5th-Division Military Unit."


    Ares stiffened.


    "T-The Military too? Just how much power does this guy have?!"


    He forced himself to respond, his voice shaky. "I-It''s an honor and privilege to m-meet you, s-sir. My name is¡ª"


    Brown cut him off with a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I know who you are. Let''s drop the formalities, kid."


    Ares immediately looked down, feeling humiliated. "Great¡­ I just embarrassed myself in front of a literal god of war."


    Brown''s expression turned serious. "Do you know why I''m speaking to you at this hour?"


    Ares quickly shook his head. "N-No sir, I don''t. If I did something wrong, I apologize! I-I''ll do whatever it takes to make up for it!"


    Brown waved him off. "Nah, that ain''t it. I''ve been watching you, kid."


    Ares''s stomach dropped. "Watching me?"


    "Yeah. I had my men keep tabs on you. And from what I''ve seen, you''re a hell of a lot more hardworking than some of the S-rankers I know."


    Ares''s eyes widened slightly. "What? What the hell is he getting at?"


    Brown smirked. "That''s why I''m giving you an offer."


    "An¡­ offer?"


    The air around them grew heavy, almost suffocating.


    "You have two choices, kid."


    "One: You live the rest of your life weak, angry, and forgotten."


    "Or two: You join our experimental program and show the world what you''re truly capable of."


    Ares''s heartbeat quickened. He gritted his teeth.


    "An experiment¡­?"


    Brown leaned in closer, his voice dripping with temptation. "Don''t you want power? Don''t you want to prove to the world that they were wrong to abandon you?"


    Ares''s body tensed as the words struck deep into his soul. "Show them¡­ what I''m capable of?"


    For a moment, a storm of emotions brewed within him. He wanted that power. He needed it.


    But¡ªsomething still held him back.


    Ares clenched his fists and inhaled sharply before speaking. "I¡­ I don''t think I''m good enough. I''m just a D-rank. I wouldn''t meet your requirements, sir."


    Silence.


    Then¡ªlaughter. Deep, hearty laughter.


    "You''re the first one to hesitate." Brown said with a grin. "Every other bastard I''ve given this offer to jumped at it without a second thought. But you¡­ you actually thought about it."


    His expression darkened.


    "Alright then, how about this?"


    The atmosphere grew cold.


    "Protection."


    Ares flinched. "Protection? From who?"


    Brown''s eyes glowed with an ominous light. "From the people who will come after you if you say no."


    Ares''s blood ran cold.


    To be continued¡­