Rain pounded the city streets, turning asphalt into a sheet of liquid glass. Neon lights fractured in puddles, flickering with every ripple.
Kael Vale moved silently, hood drawn low. To anyone else, he was invisible—a weak E-Class hunter, ignored and underestimated by everyone.
He didn't mind. He had learned long ago that the world only respected strength.
A tremor ran through the ground. Kael's senses flared. Something was waiting inside the warehouse ahead.
[C-Rank Dungeon Detected]
[Danger Level: Medium]
[Unknown Entity Signature: UNREGISTERED]
He stepped into the warehouse. Dust and decay filled the air. Shadows twisted along the walls. Bones rattled across the floor, as if the dungeon itself were alive.
A sudden flash of light, and the system assigned his class.
[CLASS ASSIGNED: NECROMANCER]
[CLASS RANK: E-Class]
[SKILL ACQUIRED: SHADOW SUMMON]
[AUTOMATIC QUEST: CLEAR C-RANK DUNGEON]
Shadows rose from the floor, twisting into humanoid shapes that knelt obediently before him.
Kael's lips curved faintly—not a smile, but anticipation. Calm, strategic, ruthless.
A massive skeletal figure emerged from the darkness—a C-Rank dungeon boss. Its limbs bent unnaturally, its speed impossible.
Kael extended a hand. Chains of shadow erupted, wrapping the creature. It thrashed violently, but the shadows held firm.
Control first. Power second.
The dungeon trembled slightly. A subtle ripple of energy passed through the walls—foreign, patient, watching.
Kael didn't flinch. He stepped forward, shadows kneeling yet ready.
This E-Class Necromancer is only beginning.