Jin-Ho knew that staying in the shadows was no longer an option. He needed to test his abilities, push his limits.
The Hunter Association was recruiting for an upcoming raid—a high-level dungeon that had claimed numerous lives already. It was the perfect opportunity.
As he arrived at the assembly point, whispers spread through the crowd.
"That's the guy who survived alone..."
"Didn't they say he was the weakest?"
Jin-Ho ignored them. Soon, they would see.
The mission briefing began. The dungeon they were about to enter was classified as an A-rank threat, meaning only experienced hunters had been allowed to participate. Despite that, Jin-Ho had been given an exception due to his 'miraculous' survival.
A gruff voice called out. "You, kid."
Jin-Ho turned to face a tall, armored man with a scar running down his cheek. Park Tae-Jin, a high-ranking B-rank hunter known for his ruthless efficiency.
"You should sit this one out," Tae-Jin said. "We don't need dead weight slowing us down."
Jin-Ho smirked. "Then don't slow me down."
A few chuckles echoed, but Tae-Jin's glare remained. "Watch yourself, rookie."
As they entered the dungeon, Jin-Ho felt a familiar thrill. Shadows stretched around him, whispering promises of power.
The hunt had begun.