The images came back to haunt him like a broken record or a badly wound cassette tape. An army of contrasting colored silhouettes faced each other in an endless valley, strong and weak, big and small. She didn't remember much from the hit and the blue screen that had appeared in front of him with a proposition she couldn't refuse.

The deity "Typhon" ensures that the assimilation will not be long in coming.

Typhon, that's what he was actually called since he left behind his pseudonym "Bad Harvest" «You should feel ashamed for not knowing who it was.» Since he could remember he could define himself as someone fond of mythological fantasy, especially the most unreal.

"Hunter Hansung," someone called again, this time with more concern.

He emerged from the dungeon two ranks above his own and without a party, with a monstrous head in hand and covered in scratches unharmed, even his previous wound on his abdomen no longer had any presence. His thoughts continued in the blurred and constantly moving plain that produced the incessant sound of clashing weapons, shouts and curses, that was after massacring the snowmen and then going to browse a few tens of meters.

"Wake up Hansung!" He was pulled out of unreality by the regulator that was on the side of his bed while he continued to sit on the hospital furniture. He's in shock.

(Is it so obvious?)

"I came all the way from Gangnam to take care of their case of possible awakening, probably of the incarnation class, since only they are the ones who have the ability to clear a grade B dungeon, and they are important mythological figures," the woman in a suit explained automatically. seasoned look and hair tied up in a bun with a slight unruly ponytail sticking out. First we worry about her condition, but it's all too obvious that she's in enviable condition. He has three stars around him, I guess you know what they are right?

Either she's a psychic or a high-caliber mage, he deduced with more caution. Both classes had a more indirect connection to the deities, no one knew why, but there were theories that in the past, their professions were equivalent to oracles or priests.

“We tried to protect the information from him, but it's hard knowing that more than a dozen people saw him leave a rank B dungeon ten minutes after entering."

"She. Is she a regulator? I say, you."

"Are you an incarnation?"

"I want to see my uncle."

“Awakened Hansung, I'm afraid this is even more important. There are currently only 132 incarnations in the entire world, of which there are only four in all of South Korea.

"They're luckier than other countries," he commented without filter. With the number of countries that existed, his nation had a greater fortune since it had twice as many as the copies.

"Four of which three are minor incarnations and only one is a major incarnation."

Even the famous and infamous deities had degrees. The minors were renowned people in history, the average ones were and continue to be gods with power and the major ones were supreme celestials, such as Odin, Zeus or Ra.

“And regarding the number of lucky ones, how many catastrophe level incarnations are there? He dropped the question, concentrating on the woman's features. "I still remember the outbreak of catastrophic incarnations six years ago."

“That is confidential information, Hunter Hansung.

(The truth is that it is not so much.)

The outbreak of catastrophes was the wave of incarnations with malicious deities, for just as there were partially good gods, there were also partially bad ones. Loki's incarnation was the most iconic; he led the second French revolution, ending well for him but continuing badly. His uncle and his grandfather, as he remembered, admired the incarnation of Ares, the god of war from Greek mythology, who used his abilities to stop illegal acts, albeit in questionable ways.

"As I told you before, I want to see my uncle." I suffered within that dungeon, so at least I could fulfill my request without much effort.

She sighed, dragging her unruly hair back.

"At least let me give you a mana probe before you head to her familiar's room."

(I guess being stubborn did some good for me.)

The deity "Typhon" smirks at the will of the incarnation of him.

The "Daunted Warrior" deity casts curses on the "Typhon" deity as he threatens to take the weapon from him.

The deity "Typhon" reminds him of what happened in the past.

I guess it means they know each other, but that doesn't make my situation with them any better. My head is still mush.

With the help of two men in suits, they took a sample of e blood, they calculated their range with a mana stone and promised that they would return as soon as the results came in, a tone that Hansung perceived as too personal. But at last they fulfilled his request.

And the memories come back, he thought, tensing his jaw at the impotence that still remained within him. (But now they're dead, and I killed them all), he tried to convince himself, half doubting as he remembered that the dungeon from which he fled was completed by another group of hunters, this time, better ones.

"I was never the weakest, but neither was I the strongest. I always looked for ways to make myself stronger, even though these were in vain in the end"

It was night, she couldn't know it being in his previous room because of the closed curtains but she could know it now being next to his uncle, where the closed windows revealed the full moon with a clear sky.

“In the end, it turns out that motivation and power are completely different things. I didn't have the first one before, but I do now.

She turned away from Soun Heyon, his uncle, to look at the empty corner of the room.

“I have the motivation to protect the last family I have left, and that alone will be enough for me.

Subconsciously, trails of reddish mana surrounded Hansung.

The deities are exalted by the sudden presence in the unknown.

The deity "Typhon" is prepared to protect the incarnation of him.

The minor deity "Knight of Nottingham" raises his arms in defense.

The "Daunted Warrior" deity wields the handle of his weapon.

A laugh was heard.

"I came in peace, little one, we don't have to pull our hair out."

He came out of hiding wearing elegant but torn clothes, leaving no order behind. The mischievous green eyes and mocking expression along with his greenish aura were enough for Hansung to know who it was.

"I would take his presence with honor, but how he got to me only makes me doubt his intentions, incarnation of the god of jokes, Loki"