Kevin adjusted the straps of his worn-out gear as he stepped into the towering halls of the Hunter Association. The grand building, lined with marble pillars and glowing screens, bustled with warriors clad in enchanted armor, their weapons humming with energy. He barely looked up. He knew what was coming. The moment he walked in, whispers followed. "There he is… the weakest hunter."
"Did you hear? His ability is just ‘Pixie Dust.’"
"How pathetic. With a lineage like his, you'd expect something better." Kevin clenched his fists but said nothing. There was no point. He had long since learned that words meant nothing in this world—only strength did. And he had none. He approached the quest board, scanning the available missions. The high-ranked quests were already taken by elite guilds. That left only the scraps—tasks no one else wanted. His eyes landed on one:

🔹 Mission: Twilight Forest Material Collection
🔹 Danger Level: Low
🔹 Reward: 500 coins  It wasn’t much. But it was something. “Taking that one, huh?” a voice sneered behind him. Kevin turned to see Darin, a mid-ranked hunter from the Silver Fang Guild, smirking down at him.“Not like you could handle anything else,” Darin continued, nudging his allies, who chuckled. “Tell you what—why don’t you come with us? We’ll ‘watch over’ you.” Kevin knew better. He wasn’t being offered protection. He was being used as bait. But he had no choice. “…Fine,” he muttered. Darin laughed, throwing an arm over Kevin’s shoulder mockingly. “That’s the spirit! Let’s see if that ‘Pixie Dust’ of yours actually does something.” Kevin said nothing as they left the city. Twilight Forest                                                                                                    The sun was setting by the time they reached the outskirts of the Twilight Forest. Towering trees loomed over them, their shadows stretching long across the ground. The deeper they ventured, the more unnatural the silence became.Kevin walked ahead, just as Darin had planned. “You’re the scout,” Darin had said, grinning. “If anything attacks, you’ll warn us first.”Translation? If anything attacked, Kevin would die first. He sighed, gripping his rusty dagger as he stepped forward. Then— CRACK. The air shifted. A low, guttural growl echoed through the trees. Kevin froze. His heart pounded. A Wraith Beast. A creature classified as higher than Rank A. Strong enough to annihilate an entire squad. This wasn’t supposed to be here. He turned to warn the others—but they were gone. Darin and his men had already fled. Kevin’s blood ran cold. He was alone. The Wraithbeast stepped forward, its twisted, shadowed body pulsating with unnatural energy. It had no eyes—only a dark void where a face should be. And yet… Kevin felt its gaze pierce into his soul. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die. The Wraithbeast lunged. And then— Something inside him snapped. A surge of unfathomable pain wracked his body. His chest burned, his vision blurred, and something ancient, something buried deep within his very bloodline, awoke. ⚡ A voice, deep and commanding, echoed in his mind. "Do you think this is where your story ends?" Kevin's veins turned molten. His muscles tensed, his skin crackled with unseen power. His useless "Pixie Dust" disintegrated—no, it evolved.His blood boiled with the strength of his ancestors. And as the Wraithbeast struck—Kevin caught its claw with his bare hand.