After passing the Hunter Qualification, Qing Eena was finally eligible to attend Hunter School. The school was located in the heart of the city and was known for producing some of the best hunters in the world. The campus was massive, with various buildings dedicated to different subjects, such as combat training, monster research, and dungeon exploration.
As Qing Eena walked through the campus, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer size of it all. He had never seen so many people gathered in one place before. Hunters from all over the world had come to study at this prestigious institution, and Qing knew that he had a lot of catching up to do.
But before he could focus on his studies, Qing Eena had to figure out a way to make some money. He had spent all his savings on the Hunter Qualification Exam, and he needed a way to sustain himself throughout his time at school.
After considering many options, Qing Eena finally settled on using his "Spacetime Power" to restore broken items and resell them. He knew that there was a big market for restored items, and he was confident that he could make a good profit from this venture.
However, he needed a middleman to help him sell his restored items, and his uncle was the perfect candidate. Qing Eena knew that his uncle was a shrewd businessman and could help him make the right connections.
One day, Qing Eena went to his uncle's office and presented his idea. He explained how he could restore broken items and sell them for a profit, and his uncle was immediately intrigued.
"That's a brilliant idea, Qing Eena," his uncle said. "But how will you restore these items? Do you have some kind of special power or ability?"
Qing Eena hesitated for a moment before replying. He knew that revealing his "Spacetime Power" could be dangerous, and he didn't want anyone to know about it.
"I have a special technique that I use to restore broken items," Qing Eena lied. "It's something I learned from a master craftsman when I was younger."
His uncle seemed satisfied with this explanation and agreed to help him sell his restored items. Qing Eena breathed a sigh of relief and knew that he had made the right decision.
From that day on, Qing Eena spent his days studying at Hunter School and his evenings restoring broken items. He used his "Spacetime Power" to manipulate time and restore even the most damaged items to their original condition. And with the help of his uncle, he was able to sell these items for a tidy profit.
As Qing Eena continued down this path, he knew that he was taking a risk. If anyone ever found out about his "Spacetime Power," he could be in serious trouble. But for now, he was content to keep his abilities a secret and make the most of his time at Hunter School.
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Qing Eena couldn't believe the immense power that he was able to wield with his Spacetime abilities. It was almost as if he had an endless source of energy, unlike before when he had to be careful not to overexert himself. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that his power was fueled by the energy of the dead Time and Space Gods.
He remembered his research, how he had delved deep into the secrets of the universe, trying to understand the laws that governed it. He had come across a theory that the energy of the dead gods was recycled and used to power the universe. It was a natural process of re-balancing the universe's energy, and Qing Eena had stumbled upon it accidentally.
He was filled with mixed emotions. On the one hand, he felt grateful for the immense power that he possessed, which allowed him to restore broken items and make a good living for himself. On the other hand, he felt sadness for the loss of the Time and Space Gods, who had sacrificed themselves for the greater good.
Qing Eena knew that he had to make the most of his power and live a life worthy of the sacrifice of his former colleagues. He continued to work hard, restoring broken items and selling them for a good profit. He also started to train himself, honing his skills as a Hunter and preparing for the day when he would face the dangers of the Dungeons.
As he worked, he couldn't help but think about the dead gods, wondering what their lives had been like, what they had sacrificed for the universe. He knew that he could never replace them, but he was determined to make the most of the power that they had left behind.
Despite his success, Qing Eena remained humble and always remembered where he came from. He knew that his power was a gift, one that he had to use wisely and for the greater good. He was determined to make a difference in the world and leave his mark on history, not just as a powerful Hunter, but as a man who had been blessed with a rare and unique gift.
And so, Qing Eena continued to work hard, restoring broken items and preparing for the day when he would enter Hunter School. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready to face any challenge that came his way, fueled by the energy of the dead gods and the desire to make a better future for himself and those around him.
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As Qing Eena's parents, Lucio and Klara Eena, sat in their humble home discussing their son's future, they couldn't help but feel anxious about the high initial tuition fee for Hunter School. Lucio, a simple farmer, and Klara, a part-time seamstress, had been saving up for years to send Qing to Hunter School, but they were still short on funds.
"Lucio, what are we going to do? We've been saving up for years, but we're still short on funds," Klara said with a worried expression.
Lucio sighed heavily, "I don't know, Klara. We can't let our son's dream slip away just because we don't have enough money."
Just then, Qing walked in, and the couple turned to him with concern in their eyes.
"Son, are you sure Uncle Tito can provide all the funds you need for Hunter School?" Lucio asked.
Qing nodded confidently, "Yes, Dad, Uncle Tito has promised to take care of everything. He's investing in my future, he says."
Klara looked skeptical, "But, Qing, we don't want to burden your uncle with all these expenses. He's already doing so much for us."
Qing smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mom. Uncle Tito is in the Hunter/Dungeon business, he knows how important it is for me to have the right equipment and training. He says it's an investment, and I trust him."
Lucio and Klara looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They knew they couldn't afford to send Qing to Hunter School without help, but they didn't want to burden their kind-hearted brother.
As they sat in silence, Qing continued to reassure them, "Trust me, Mom and Dad, I'll make you proud. I'll work hard and become a successful Hunter, and I'll take care of you both."
Lucio and Klara looked at their son with pride and love. They knew he was determined to achieve his dreams, and they believed in him.
"Okay, Qing, we'll trust you and your uncle. Just promise us that you'll work hard and make the most of this opportunity," Klara said with a small smile.
Qing nodded, "I promise, Mom. I'll make you both proud."
As the family continued to discuss Qing's future, they didn't realize that the source of their financial support was not just a kind-hearted uncle but also a young man with a unique and powerful ability. Qing knew that his Spacetime power could help him restore broken items and earn money, but he kept this secret from his parents and Uncle Tito. He wanted to make his own way in the world, without relying on his powers. Little did he know, his powers would soon become the key to his success as a Hunter.
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Qing Eena sat cross-legged on the floor of his locked room, his eyes closed in deep concentration. The inconspicuous-looking ring he held in his hand glowed with a faint blue light, as he channeled his Spacetime power into it. He had been trying to create a "Dimensional Pocket" within the ring for hours now, but it seemed like he was still far from succeeding.
"Why is this so difficult?" Qing muttered to himself. "I've read about Hunters who can craft pocket dimensions in items. What am I missing?"
Qing doesn't know that those "hunters" are experienced item crafters that took dozens of years of experience and trial and errors and wasted millions of money and materials to master their art, he was directly imbuing power on an ordinary ring.
He took a deep breath and focused his mind once again on the ring. His Spacetime power flowed out from his body and into the metal, weaving a complex web of energy that would hopefully create the pocket dimension he desired.
As he continued to concentrate, a small bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. He knew that creating a pocket dimension within an object was one of the most difficult applications of Spacetime power, and he was still a beginner. But he was determined to master it, no matter how long it took.
Suddenly, a loud knocking on his door interrupted his concentration.
"Qing, are you in there?" his mother's voice called out.
He quickly hid the ring in his pocket and stood up, straightening his clothes. "Yes, Mom, I'm here. What do you need?"
"We just wanted to remind you that your uncle will be picking you up early tomorrow morning to take you to Hunter School. Don't forget to pack everything you need, okay?"
"I won't forget, Mom. Thanks for reminding me," Qing said with a smile.
As his mother's footsteps faded away, Qing sat back down on the floor and pulled out the ring once again. He continued to pour his Spacetime power into it, his mind focused on creating the pocket dimension.
Hours passed, and the night turned into day. Qing was still sitting in the same position, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady. But he could feel a subtle change in the ring. It was as if the metal was pulsing with its own energy, resonating with the Spacetime power he was channeling into it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes. The ring was now glowing with a bright blue light, and he could feel a faint tingling sensation in his fingertips. He knew that he had succeeded in creating the pocket dimension.
Excitedly, he slipped the ring onto his finger and tested it out. He reached into the pocket dimension and pulled out a small rock, then put it back in and closed the dimension. He smiled to himself. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
As he packed his bags for Hunter School, Qing couldn't help but wonder what other applications of his Spacetime power he would discover in the future. He was eager to learn everything he could about being a Hunter, and he was determined to use his powers to their fullest potential.
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As Qing Eena's parents watched him drive away with Uncle Tito, their hearts were filled with a mix of emotions. On one hand, they were proud of their son for getting accepted into Hunter School and embarking on a new adventure. On the other hand, they were worried about his safety and the dangers that he would inevitably face as a future Hunter.
Lucio Eena placed a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder. "He'll be alright, Klara. We raised him well and Uncle Tito will look after him."
Klara sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye. "I know, but it's hard not to worry. He's still our baby, even if he's all grown up now."
Lucio chuckled. "I know, I know. But we have to let him spread his wings and fly. He's going to do great things, I just know it."
As they watched the pickup disappear into the distance, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement for their son's future. They knew that he was destined for greatness, and they couldn't wait to see what adventures he would have and what kind of Hunter he would become.
Meanwhile, Qing sat nervously in the passenger seat of the pickup, glancing out the window at the passing scenery. He was filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety, knowing that the road ahead would be long and challenging.
Uncle Tito noticed Qing's unease and patted him on the back. "Don't worry, kid. You'll do great. Hunter School is tough, but you've got the skills and the smarts to make it through."
Qing nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't help but think about the ring in his pocket, and the potential power that lay dormant within it. He was determined to master the art of creating a Dimensional Pocket, and he knew that it would take a lot of hard work and practice.
As they drove further away from Qing's hometown and towards the Hunter School, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. He was ready for this new chapter in his life, and he was determined to make the most of it.