The SCAVENGERS.
Ranking 16th among the top 20 guilds out of hundreds in the world.
The SCAVENGERS guild known for its cruelty, animosity and strength along with its suspicious criminal activities that only the Hunters Association knew of.
Though their name sounds heroic and zealous, they were just like their name implied; Scavengers.
There was more charges of murder that were laid against this guild than any other. They might have killed more humans themselves than demon beasts in the dungeon. Covering themselves like wolves on wools, they were very good at covering their dirt steps which made things more difficult for the Hunters Association to deal with.
They're crooks.
They're irresponsible and arrogant.
...and now...
...they are his family.
Ernest knocked at the gate and had to wait for some minute before it opened. Entering the front yard, he could see several guards moving around, not even taking a glance at him, which was quite good for him too. He walked past the huge round about where a fountain stood magnificently, then crossing the flight of stairs he entered his home.
It was quite as he remembered. His supposed father; Juipen August was the assistant to the vice president of the guild. His mother dead.
His father also remarried to a B rank hunter named; Grace Zealant with two daughters of her own; Anne and Maria Zealant who were twins and the same age with him.
The building was exquisite. Large chandeliers filled the large ceilings as well as glistening gems that filled the roofs of the hall ways leading to the rooms. no one was in which was not surprising as they all treated him like he was invisible even when they were around.
All he needed to do was to avoid meeting his ever worrying caretaker, who was only a few years older than him. He didn't want any for of interrogation tonight.
He successfully managed to to that, which was quite a feat because she never left him alone except at school although she would still come to pick him up herself or when he was in his room.
He was sure she was waiting at the school up till this moment, or was probably searching for him in some of her hunter ways, so to save her trouble and stress, he rang her and told her that he was back home and hungry.
Locking his door to prevent any unwanted distraction and observation - although his dad wouldn't need to knock, he probably would just smash the door to get in- he then sat on his bed and swiped down his fore and middle fingers with his left hand.
Immediately a large polymorphic screen spread across him like a floating laptop.
{[ PLAYER STATUS }]
HP: 100/100
ENERGY: 60/100
STAMINA: 40/100
MANA: 0/100
LUCK: 30/100
INTELLIGENCE:560/100
ATTACK 13/100 INNATE (2500/100) WITH WEAPON (5000/100) WITH BUFF(10000/100
DEFENCE: 5/100 INNATE (1600) WITH WEAPON (8560 /100) WITH BUFF (9000/100
DAMAGE: 17/100
WEAPONS owned: 0/0 INNATE ( 5/5)
WEAPONS mastered: 0/0 INNATE (5/5)
SKILLS: None possessed.
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PASSIVE: None possessed.
INNATE - ????
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ENEMIES KILLED: 0/0 INNATE - (1224667908 killed)
"Woah! It really did get all the numbers right." Bolu now known as Ernest August said with a devilish grin.
" Including the death counts."