A young man, Sung Dracon, lay sprawled across his bed, gazing blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting like clouds. He muttered to himself, "Four years… It's been four years since I was transported to this world. I've already become the strongest being here, yet my Hunter's license is still stuck at Rank B. What a joke." He chuckled softly, though there was no humor in it. "I'm still waiting for the canon to kick in... to finally get my system. Let's see just how far I've come."
With a flick of his fingers, a translucent window flickered into existence before his eyes, its contents displaying numbers that would terrify even the bravest warriors of this world.
Sung Dracon, Lv1
Vitality: 1,170,055
Strength: 1,170,057
Magic: 1,170,053
Spirit: 1,170,059
Agility: 1,170,054
Abilities:
Sword Energy (Level 5/10) (Rank: Master)Swordsmanship (Level 5/10) (Rank: Master)Gluttony (Unimprovable)BerserkIdentifyConcealment (Can hide strength) (Level 5/10) (Conceals up to Monarch Rank)Teleport
Inventory:
Greed (Level 3/5)
Dracon's lips curled into a smug smile. "Impressive… my power level has skyrocketed beyond anything this world can comprehend. I've become a god among mortals. The canon better start soon, because this world is running out of challenges." He chuckled darkly, his excitement barely contained.
Suddenly, a voice called from downstairs, interrupting his thoughts. "Hey, bro! I'm heading out to clear a dungeon!"
With a sigh, Dracon pushed himself off the bed, his body moving with the fluid grace of a panther. Each step he took reverberated with raw power. He made his way downstairs, where he found his brother, Jinwoo, already at the door, adjusting his hunter gear.
"Take care of yourself, Jinwoo," Dracon said, his voice carrying both warmth and an unspoken confidence that radiated from his every word.
Jinwoo turned and smiled. "I always do. See you later, bro." He gave a brief wave before stepping out, closing the door softly behind him.
Dracon stared at the closed door for a moment, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. "Brother... even when you know I could handle everything with a single strike, you still insist on pulling your own weight. You're stubborn, but that's what makes you who you are. Maybe today will be the day you finally get your system too." He turned and headed back to his room, lost in thought.
As soon as he sat down, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. A glance at the screen wiped away his calm expression. "A dungeon? Today? Seriously?" He let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I was planning to take a day off for once. Guess the universe had other plans."
He checked the time, his eyes narrowing in focus. "I've got an hour. Should be enough to prepare. At least I've got my teleport ability to make things easier."
Dracon stood, cracking his neck with a swift motion before summoning his gear. His weapons materialized in a flash of light, perfectly balanced in his hands. With a thought, he activated Teleport, and the air around him shimmered as he disappeared from his room.
In an instant, Dracon reappeared at the dungeon entrance, the world around him warping slightly as his teleportation skill settled. The sky above was overcast, dark clouds swirling ominously, as if the dungeon itself was drawing in the gloom. Waiting for him was Zedis, a seasoned Hunter with sharp eyes and a mischievous grin.
"Dracon! Sorry for ruining your day off," Zedis called out, waving lazily as Dracon approached.
Dracon gave him a half-smile. "It's fine. Dungeons don't exactly follow a schedule. Besides, a bit of action might be what I need."
Zedis chuckled. "You? Needing action? You live for this stuff. I've known you too long to believe you wanted a real break."
Dracon shrugged. "Can't argue with that. Now, what's the situation? How bad is this dungeon?"
Zedis' grin widened, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "It's an A-rank gate."
Dracon raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not surprised. "An A-rank, huh? And they still called in a 'B-rank' like me?"
Zedis shook his head, amused. "We both know that B-rank is a joke when it comes to you. You could tear through most S-ranks without breaking a sweat."
Dracon chuckled, his eyes flashing with amusement. "You always did see through me, Zedis."
Zedis' laughter echoed in the clearing. "Come on, man. It's an open secret at this point. You're stronger than anyone in the guild, maybe even this whole continent."
Before Dracon could respond, a booming voice cut through the air. Chronos, the Dragon Guild's leader, strode forward, his armor gleaming even in the dim light of the dungeon's aura.
"Alright, everyone gather up! The Dragon Guild is moving out!" Chronos' voice carried an undeniable authority, commanding the attention of everyone nearby.
"As usual, a solid speech, Guildmaster," Dracon said, smirking as Chronos approached.
Chronos gave a weary smile. "After all these years, it's become second nature. I don't even need to think about it anymore."
Zedis grinned. "No way I could pull that off."
Dracon smirked, throwing a casual jab. "That's why you're still Vice-Guildmaster."
Zedis feigned hurt, clutching his chest. "Ouch. You just had to go there, didn't you?"
Chronos chuckled. "Dracon, you're one to talk. You've turned down the Guildmaster position more times than I can count. You could've taken my place years ago."
Dracon scratched the back of his head, laughing. "Yeah, yeah... but I'm not much for paperwork."
The three of them laughed together before Chronos grew serious once more. "Alright, it's time. Let's move."
The guild members formed up behind Chronos, their expressions hardening with the seriousness of the task ahead. As they stepped through the portal into the dungeon, the atmosphere shifted. The air inside was thick with tension, the oppressive darkness pressing down on them like a living force.
Without warning, the silence was shattered by the thunderous roar of Orc Lords—massive, brutish creatures towering over the hunters, their muscles rippling with raw power. A group of ten barreled toward the team, their bloodthirsty eyes locked on the intruders.
Chronos wasted no time. "Attack!" His voice rang out like a war cry, and the guild sprang into action.
Dracon, Zedis, and Chronos were the first to engage, moving faster than the eye could track. To the rest of the guild, the three were a blur of motion, cutting through the battlefield like a storm of destruction.
Chronos raised his hands, lightning crackling between his fingertips. "Dragon's Lightning!" he shouted, and a massive bolt of energy ripped through the air, striking down several orcs in a single, devastating hit.
Zedis was right behind him, his sword a blur as it cleaved through an orc's thick hide with a brutal, powerful strike. But it was Dracon who truly stole the show. His movements were a blur of speed and precision, too fast for the untrained eye to follow. In the blink of an eye, five Orc Lords fell, their bodies sliced cleanly in two before they even had a chance to realize what had happened.
Zedis glanced over at Dracon, his expression a mix of awe and amusement. "You just love showing off, don't you?"
Chronos, having finished off his share of enemies, turned to Dracon, a grin tugging at his lips. "You've truly become something else, Dracon. A monster, in the best possible way."
Dracon didn't respond immediately, simply walking toward the fallen orcs with a calm, measured stride. As he prepared to use his Gluttony skill, a familiar sound rang in his ears—Ding! His heart skipped a beat.
In front of him, shimmering in the dim light of the dungeon, the system screen he had been waiting for finally appeared.