A month had passed since the voice.
It was not a prank at all.
It was not some strange collective hallucination.
It was real.
A god's voice, echoing across the entire world was true.
And now, humanity was finally waking up to the terrifying truth.
Magic.
Powers awakened.
Monsters.
Actual monsters began to appear.
With that realization came danger.
Creatures not of this world began appearing, one after the other.
News of the three headed dragon spread like wildfire.
The world was already trembling with fear after the gods' voice declared Earth as the anchor for countless merged realms.
Creatures of myth now roamed freely the dragons, giants, and horrors beyond the Earth's lands and magic had awakened in humankind.
Yet.
The chaos had only begun.
Suddenly,
WHOOOOSH-ZZZZZZZAH!
WHOOOOHH-ZZZZKK!
WHOOOOSH-ZZZZZZZAH!
WHOOOOSH-ZZZZZZZAH!
WHOOOOHH-ZZZZKK!
In cities, villages, and wilderness, giant, glowing circles appeared without warning.
Each was a swirling portal of color white, Blue, Yellow, Orange, Red, Purple, and Black.
Each seemed to breathe with otherworldly energy.
(Davao, Philippines)
A vendor in Davao dropped her basket of fruits.
WHOOOOSH-ZZZZZZZAH!
"Ay, Diyos ko!" (Oh, my God!)
She screamed, clutching her rosary as a Blue Circle blazed into existence at the market's center.
"What is that?! What's happening?"
People around her stared, frozen.
A girl tugged on her mother's arm, her eyes wide with terror.
"Mama... I'm scared... "
She pulled her close.
"Stay behind me! Don't move!"
KRRRRKKKKK-ZZZZ!
The ground beneath them shook as the portal crackled with energy.
Sparks flew out, scorching the pavement.
Then someone pointed.
"Look! Something's coming through!"
"Grrrrrrrrrrghhhh!"
"Raarggh!"
(Sydney, Australia)
Elsewhere, in Sydney, the Harbor Bridge trembled as a Red Circle appeared midair, right above the water.
Cars screeched to a halt.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Mate, do you see that?"
A cab driver shouted, leaning out his window.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
His passenger gripped the seatbelt.
"What the bloody hell is that?!"
"Jesus, we're doomed!"
Someone screamed from a ferry as the portal pulsed with heat, sending waves across the bay.
(New York City, United States Of America)
WHOOOOSH-ZZZZZZZAH!
In New York's Times Square, a Black Cirlce appeared above a massive billboard.
"What the f*ck is going on?!"
A man in a suit shouted, pushing through the panicked crowd.
"Run!"
A woman yelled, stumbling as people surged around her.
"It's the end! It's the damn apocalypse!"
"Shut up, Karen!"
Someone snapped, though his face was pale with fear.
A newsstand vendor clung to his table as magazines fluttered into the street.
"The gods ain't listening, man! We're on our own!"
The air grew heavier.
People across continents felt it in their Bones pressure, a sense of danger that could not be ignored.
Fear turned into frenzy.
(Paris, France)
WHOOOOSH-ZZZZZZZAH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
In Paris, a group of street musicians dropped their instruments as a Purple Circle opened over the Seine.
"Mon Dieu! (My God!) "
One gasped.
"Ça ne peut pas être vrai! (This can't be true!) "
Another whispered, backing away.
Tourists screamed.
"Ahhh!"
SPLASH!
A man lost his footing and fell into the river, splashing helplessly as onlookers scrambled to help.
(Somewhere In Sahara Desert)
A nomadic tribe stared at a White Circle hovering just above the dunes.
WHOOOOOSH!
The wind howled.
RRUUUUAAAGHHH!
RRUUUUAAAGHHH!
The camels brayed in terror.
"It is a sign!"
The tribe's elder shouted.
"The gods have unleashed their wrath!"
...
Human voices rose in terror everywhere.
Sirens blared.
People prayed, cursed, and cried.
Panic gripped the world.
People prayed to the gods for salvation.
But no one answered their prayers.
Circles of swirling colors White, Blue, Red, and Black appeared all over the land of Earth.
No one knew what they were, but danger radiated from them.
(10 Days Later)
In the grip of chaos, world leaders called for an emergency summit.
The conference room was a storm of voices.
Presidents, prime ministers, and military generals all shouted at once.
"Those creatures!"
"Have you seen them?!"
"They're tearing through cities!"
"Modern weapons are useless!"
"What's causing this things to form?!"
THWAKKK!
The Chinese president pounded his fist on the table, his brows furrowing like storm clouds.
"Enough!"
He barked, his accent thick.
"We cannot afford to panic like this. These portals..."
"This things will be called 'Portal Dungeon'!
Last day this Portal detonated in Beijing yesterday. What came out…"
His voice grew quieter, darker.
"Bullets didn't even scratch it."
The American president sighed heavily.
"Sight, we've had similar attacks in New York,"
He said, his drawl carrying the weight of sleepless nights.
"Shame,"
Muttered the Russian president.
"Weapons not working… pfft. blyat."
He crossed his arms.
"We need bigger bombs."
"Why you all are acting like chickens with your heads cut off!"
The Indian president leaned back with a sharp grin.
"Don't you see it?"
"The gods have blessed us."
"We can fight them."
"We can kill them!"
...
...
Confusion spread across the room.
The Indian president raised a hand, and flames leapt from his palm, dancing in the air.
SIZZLE. SIZZLE.
Gasps erupted.
"You call this blessed?"
Snapped a delegate from Nepal.
He reached out, touching the fire with skepticism.
"Aaaargggghhhhh!"
"IT HURTS! Aaarghhh!"
His scream filled the room as his hand burned until a green light shimmered over his palm, healing the wound instantly.
He stared, wide-eyed.
"What… what is this?"
The Indian president smirked.
"This,"
He said,
"Is the New Era!"
The realization hit them all at once.
Humanity wasn't powerless.
The gods had granted gift, gifts to survive.
From that moment, the Global Adventurer Association (GAA) was born.
Guilds rose.
Individuals discovered their classes,
Mages bent magic to their will.
Enhancers buff giver.
Healers heals the injured ones.
Beast Tamers, Necromancers, and Assassins thrived.
Special classes emerged too, names whispered with reverence,
God's Avatar and Dragon Tamer.
Stories claimed that S-Rankers can conquer a level A dungeon alone.
The Global Adventurer Association, or GAA, was formed to bring some order to the chaos after magic and monsters started appearing everywhere.
People had to be ranked by strength E-Class for beginners, all the way up to the legendary SSS-Class.
But even with so many adventurers around, only six people in the whole world had reached S-Rank.
Stories claimed that S-Rankers can conquer a level A dungeon alone.
(Somewhere In United Kingdom)
"There's only six of 'em?'
A man at a small roadside shop asked, sipping his coffee.
" Yeah! The first one's in China."
"Heard he's a living tank! Doesn't even blink when a horde of Orges attacks him!"
The man next to him, chewing on a piece of dried meat, chuckled.
"You think that's something? Ha!"
"India's got one who burns monsters just by lookin' at 'em."
"They say he set a whole nest of bugs on fire without movin' a muscle!"
An old fisherman resting nearby let out a grunt.
"Ha! You kids don't know real power."
"The guy in Russia? They call him the Iron Beast! Crushed a level B sea serpent's neck with his bare hands, like it was a twig! That is power!"
The first man snorted.
"Yeah yeah, but you forgot about the one in the U.S. She's got a sword that rumored to be made by the gods themselves!"
"That blade cuts monsters like butter."
Then a quiet voice came from the corner, where a thin man sat, mostly hidden by shadows.
"Germany's got someone too,"
He whispered, his eyes wide.
"But he's different."
"Not just strong."
"They call him…"
"God's Avatar."
Someone let out a low whistle.
WHISTLE~
"They say he doesn't just beat monsters,"
The man continued, leaning forward.
"They disappear. Just… gone."
The shopkeeper wiped his hands with a cloth, shaking his head.
"It don't matter how strong they are,"
He said.
"This new world's still dangerous."
"And there are things out there even they don't understand."
(Present Time)
(GonGon Apartment, Davao)
RING! RING! RING!
Ken groaned as his phone blared beside his bed.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! RING!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! RING!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! RING!
He slammed his hand on it, groaning.
"Ugh… Yey, I'm eighteen,"
He mumbled.
His voice lacked enthusiasm.
"Yay..."
Birthdays weren't worth celebrating, not after what happened to his parents six years ago.
Still half-asleep, he rubbed his face.
"I can finally find out my class,"
He muttered.
"Hmmm… Yawn I'm still tired."
Shuffling into the kitchen, he opened the fridge.
"Leftover fried rice again,"
"Sigh"
He sighed, scooping it onto a plate.
He plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV.
[NM News]
[FIRST EVER IN HISTORY!]
"The Bukidon Guild has successfully raided an A+ Dungeon, a first for the Philippines!"
"They joined forces with the Bakunawa Guild, the strongest guild in the nation!"
Ken watched as a reporter rushed toward George, the Mad Knight, shoving a mic in his face.
"Sir George, what are your thoughts on Bukidon's performance?"
George smirked.
His voice carried a smug tone as he drawled,
"Maayos naman ang ginawa nila. (They did alright.) Exceeded my expectations… Barely."
Ken's lip curled.
"Bakunawa's so full of themselves,"
He muttered.
His accent thickened as frustration bubbled.
"Acting like they are the kings of the world just because they're ranked 93rd globally."
"Pweeeh! What a joke."
He chewed his rice slowly, eyes narrowed.
"George doesn't even know how to be humble. Pweeeh."
Finished with his meal, Ken dumped the empty plate into the sink and washed it half-heartedly before heading back to his room.
He pulled on his plain white shirt with a black hoodie and a pair of black jeans, slipping his worn-out sneakers on with a grunt.
"Alright,"
He whispered, grabbing his ID from the counter,
"Time to see what I'm made of."
He stepped out of his apartment into the humid morning air, where an old woman sitting by her door greeted him.
"Hoy, Ken! Asa ka padulong?" (Hey, Ken! Where are you off to?)
Ken politely smiled.
"Magpa-class analyze na ko, Nay." (Going to get my class analyzed, grandma.)
The woman's eyes lit up.
"Ka-excited ba nimo!" (How exciting of you!)
She chuckled.
"Unsa man imong pangandoy nga klase?" (What class do you hope to get?)
"Maski unsa basta maayo." (Anything good.)
He waved as he walked away.
The bus ride was bumpy and hot.
Ken sat near the back, the faint smell of diesel and fried peanuts in the air.
As he stared out the window, he couldn't help but imagine his future.
" What would my class be?"
"Would he be a Mage?"
"An Enhancer?"
"Maybe even a rare Dragon Tamer!"
He bit his lip, feeling a flutter of nerves.
A conversation from behind caught his attention.
"Did you hear?"
A man whispered urgently.
"Another Level A Portal Dungeon opened near Mount Apo-Talomo."
"Seriously?"
His companion hissed.
"Those things are getting out of hand!"
Ken's stomach knotted.
When the bus finally pulled up to the Bukidon Guild headquarters, the massive structure loomed before him like a rich building.
"Woah!"
He stepped inside with nervous body.
"Excuse me,"
He said nervously, approaching the front desk.
"I'd like to have my class analyzed."
The staff member, a woman with glasses perched on her nose, glanced up with a smile.
"Of course,"
She said.
"Please fill out this form."
She handed him a clipboard with a pen.
Ken scribbled his name, age, and other details before returning it.
"Your ID, please,"
She asked.
Ken handed his ID over to the staff member.
"Thank you. Follow me."
She led him down a long hallway to a door labeled.
(Class Analysis Room.)
Inside, the room was so futuristic, with a glowing orb resting on a pedestal in the center.
"Go ahead,"
The woman instructed, her voice calm.
"Step into the center and place your hand on the orb. It will reveal your class."
Ken's heart raced as he approached.
His hand trembled as he touched the smooth surface.
Suddenly, a bright white glow erupted from the orb.
Ken's eyes widened with excitement.
"I'm finally going to be an adventurer!"
The staff member watched him closely, her smile fading into something softer.
Almost pitying.
She stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay,"
She whispered.
"You're not the only one."
Ken blinked, confused.
"What do you mean?"
The glow dimmed.
She took a deep breath.
"Your class… is Necromancer."
Ken's heart leapt.
"Necromancer?! That's great, right? That's an S-Rank class!"
But her expression remained somber.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He asked.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
The woman hesitated.
"There are… three types of Necromancers. The first can summon dozens of undead based on their mana pool capacity."
"The second, an Undead King, can summon and command hordes of undead. But the third…"
"The third is called an Undead Master."
Ken's excitement grew.
"That sounds amazing!"
Her eyes met his, filled with pity.
"Undead Masters have to make the undead submit willingly… to 'acknowledge' you as their master."
"And... Almost everyone with that class has died trying."
Ken felt the blood drain from his face.
"Wait..."
"Wait… What?"
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"That class… is also known as the. Cursed Class'."
Ken stared at her, his chest tightening.
"The… Cursed Class?"
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MORE INFORMATIONS
PORTAL DUNGEON
A phenomenon that shattered the balance of the world, a cataclysmic anomaly of unknown origin.
Appearing suddenly, it manifests as glowing portals, rifts, and fissures in space, leading to alternate realms filled with danger and mystery.
CLASSIFICATION:
Portals are categorized by their aura colors:
- White Low-level threat, often containing minimal danger.
- Blue Moderate threat
- Yellow, Orange – Increasing danger.
- Red High-level threat, lethal even for seasoned adventurers. None survived.
- Black Catastrophic, Stuff of legends. None survived an encounter with these.
- Origin:
The true origin remains unknown. Theories link it to ancient gods or cosmic forces beyond human comprehension. Its arrival marked the dawn of a perilous age, throwing humanity into a battle for survival.
GLOBAL ADVENTURER ASSOCIATION (GAA)
Formed in the wake of the Portal Dungeons' arrival, the (GAA) united the world's governments and the strongest guilds to organize humanity's response to the new era.
Its primary mission was to categorize adventurers, manage dungeons, and ensure the survival of the human race.
ADVENTURER RANKINGS:
Adventurers are graded from E to SSS based on power, skill, and experience.
NOTABLE CLASSES:
- Mage: Mastery of elemental magic.
- Enhancer: Buff giver.
- Knight: Split into Holy and Hell variants.
- Necromancer: Controllers of the dead, feared and misunderstood.
- Beast Tamer: Commands wild, mystical creatures.
SPECIAL CLASSES:
- God's Avatar: Chosen by divine power.
- Dragon Tamer: Wielders of ancient dragon magic.