The Hunter Analysis Department was filled with an eerie silence. Everyone in the room stared at their screens, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief. The data they had just received from Linggis didn't just contain crucial information—it revealed a harsh truth that had been hidden from the public eye, even from themselves.
"This…" one of the analysts murmured, almost in a whisper. He was reading a file detailing the existence of SS-rank and SSS-rank dungeons, which had long been considered mere myths. "If this is true, we're not even prepared to face half of the threats that exist in this world."
In the corner of the room, a female analyst covered her face with trembling hands. "This data shows that there are more than 15 active SS-rank dungeons whose emergence has only been delayed. And there's strong evidence that one of them will appear in less than three months… What should we do?"
Dr. Vaughn, the head of the department, let out a deep sigh. He stared at the large projection in the middle of the room, displaying a diagram of high-rank demon attacks that Linggis had fought. There was a clear pattern in their strategy, a pattern that no one had ever noticed before.
"This is worse than we imagined," Dr. Vaughn said in a heavy voice. "Not only are these SS-rank and SSS-rank dungeons a real threat, but the demons' strategy shows that they've studied our movements more deeply than we ever thought. The attacks we believed were random were actually all part of a structured plan."
"And the worst part," added a senior analyst who had just finished scanning data from another file, "we're losing more hunters every month due to unrealistic policies and expectations. This data also reveals a hunter death rate far higher than what has been officially reported. Our system is already rotting from within."
Everyone turned to the senior analyst. This information hit them like a punch to the gut—especially for the analysts who had dedicated their lives to trying to protect humanity. But the truth was, they had never really known how bad the situation truly was.
Dr. Vaughn walked to the front of the room, standing near the main screen. He looked at his team, trying to maintain his composure despite the despair on his face. "We have to accept this bitter reality. The hunter system we've taken pride in isn't as strong as we thought. The world is not what we believed it to be. But now is not the time to give up."
He turned back to the screen, which now displayed Linggis' records on the battles against 300 types of high-rank demons. "Linggis has already given us the key to understanding our enemies. He has fought 300 types of high-rank demons, far more than we ever suspected. This data might be our only hope of fixing the mistakes we've made."
A young analyst spoke in a trembling voice, "But, sir… if all of this is true, it means we're not even at the top of the food chain. We're like… livestock to those demons."
Those words brought a long silence. No one could refute that reality. The world they thought they understood was far darker and more dangerous than they had ever imagined.
Dr. Vaughn clenched his fists. "That may be true. But that doesn't mean we have to surrender. We have this data now, and we know what we're up against. What we must do is ensure that this information isn't wasted. And if Linggis has even more secrets, we need to make sure he's willing to talk."
The room was once again filled with the sound of keyboards and quiet discussions. Everyone knew that this data changed everything—not just for them, but for the entire world. And though it was a bitter pill to swallow, they had no choice but to accept this reality and find a way to fight back. Time was running out, and the threat they faced was getting closer.