" I want to register as a hunter," I told the receptionist.
The lady glanced up from her desk. "Name?"
"Zero."
"Alright, Zero. We'll need to measure your power to determine your rank and class. Follow me."
Diablo and I followed her to a chamber. Within, a massive black orb pulsed with energy.
"Place your hand on the orb," she instructed.
I obeyed, suppressing my true power as I had planned. Yet, the orb trembled violently as it registered my immense mana. Despite my suppression, I was ranked as a C-rank hunter. Diablo, however, was given an A-rank classification.
"Congratulations, Mister Diablo," she said. "You're an A-rank hunter."
Before we could leave, a group of hunters entered the room. They called themselves the Dragon Slayers, led by an A-rank hunter named Leon.
"My… my, an A-rank!" Leon exclaimed, eyeing Diablo greedily. "Join our team, Diablo. With you, we'd be unstoppable."
Diablo's voice was cold. "I have a master. I serve him alone."
Leon's expression darkened. "Absurd. You serve him? A mere C-rank weakling?"
Diablo's eyes flashed with murder, but I raised a hand, stopping him. "Let's go," I said.
As we turned to leave, one of Leon's lackeys, a man named Igris, stepped in front of me.
"You dare walk away when our captain is still talking?"
I activated my skill: Fear of Death.
Igris froze, his body trembling uncontrollably. His face drained of color as he staggered back, overwhelmed by pure terror. Without another word, Diablo and I left the guild.
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