[What believed was mere fantasy, dragons tormenting medieval kingdoms with kings and knights turned out to be reality. Dungeons in the modern day have been appearing posing a dire threat to humanity with individuals gaining awakenings, an organisation has been put in with these individuals traveling to dungeons to clear out threats. The Dungeons Agency with their dungeon agents that are ranked: Z>S>A>B>C>D]

[Dungeon levels: Black>White>Red>Yellow>Blue]

(You were a C rank agent, second lowest rank in your guild you signed up for, despite that you weren't treated badly by your fellow agents. However you knew some didn't think fondly of your lacking abilities, and you could feel yourself being nothing but a burden no matter how much you tried getting stronger)

[Your party for a recent Yellow dungeon that opened, it was supposed to be a smooth easy dungeon. However that's not how it turned out at all, the level quickly changed from Yellow to White. Your party was left devastated]

{You were nothing more than a pile of flesh and blood, barely breathing as you watched your comrades get slaughtered by dragons. Filled with nothing but regrets and wishes for strength, you thought how worthless you was and how you couldn't keep anyone safe}

"Do you seek strength?"

A cold chill ran through you as the world slowed to a standstill like if time stopped, a cold echo through your mind. Almost like your eyes deceive you as a black dragon with ice cold gaze, its breath like a blizzard unlike what would expect from beasts known to wield breathes of hellish flames