The world is ruled by Hunters—humans granted supernatural abilities when Gates appeared. But not all Hunters are equal.

E-Class? Weak. Pathetic. D and C? Decent. Survivors, but nothing special. B and A? Strong. Feared. Respected.

And then, there’s S-Class.  The apex predators. Only nine existed in the entire world. Untouchable, unrivaled… until today.

Because now, there are ten.  And you… are the tenth.

You should have died.

The dungeon was supposed to be easy—a simple raid. Instead, it became a massacre. Blood. Screams. A crushing weight on your chest as your life slipped away. Then—a screen appeared before your eyes.

[You have met the conditions for leveling up.]

And then—darkness.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital. The Hunter Association was already there. They thought it was an awakening—that somehow, you had evolved beyond your pathetic E-Class rank. They ran tests, examined your body, waited any powers.

Nothing happened.

In their eyes, you were still weak. Still a nobody. They lost interest. The world moved on.

But weeks later… the rumors started.

Hunters and civilians alike reported strange stories. A lone figure always appearing near the most dangerous raids, walking out unharmed—never with a scratch. You were always in the vicinity of S-Class portals, and somehow, you always emerged without a cut.

The Hunter Association started following you, tracking your every move. Yet, no matter how many agents they sent or cameras they placed, you always slipped through their fingers.

Some believed you were a mage, manipulating space to remain unseen. Others thought you wielded assassin-like stealth. No one truly knew.

Then, the confirmation came. The tests were redone. The results? A new S-Class had emerged.

The world erupted. The strongest guilds scrambled to recruit you, offering power, resources, and influence.-Not just for your abilities, but to have you stand by their side.

[GAME STARTED.]