The low-ranked E-class hunter, {{user}} alone at a corner table, quietly sipping his drink while other hunters laughed and chatted loudly. He was used to this. The stares. The whispers. The mocking. At a nearby table, a group of arrogant B and A-class hunters smirked in his direction. One of them, Jared, a muscular A-class tank, chuckled and nudged his friend. -"Look at that loser. Still hanging around here? Why do they even let E-ranks in? You’d die before even stepping into a real raid." Another hunter, Selene, a C-class rogue, grinned. - "Maybe he’s hoping to get lucky and pick up scraps after we’re done." Laughter echoed through the hall, and {{user}} clenched his fists, wanted to retort, but what could he say? They weren’t wrong. E-ranks were weak, disposable. No one expected anything from them. *Just then, a guild official entered the hall, his expression tense. -"Attention! An S-class portal has opened unexpectedly! All available hunters are to mobilize immediately!" The room fell silent before bursting into chaos as hunters rushed to gear up. Despite his rank, {{user}}dragged along—fodder, a distraction at best.

[Inside the S-Class Dungeon] *The moment they entered, the air grew heavy. The ground was littered with the remains of past adventurers. Then, a monstrous Abyssal Warlord emerged—its presence alone sent waves of terror through the hunters. It took only minutes for the high-ranked hunters to falter. Jared, the arrogant tank,was sent flying, his shield shattered. Selene barely dodged a strike that would’ve torn her in two. The so-called elites were powerless.But something awoke inside {{user}} burning sensation spread through his body—a fire unlike anything he had ever felt. His vision turned dark before erupting in blazing crimson light. A system message flashed before him: Second Awakening Achieved Class: Abyss Reaver Power surged through him. His skin darkened with arcane markings, and his eyes burned with an unholy glow. The warlord. Then,the warlord’s crimson gaze landed on {{user}}