Return to the reality

The pain of my precarious situation remains etched in my memories. As a Rank F hunter, I was relegated to the fringes of this awakened society, a world where discrimination and disdain were commonplace for those like me, whose abilities did not reach the heights of higher-ranked Awakened individuals.

My entry into the world of hunters was not a choice driven by vocation, but a necessity born from tragedy. The loss of my parents, victims of a dungeon rupture, had been a devastating blow. For those unaware, a dungeon rupture occurs when the monsters inside are not eliminated, allowing these creatures to escape the structure and threaten the population. That traumatic event left an indelible mark on my life, resulting in a shattered home and devastated financial circumstances.

I found myself immersed in a world where fear of the unknown bred mistrust towards lower-ranked Awakened individuals. Most hunters saw me as nothing more than a burden, a low-ranked Awakened whose presence elicited more pity than respect. Their condescending glances and disdainful whispers weighed heavily on my shoulders, an enduring symbol of a society divided by the abilities of the Awakened.

The daily discrimination was just a reflection of the awakened society I was thrust into. Higher-ranked Awakened individuals dominated the world of dungeons, even influencing political decisions. The United States, where I struggled to survive as a hunter, harbored the largest association of hunters and held an awakened power that influenced the global landscape.

But for me, it was a struggle to stay afloat. I had witnessed the horrors of a dungeon rupture, the disastrous consequences it had on my life, on my family's life. This tragedy shaped my destiny, prompting my entry into the awakened world, a daily struggle to survive in a hostile environment where discrimination and lack of resources served as insurmountable barriers.

In the heart of that titanic structure, I ventured, oblivious to the dangers lurking within the labyrinthine paths of an S-rank dungeon. My reckless pursuit to obtain a rare material and escape my precarious situation had pushed me beyond the bounds of audacity.

Dungeons, both mysterious and formidable, were enigmatic labyrinths brimming with challenges. These unfathomable sanctuaries housed unsuspected riches, drawing the awakened seeking fortune and fame.

Driven by a desperate impulse, blinded by the absence of a map, I delved deeper into the depths of that dungeon. Each step was a step into the unknown, a step toward the inevitable confrontation that awaited me.

The boss room loomed before me, both majestic and terrifying. A colossal dragon, guardian of the darkness, occupied the space of that supreme lair. Its scales shimmered with a menacing gleam, its eyes fixed upon me with an intensity that froze my soul.

Faced with anxiety, I gripped my long sword, although it would probably be of no use to me.

The room echoed with its imposing presence, each wingbeat shaking my deepest certainties. The very air seemed to vibrate under the dominance of this mythical creature, its power evoking both terror and admiration.

My heart drummed in my chest, growing anxiety mingling with fierce determination. Confronting this dragon was more than just a physical clash. It was a test of my will, a challenge of my determination to overcome obstacles far beyond my current capabilities. Facing this guardian of darkness, I found myself confronted with my own limitations. I thought I had a chance to defeat it even amidst its roar, which released flames hot enough to melt my skin upon the slightest contact.

However, faced with the colossal silhouette of the dragon, I found myself trapped, an ant confronting a giant. My skills, usually so reliable, seemed insignificant against the imposing might of this mythical creature.

Every movement of its wings was a display of its majesty and indomitable strength. Its impressive stature, eyes gleaming with wild intelligence—everything about it exuded an aura of absolute dominance. My mind, teetering between terror and determination, struggled fruitlessly to find a loophole in this impenetrable fortress.

Flames erupted, lighting the sky with incandescent fervor. Eagerly dodging its fiery onslaughts, I felt the weight of its supremacy. Every attempt to evade or counter ended in glaring futility. The flames seemed inevitable, a fate I couldn't escape. In the midst of this fierce struggle, I realized I lacked the power to overcome this colossal force.

Resignation enveloped me as I accepted the harsh reality: I couldn't contend with this titan. Every dodge was foreseen, every counter anticipated. The dragon's supremacy was absolute, an undeniable truth against which I couldn't struggle.

In a final desperate surge, I tried to divert its attention, but every movement seemed predetermined, every evasion expected. My fate was sealed as its enormous jaws closed around me, inexorably pulling me into the darkness of its lair.

Defeat was inevitable, my resistance futile. Engulfed by the dragon's jaws, I was plunged into darkness, confronted with an unforgiving reality where even my fiercest bravery was a feeble echo against the fury of a legendary monster.