Chapter 11: "Amelia Cromwell"

In the lavish confines of a lavishly adorned room, a robust man held court from the plushness of his regal chair.

His fingers moved with rhythmic precision, tapping upon an ornate table that exuded an air of grandeur akin to the chambers of a monarch.

Seated gracefully across from him was a striking young woman in her early twenties.

Her very presence seemed to command attention—a mesmerizing cascade of golden tresses framed her captivating visage, and her eyes, a deep and piercing blue, held an enigmatic depth that hinted at the universe's most profound secrets.

Her figure was nothing short of perfection, an hourglass silhouette that could rival the most iconic sculptures.

Her curves, etched with precision, mirrored the very definition of allure. She was nothing short of an angelic creation, sculpted by the divine hands of aesthetics itself.

Their conversation revolved around a momentous event—the imminent hunter exam.

Addressing her with affection as "Little Ame," the well-built man, none other than Amelia's father and the current head of the prestigious Cromwell family, inquired about her level of preparedness.

"Little Ame, today marks your hunter exam. How well-prepared do you feel?" inquired the well-built man.

He inquires about her preparations for a significant event, the hunter exam, which is a pivotal moment in her life.

"Yes, Daddy. I aspire to awaken as an S-rank or above hunter, much like yourself, and bring honor to our esteemed Cromwell family," replied the beautiful young woman.

Amelia, whose destiny would mark her as the "Ice Beauty" and the sole female SSS-rank hunter in the United States, responded with unwavering determination.

She harbored aspirations to follow in her father's illustrious footsteps, aiming to ascend to the esteemed rank of an S-rank or even higher, thereby bringing unending glory to the Cromwell lineage.

The Cromwell family, renowned for their affluence and prestige, adhered to a tradition of grooming their offspring from a tender age.

They nurtured their heirs with mana stones, rare gems extracted from dungeons, which would become the bedrock of their power and abilities.

Amelia's father, benevolent and supportive, offered assistance and arrangements for her impending hunter exam.

He emphasized that familial concerns need not weigh on her mind, reassuring her that both he and her brother would adeptly manage such matters.

"Little one, you need not concern yourself with family affairs. Your brother and I can competently handle them. Focus solely on your hunter exam today. Shall I make any preparations?" inquired her father.

"Dad," Amelia's voice grew firmer, resonating throughout the room. "I shall exert my utmost effort, relying solely on my abilities."

"But..."

"No 'buts,' Daddy. I am fully aware of what I'm undertaking," Amelia declared resolutely.

However, Amelia displayed a resolute spirit and unwavering independence. She declined any semblance of favoritism or assistance, vowing to rely solely on her abilities and hard-earned achievements to triumph in the forthcoming exam.

The Cromwell family, a preeminent and influential clan in America, harbored ambitious plans and far-reaching ambitions, necessitating the presence of formidable hunters in the post-catastrophe era.

Amelia's father assured her that family matters were firmly under control, as her brother was primed to lead the "Tiger Hunter" Guild, with the wholehearted support of the guild's board members.

Amelia's feelings of frustration and being overshadowed by her brother became palpable as she clenched her teeth in defiance and left the room with a determined stride.

The sound of the door slamming shut reverberated through the opulent chamber, punctuating her departure with finality.

However, as for what the future may hold for our hero and Amelia, the enigmatic twists of fate that may intertwine their destiny, those tales shall remain shrouded, waiting to be unveiled at a later time.

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Eager to unravel the mysteries of the status window, Alex turned to the system for insights and guidance on how to advance his levels.

[Alex, the answers you seek will become clearer as you venture forth into dungeon hunting. The pursuit of knowledge through experience often trumps passive learning.

As you engage in combat, defeat monsters, and explore dungeons, you will gain levels and gradually unravel the intricacies of the status panel.]

"I'll take that as a hint, Aira," Alex responded with a chuckle, "But you know, I had to try."

Aira retorted with a playful yet firm tone, [I certainly am not your 'lovey-dovey,' and don't behave like a child, Alex. Remember, you're an adult in a young man's body.]

Alex found herself at a loss for words, taken aback by the system's cheeky remark.

Determined to decipher the status window further, Alex contemplated it as if it were an integral part of an RPG game.

While he deduced that HP likely represented his health and MP referred to mana, the meanings of AP and SP remained elusive.

"Aira, you can help me with this, right?" Alex queried, seeking clarity. "What do AP and SP stand for?"

The system provided a concise response, [Certainly, Alex. AP stands for Attribute Points, and SP stands for Skill Points. With AP, you can increase your attributes, such as strength and intelligence, while SP allows you to enhance your proficiency in skills.

Every skill has three proficiency levels: beginner, basic, and mastery. You can naturally improve your proficiency through practice, but you can also use SP to boost your skill level.]

Acknowledging the explanation, Alex sought further elaboration to delve deeper into these concepts.

As time flowed on, Alex found himself inquisitive and eager to gain understanding. He posed numerous questions to the system, a blend of queries that sometimes met with informative responses and, on occasion, silence from the enigmatic entity.

This dynamic served as a reflection of his evolving journey, where knowledge was both a guiding light and a mysterious veil obscuring certain truths.

Glancing at the clock, Alex's eyes fell upon the time displayed: 10.15 AM. A surge of realization and urgency coursed through him. "Ohh, dear," he muttered, a tinge of anxiety creeping in. Only 45 minutes remained until the crucial hunter test awaited him.

Alex, known for his methodical approach and preparedness, steeled himself for the impending challenge. His mind, a whirlwind of thoughts, knew he had to strategize, but first, he needed to successfully navigate today's test to pave the way for his future endeavors.

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