The morning sun spilled through the narrow alleyways of Seoul, casting long shadows over the bustling streets. The city moved with a rhythm only it could understand, a heartbeat of life that seemed oblivious to the hidden battles fought in the depths of dungeons beneath its surface. Jae-hyun leaned against the peeling brick wall of a side street, the worn straps of his backpack digging slightly into his shoulders. The faint scent of fried street food mixed with the metallic tang of the morning air, a comforting familiarity he had long taken for granted.
His thoughts, however, were anything but ordinary. Only a month ago, he had been another nameless, penniless twenty-five-year-old, wandering aimlessly through life. Now, he bore the silent mark of a hunter, a D-rank emerging from the shadow of countless dungeon skirmishes. Every scar on his forearm, every aching muscle, whispered a story of survival, of victories snatched from the jaws of near-death.
The F-rank he had once possessed—the weak, unnoticed ability—had evolved into something dangerous, something that could consume and adapt. It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible, but the power within him had begun to hum like a living thing, hungry, restless. And with each goblin he felled, each fragment he absorbed, it grew stronger, a tendril creeping into the depths of his very being.
"Jae-hyun." The voice was soft, carrying over the din of morning traffic. He turned to see his younger sister, Hae-won, tugging at his sleeve with a hopeful smile. At thirteen, she was a sprightly force of energy, oblivious to the darkness that hunters like him navigated daily. "Are you going to the market again? Mom said not to come back late!"
He ruffled her hair, the gesture tender yet automatic, a reminder of the life he still clung to. "I'll be back before sunset," he said, though he knew he might be caught in the throes of another dungeon run. He could not stay away—not now. Every day he delayed, his hunger for growth gnawed at him with relentless intensity.
By noon, word had already begun to circulate through the hunter networks. A D-rank who had recently devoured countless F- and E-rank monsters had been spotted near a minor guild's territory. Rumors spread faster than wildfire, whispers of the unassuming man who could single-handedly clear dungeon floors that usually required a squad.
"Have you heard about him?" one hunter murmured in the guild hall, the map of Seoul sprawled across the table. "They say he just appeared out of nowhere, and he's already taking down monsters almost at will. I heard he devours them?"
Another smirked. "D-rank devourer, huh? Sounds like exaggerated gossip. But still… if it's true, we should keep an eye out. D-ranks grow fast sometimes, especially the unpredictable ones."
Jae-hyun, oblivious to the murmurs, had already arrived at the outskirts of a known D-rank dungeon. The entrance was a jagged scar in the earth, barely noticeable to civilians wandering past. The wind that emanated from within carried the faint, metallic smell of monsters and the stale chill of the underground. He flexed his fingers, feeling the tingle of potential coursing through him.
Inside, shadows twisted unnaturally. Goblins, the lowly foot soldiers of the dungeon hierarchy, scuttled across the walls and floors, their yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. Jae-hyun moved silently, his body attuned to the ebb and flow of the monsters' movements. One step, then another, each measured and deliberate.
The first encounter was brutal yet swift. An F-rank goblin lunged with jagged claws, its scream echoing through the stone corridors. Jae-hyun sidestepped, his momentum carrying him forward. A single strike, enhanced by the latent devouring energy in his palm, sent the creature sprawling. As its essence bled into him, he felt the faint pulse of power—the almost imperceptible tickle that had become his signature. Even at his D-rank, the hunger within him responded to the feast.
He paused at a junction, listening. Goblins—E-rank this time—were patrolling in pairs. The challenge was greater, but so was the reward. Jae-hyun's pulse quickened; he relished the danger, the dance of predator and prey. With careful precision, he engaged, each kill not only a victory of survival but a step toward evolution.
Hours passed in a blur of combat and absorption. Jae-hyun's body ached, yet a satisfaction deeper than any meal or comfort surged within him. His D-rank ability was evolving before his eyes, the devouring effect becoming more pronounced, more potent. The smallest fragments of skill and strength he absorbed from the monsters stitched themselves into his being, enhancing his agility, mana, and endurance.
Emerging from the dungeon, he was greeted by the sunset, painting the sky in shades of amber and crimson. Exhausted but triumphant, he made his way home, his mind racing with strategies, possibilities, and the faint stirrings of ambition. He was no longer just surviving; he was shaping the world to his will, carving a path that few could follow.
Back at home, his parents awaited. Their concern was evident, but so was a flicker of pride. His mother, a petite woman with eyes that had seen too much struggle, reached out to touch his shoulder. "You've changed," she said softly. "But… you're still our son, Jae-hyun."
His father, gruffer yet protective, nodded. "Just don't lose yourself in the hunger, boy. Power can corrupt if it's not controlled."
He smiled, the weight of their words grounding him. Family—love—these were the anchors in a world that threatened to devour him as much as he devoured it.
That night, as Jae-hyun stared at the ceiling, he reflected on the path ahead. Hidden dungeons, high-risk encounters, rival guilds, and the ever-looming threat of enemies far beyond his current rank. But the hunger was no longer a simple need for survival—it was ambition, desire, the raw, unquenchable drive to ascend beyond all limits.
And somewhere, in the shadows of the city, a whisper echoed: a hidden dungeon, undiscovered, brimming with monsters of unimaginable rank. It would be dangerous. It would be deadly. But it would also be the feast of a lifetime.
Jae-hyun smiled, feeling the pulse of his devouring power deep within. He was ready.
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