Chapter 10
HELLO!! HELGA!!
Suddenly the dungeon boss remembered that same line that tormented him one thousand years ago ...
He remembers my name ...
Helga staggered back, his monstrous claws twitching as Renji no, Januza stood before him, reborn in flesh and mana.
The sight clawed at Helga's sanity. His mind tore backward to a thousand years ago.
He remembered chains made of void, gnawing into his bones. He remembered screams ripped from his throat as his body was broken, healed, and broken again. He remembered a man cloaked in black flame and shadow, crimson eyes glowing like twin suns of despair.
That man had been Januza.
And now he stood before him again.
"No…" Helga's voice cracked. His body trembled, rage and fear bleeding together. "You cursed wretch… You should not exist! For one thousand years I waited… I trained… I devoured millions to erase the scar you carved into my soul!"
His mana erupted in violent waves, the entire dungeon vibrating under his monstrous roar.
"Now—it's MY TIME for retribution!"
With blinding speed, Helga blurred forward, his claws tearing open the air itself as he lunged for januza's throat.
But
Januza's head tilted slightly, his crimson eyes tracking the beast with casual ease.
And then—just a glance.
A flick of his gaze.
Boom!
Helga's body was hurled across the dungeon like a ragdoll, crashing through mountains of stone, shattering walls that had stood for centuries. The impact shook the ground like an earthquake.
Helga roared and rose, blood dripping from his wounds. "You… You mock me!?"
Januza's voice was calm, deep, almost bored.
"No… I'm simply reminding you of the difference."
With a flick of his wrist, chains of black flame erupted from the ground, wrapping around Helga's limbs. The beast struggled, thrashing violently, but the chains didn't budge. Instead, they constricted tighter, searing his flesh with the smell of burning rot.
"AAARGHHHHHH!" Helga screamed, his body convulsing.
Januza stepped closer, eyes glowing.
"You enjoyed tearing me limb from limb, didn't you? Forcing me to feel death again and again. To drown me in despair."
You forget your place beast!!
An overflowing surge of power was beaming down Renji's body
The chains twisted, snapping Helga's arms in opposite directions. His bones cracked like brittle wood.
Januza hand rose, and with it, Helga's body was lifted into the air like a puppet.
"Now…" Renji's voice dropped into a whisper of pure malice.
"…you will understand despair."
Godly Skills
[Void Rend] – The dungeon split open in a thousand fractures, reality itself trembling as Renji dragged Helga through the rift, shredding pieces of his body across the endless dark.
[Requiem Flame] – Black fire ignited on Helga's skin, a fire that didn't burn flesh but instead burned his soul, making his screams reverberate across dimensions.
[Eternal Crucible] – The chains rewove themselves endlessly, snapping Helga's bones, healing them, then snapping again—repeating the same torment Helga had inflicted upon Renji .
Helga shrieked as his limbs were ripped, his body shredded and reformed. "STOP! ENOUGH!"
Renji only stepped closer, his crimson eyes unblinking.
"Did you not say that once? A thousand years ago? And yet… I didn't stop."
Helga's screams filled the dungeon, echoing off every wall, carrying his fear to the deepest shadows.
At last, Helga's roar collapsed into sobs. The monster who had slaughtered hunters, who had reveled in torment, was now begging.
Januza tilted his head, watching with a faint smile.
"Now you know. What it means to suffer under me."
He raised his hand one final time, black flames spiraling into a sphere that hummed with annihilation.
[Oblivion's End].
Helga's eyes widened in horror. "No—!"
And then—
The sphere collapsed upon him, erasing his body, his mana, his soul, until there was nothing left.
Silence.
The dungeon trembled, walls cracking, the mana storm subsiding slowly as Renji—reborn as Januza—stood alone in the ruins of what once was Helga.
The dungeon lay silent.
Once filled with the roars of ghouls, the crushing presence of Helga, and the screams of hunters—it was now empty.
Empty, save for one.
Januza staggered, clutching his chest where his heart had once been torn. His breaths came shallow, but in his eyes burned something that wasn't there before.
The black strands of his hair slowly turned pale, one by one, bleeding into a shimmering white that glowed under the fading light of the collapsing dungeon. His shadow stretched unnaturally across the ground, and for a moment, his voice overlapped—two tones, one human, one godlike.
"You…" he whispered to the fading remnants of Helga's ashes.
"…seem to have forgotten."
The air trembled. His crimson eyes narrowed, his voice booming across the ruins.
"I AM JANUZA."
And then januza collapsed. His white hair spread across the dirt, fainting against the cold stone.
The dungeon—once an endless hellscape—crumbled into silence.
Meanwhile at the Hunters Bureau
Across the city, alarms rang. Mana readings spiked off the charts. The Bureau scrambled.
In the high council chamber, Chairman Wang Chi slammed his hand on the table.
"This… this is no ordinary dungeon. The mana signatures— they exceed even SS rank."
His aides exchanged nervous glances. "Could it be… an SSS-class outbreak?"
Without hesitation, Wang Chi reached for the secured line.
"Call him. Now."
On the other side of the continent, a man meditated in stillness atop a mountain temple. The wind itself seemed to bow around him, refusing to disturb his presence.
His name: Takeda Ryojin.
Japan's only SSS-ranked Hunter.
The phone buzzed once before he opened his eyes, revealing irises that shimmered like molten gold.
"…A dungeon boss with SSS mana?" he muttered, standing slowly. His aura alone cracked the tiles beneath his feet.
"Oh… the amusement."
With blinding speed, Takeda vanished, the mountain trembling as though the gods themselves had descended.
Following the coordinates provided, Takeda arrived at the gate in mere moments and with blinding speed sped through the heart of the dungeon His cloak fluttered behind him as he entered the crumbling space.
But what he found made his sharp eyes narrow.
Nothing.
No boss.
No magic beasts.
No treasure.
Just a single body lying on the ground.
Takeda knelt beside it, studying carefully. His gaze sharpened.
The boy's chest rose faintly—alive.
But what stunned Takeda wasn't his survival.
It was the lack of scars.
"This… is impossible." His voice was cold, analytical. "An SSS-class dungeon. And yet no trace of blood ? No traces of scars but with full destruction . Only… him."
He studied the boy's pale hair, the faint glow still clinging to his skin.
"…Who are you, really?" Takeda whispered.
But the gate was crumbling fast. He had no time. With a single motion, he lifted Renji onto his back and dashed out of the collapsing dungeon.
Renji was rushed to a nearby private hospital under Takeda's orders. Tubes, healers, and mana-infused machines surrounded him. On the surface, he seemed like an ordinary boy who had barely survived a raid.
But Takeda didn't move from the corner of the room. His golden eyes stayed fixed on the boy, doubt gnawing at him.
"No scars. No broken bones. No residual mana corrosion. Impossible in a gate of that magnitude."
His hand tightened on his blade.
"…Something is hiding beneath this shell."
But for now, Takeda remained silent. Watching. Waiting.
Because he knew—whatever had truly defeated the SSS-class Helga, does it mean there's another being stronger than him
Or is a renji an sss ranker