In a dimly lit room sat a haggard-looking man.
Thin, malnourished, almost skeletal he looked as if death could claim him at any moment. His deep eyes carried the weight of centuries of suffering, though he was only twenty-five. Long white hair draped over his shoulders. He was average in height, but his presence felt heavy, almost suffocating.
He stared blankly into the void, lost in memories of his beloved family.
How did he end up here?
It all began one hundred years ago.
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At first, it was a day like any other until the explosion.
A deafening boom shook Central Park. Panic spread instantly. Many thought it was a terrorist attack. They were wrong.
In the middle of the blast, a massive yellow portal appeared circular, glowing fiercely, floating in the air. Everything around it melted under its heat. The atmosphere turned heavy, dread filling every breath.
Thirty minutes later, the army arrived, surrounding the area with a one-mile barricade. Silence hung over the park.
Then
BANG!
A massive scaled arm ripped through the portal, followed by a monster with pale skin, bulging muscles, claws sharp as blades, and fangs dripping with hunger. It dropped onto all fours, radiating pure killing intent.
The commander froze, then roared:
"Open fire! Kill that abomination!"
Gunfire rattled the air. Bullets tore forward yet none pierced its skin.
ROAAAAAR!
The beast lunged, ripping a soldier in half before anyone could blink. Chaos erupted. Screams. More creatures spilled from the portal. Bombs became the only effective weapons, but even then, it took ten elite operatives to bring the monsters down.
By the time the wave ended, over 500 people were dead. The government declared martial law. The world, horrified, named the incident:
The Doom dungeon
Two months later, a reckless group snuck into the portal. Inside, they discovered another world swarming with endless horrors from earlier later named Skin Crawlers. Their strength, speed, and agility defied human comprehension.
Yet strangely, those who fought them began to change. They started to feel and control a strange energy .mana.
Some bent fire and water. Others gained monstrous strength. Some twisted their bodies into new forms.
For two long months they fought. Through blood and death, they learned to harness mana. In the end, they struck down the dungeon's boss and the survivors were sent back to Earth.
From that day onward, dungeon breaks began appearing all over the world.
The dungeons were ranked by tiers, 1 through 6.
The beasts within were classified as Earthly, Mutant, Sacred, Heavenly, hellish, Godly, and the rarest of all—Godless Beasts.
But humanity soon learned there was a difference far deadlier than tiers.
There were beasts primal, savage, and instinct-driven.
And then there were humanoid beasts twisted mockeries of man, carrying intelligence and cruelty beyond imagination.
Their classifications struck fear into every heart:
Death ,Nightmare ,Abomination ,Devilish ,Catastrophe,Cosmic
Even the weakest humanoid beast could rival a higher-ranked normal beast. They didn't just slaughter they hunted, planned, and destroyed with purpose. Against them, humanity trembled on the edge of despair.
Humans adapted.
Their strength was ranked
Awakened :The first step. They gain their aspect and can harness mana for basic attacks and techniques.
Ascended : When all attributes reach the threshold, the soul awakens its weapon. The bond between wielder and soul weapon grants devastating new abilities.
Apex : Warriors whose aura burns fierce. They fuse mana with their skills, unleashing techniques far beyond the reach of the Awakened. Their very presence dominates battle.
Suppressor :Masters who unlock their mana core, a reservoir of refined mana. They can fly, manipulate mana freely, and overwhelm weaker beings just by will.
Transcendent : Create domains of power, bending reality to the law of their aspect. Within their domain, they are near invincible.
Almighty Supreme :The pinnacle of existence. Their will reshapes worlds, their techniques tear the fabric of creation. They are legends made flesh.
The dungeons were classified between tier 1 to 6 . Each with the level of beasts that resides in them.
Years passed, and countless heroes rose. Awakened fighters grew so influential they rivaled governments themselves.
Eventually, under the pressure of martial law, a coup erupted. The military seized control, and from the ashes rose the Top Nine Guilds—the most powerful forces in the new world.