Once a successful young entrepreneur in his twenties, he abandoned his career to devote himself fully to competition.
Fifteen-time champion of the global hunter tournament.
Five-time winner of the title, the most perfect man.
Morgan stood at the bow of the yacht, his imposing stance making his muscular frame radiate authority.
Every sharp edge and defined line of his physique gave the impression that even a falling sheet of paper would be sliced apart.
Look at his face! That flawless jawline was enough to make any man envious.
'This feeling… this is what it means to be undefeated.'
Morgan silently praised himself, outwardly maintaining an aura of absolute perfection.
Behind him, photographers clicked away nonstop, and reporters scribbled furiously, while fans knelt as if worshipping a god.
[We have determined that you are an exceptional candidate to become a dimensional hunter. Do you accept?]
A mechanical voice echoed in his mind. He was momentarily surprised, but how could a man like him ever feel fear?
"I'm already undefeated, and it bores me to death. If you can offer me excitement, I'm more than willing to accept."
[Rest assured, the role of a dimensional hunter is to conquer new dimensions. You will be transported to the central planet of a dimension. Conquer it, and you may become the ruler of that dimension, awarded a medal of honor, your name forever engraved in history.]
Morgan's eyes narrowed slightly. Clearly, he was interested, though still weighing the offer.
'What am I hesitating for? I am Morgan! Nothing is impossible for me.'
"I accept. But tell me in detail, what exactly counts as conquering a planet?"
[I will grant you a system to aid in leveling up. It functions much like a role-playing game. All you need to do is grow stronger and either defeat the most powerful beings or make them submit to your greatness.]
Simple. Brutal.
For a seasoned hunter like him, it was far more appealing than playing political games.
"Good, very good. When can I depart?"
[As long as you desire it, you may leave at any time.]
He had spent half a lifetime in this world. Before leaving, he intended to give it one final tremor.
Turning his head, he flashed a smirk at the crowd behind him.
Some of his fans nearly fainted from the overwhelming perfection of their idol.
"My journey in this world has come to an end. Farewell."
Whoosh!
Morgan vanished soundlessly before everyone's eyes, leaving the crowd frozen in place as though time itself had stopped.
"He… he disappeared?"
"Is this some kind of magic trick?"
"Idiot, does that look like a trick to you?"
As people argued, one devoted fan suddenly shouted.
"I understand! Finally understand! Lord Morgan is no mere mortal. I knew it. How could a human ever be that perfect?"
His words were the first ripple that sparked countless waves.
The fanatic crowd snapped out of their shock and erupted into cheers.
"My idol is a god!"
"Incredible, I knew I never chose the wrong person to admire!"
"The number one man in the world is without doubt Lord Morgan!"
The mob went wild. Reporters hurried to craft their articles, while cameramen realized they had captured priceless footage.
…
Morgan opened his eyes and found himself in a shabby room, not even a fraction as luxurious as what he was used to.
"Open status window."
…
Morgan: Lv.1
Class: Spearman
STR 10 | AGI 8 | VIT 12 | INT 6 | WIS 6 | DEX 8 | LUK 5
HP: 600 | MP: 180 | ATK: 28 | DEF: 18 | SPD: 16
Stat points: 0
Power Evaluation: F-
…
Seeing his trash stats, Morgan did not feel discouraged.
He glanced through fragments of memory and realized he had transmigrated into another youth also named Morgan.
The difference was that this one had none of his coolness. In fact, he was the very definition of a loser.
In this world, hunters were rare—only one in a thousand ever awakened.
Even though he was merely rank F-, that already placed him far above most people.
Yet his life looked even more hopeless than that of people who were not hunters.
Once, while collecting crystal in a dungeon, he was in an accident and had no money for a hospital and no insurance, so he lay there barely clinging to life.
"This guy is a fucking loser. But kid, you're lucky. Lord Morgan will take this body to the top."
He lifted his shirt and found his whole torso wrapped in bloodstained bandages, yet he felt no pain at all.
When he peeled the bandages away, the body was completely intact; not even a single scratch remained.
"Not bad at all. Either way, a dying body won't do as a hunter."
He looked around the room and saw only a pickaxe and a few tools for mining crystal and dissecting monster corpses.
"This is supposed to be a hunter? There isn't a single decent weapon. Whatever, I'll just borrow one when I get there."
He changed his clothes, cleaned up, and already looked much better. Then he shouldered his gear and went to find work.
Finding work was fairly simple.
This world had countless dungeons. Part-time jobs like digging up crystal and harvesting materials from monster bodies were endless.
If you dared to do them, there was always work.
…
Before long, he arrived at an F-rank dungeon.
In this world, dungeons were divided into eight tiers, from F to SS, each with an entry limit based on strength.
The maximum entry limit for an F-rank dungeon was hunter rank E.
No sooner had he arrived than he ran into several F-rank hunters. Recent memories flashed into his head.
'Good. These are the ones who killed this kid. Should I thank them or beat them up?'
After all, if they hadn't killed the original owner of this body, he might now be in a different dimension entirely.
"Yo, who's this? Is this our little Morgan? Nice to see you again."
A young man with dyed blonde hair, looking every inch the kind of trash who liked picking fights, swaggered over with his lackeys.