My story began on a night that no one could properly explain.
According to my grandmother, a blazing meteor tore through the sky eighteen years ago and crashed near her small, broken house on the outskirts of town. When she rushed outside to see what had fallen from the heavens, she did not find a burning rock.
She found a baby.
That baby was me.
My grandmother named me Kayado and raised me as her own grandson. I never knew who my real parents were, and for most of my life, I stopped wondering about them. To me, my grandmother was the only family I had in this world.
But life with her was never easy.
We were poor—so poor that even buying food for the next day sometimes felt like a victory. Watching my grandmother struggle every day made something grow inside my heart: a determination to become strong enough to change our lives.
From a young age, I trained harder than anyone around me.
I studied martial arts, practiced swordsmanship, and learned how to use different kinds of weapons. While other children were playing, I was training until my hands bled and my muscles refused to move.
Slowly, my efforts began to pay off.
At the academy, I became known as a prodigy. I excelled not only in combat training but also in academics. Whether it was strategy, weapon mastery, or physical endurance, I stood at the top in almost every field.
I won tournament after tournament.
My name began spreading from one academy to another. Students admired me, teachers praised me, and people started calling me something that always made me uncomfortable:
"The Holy Son of Humanity."
Because of my achievements, many academies tried to recruit me. In the end, I received a full scholarship to one of the most famous institutions in the region—LOS Academy.
For someone who had grown up in poverty, it felt like a dream.
Everyone expected great things from me. They believed that once I awakened as a Hunter, I would surely become one of the strongest.
And honestly...
I believed it too.
Five days ago, the Awakening Ceremony was held.
That day was supposed to be the beginning of my legend.
Instead, it became the day my fate laughed at me.
While others awakened powerful abilities and high ranks, my result shocked everyone. I was given a rank so low that it had never been officially used before:
F Rank.
The lowest of the low.
For a moment, I couldn't even understand what had happened. The laughter around me was so loud that it felt unreal, like I had fallen into a nightmare.
When I looked at the people around me, I saw something that hurt more than their laughter.
Pity.
Disgust.
The same people who once admired me now looked at me as if I were something pathetic.
Some mocked me openly.
"So the Holy Son of Humanity was all hype."
"He trained his whole life just to become an F-Rank."
"Maybe he should start cleaning dungeons instead of conquering them."
Those words cut deeper than any blade.
The worst part was that many of those people had once tried desperately to become my friends when I was popular. They wanted my attention, my recognition, and my support.
Now they treated me like I was nothing.
But I never asked them to believe in me.
And they had never done anything to help me reach where I was.
So what right did they have to laugh?
Still, dreams do not feed a hungry family.
My grandmother still needed money to survive.
So I swallowed my pride and searched for any work I could find. Eventually, I managed to get a job with a dungeon resource collection team.
The work was simple but dangerous—collecting monster remains and valuable materials after hunters cleared a dungeon.
Getting the job itself was humiliating.
I had to beg the owner.
The man was technically my uncle, but even that relationship didn't help much. He looked at me with disappointment before finally agreeing to give me a chance.
Today was my first day.
From the very beginning, the hunters on the team treated me like I was invisible.
No… that would have been better.
They treated me like something lower than an insect.
I carried most of the equipment.
I gathered the majority of the resources.
I did the work no one else wanted to do.
Yet I was the one who received the insults.
Even during lunch, while the others were resting and eating, I was ordered to continue working.
But I didn't complain.
I couldn't afford to.
Finally, after hours inside the dungeon, the hunters reached the boss room.
The moment the door opened, their expressions changed.
Standing inside the chamber was a monster far stronger than anything expected in that dungeon.
A D-Rank monster.
But the pressure it released felt closer to that of a C-Rank monster.
For a moment, fear spread across the hunters' faces.
Then their eyes slowly turned toward me.
Before I could understand what was happening, they grabbed me and shoved me forward.
"Buy us some time," one of them said coldly.
The next second, they activated a Teleportation Stone.
A bright light filled the room.
One by one, they disappeared.
Every single hunter escaped.
Everyone…
Except me.
And the monster standing in front of me.
What happened after that…
You already know.