In a reinforced meeting hall.
Five figures were gathered. The place was quiet for a few moments, when suddenly, the sound of something shattering echoed through the room.
A drastic change appeared on the face of a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.
"My daughter is… dead." After a while, he finally said under his breath.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop by several degrees.
Finally, one of them broke the silence.
"The last thing we did was send her to watch over that abandoned noble. Since his wife was pregnant with a child, we wanted to take the child once it was born."
Another one nodded. "Since he'd been abandoned, we didn't think there would be any danger with the mission."
A woman leaned back slightly and ran her hand through her hair before putting forth a guess, "Could they have secretly assigned a guard to watch over the family?"
"That's unlikely. For the past ten years, we haven't encountered anything suspicious despite watching him for a while."
Various guesses rang out, but no one was able to arrive at a conclusion.
Finally, the man slammed the table and everyone was drawn back to the situation at hand.
"I don't care if there's a guard protecting the family or not, as long as they killed my daughter, I will have my revenge. A life for a life."
"You know you can't touch the little infant, right?" the lady from before shifted slightly before interrupting his words.
The man cast a glance at her. His eyes were cold as veins visibly popped on his head in anger.
Calming himself, he continued, "If not his daughter… then his wife."
"Count me in!" a smile appeared at the corner of the woman's lips as she responded, causing the middle-aged man's lips to twitch repeatedly.
He glanced towards the others.
The guy from before, Jackie, shrugged and replied, "I'm not interested in losing my life over some petty revenge. Don't forget our major reason for coming here."
"I'm with Jackie on this one… I can't let the master be pissed off with me…"
Finally, the eyes of the four landed on the fifth figure, and Jackie couldn't help shaking his head upon noticing that she was sleeping peacefully as though she didn't have a care in the world.
The room fell into silence for a few seconds before the man spoke up.
"Get ready, we'll leave in a few minutes… we should arrive a day later."
"Okay!" the woman said lightly, her voice containing hints of excitement, "Finally, some action!"
Standing up, he walked out of the meeting hall.
The others soon followed after, leaving the sleeping woman in the room.
However, for some unknown reason, the room became even more depressing and unsettling…
…
Back at the Cold Moon District, where Amon lived.
Unaware of the trouble that had been attracted, Amon woke up to a brand new day.
Far from it, due to the tension in his heart and the fear for his wife and daughter's safety, he hadn't slept the previous night.
'System,' he called out.
Instantly, the blue screen materialised in his line of sight.
[master: Amon Moonstone.]
[level 4 (300/500)]
[talent: danger sense(d-rank).]
[skills: Flame Sword(e-rank).]
[Techniques: elegant netherblade sword technique(divine Rank).]
[Fate points: 1]
Reading through the information of the skills, Amon deliberated on what to do with the fate point.
'The system said I can either use it to sign in or enhance any attribute.'
'System, enhance divine-rank elegant netherblade sword technique.'
[Note: insufficient fate points.]
'Insufficient fate points? Not impossible?' a flicker of surprise crossed Amon's eyes.
'In essence, after gathering sufficient fate points, I'd be able to enhance the divine-rank sword technique. But how many is considered sufficient?'
Amon pondered for a moment. Unable to arrive at an answer, he placed it at the back of his mind and moved to the second option he had in mind.
'System, enhance danger sense.'
Previously, perhaps due to danger sense' low rank, Amon wasn't alerted to his daughter's crisis on time.
As such, Amon didn't want to make the same mistake again.
The system flashed briefly, before quietly, the 'D' changed to 'C'.
It was so subtle that one wouldn't be able to tell a change had taken place.
However, with the fate point dissipating, and Amon feeling something different about himself which he couldn't quite place his finger on, he knew that the enhancement had been effected.
…
Pushing himself up from the bed, Amon went to the sitting room to watch a movie.
He was given a week off from work due to the birth of his daughter, so he didn't have to endure any stress for now.
Putting on the television, the news came into play…
A female news anchor, dressed professionally, stared straight ahead as she explained with a professional smile.
{Recently, the Fire Dragon Guild has conquered a B-rank dungeon, earning a reputation for themselves as one of the hundred guilds who have conquered such a behemoth.}
{A group of awakeners has gone missing for a few days now. Sources believe they are already dead, however the academy keeps searching for them, all to no avail.}
{In the eastern border, the weather is getting increasingly difficult to survive in. The temperature has dropped to negative degrees. As it is now, the snowstorm keeps appearing more frequently.}
{The awakeners association is forced to believe that an S-rank dungeon is forming in that region. Only a behemoth of such magnitude can affect a whole country. Please ensure not to panic as the awakeners association is doing all it can to secure the perimeter of the place and clear the dungeon as soon as possible.}
Amon's attention was completely pulled into the news as he learned about the events happening worldwide.
As one could already tell, this world was far different from earth.
This was a game-like world where everyone had stats, skills, and could level up by killing monsters.
Not only that, but there was the existence of dungeons spread all over the world, along with ones which were still forming as time went on.
It was an extremely terrifying world where power meant survival, and weakness meant death.
This was the kind of world Amon had been transmigrated into with no prior knowledge…
'Soon…' Amon whispered. 'Soon, I'll surpass their level…'
The screen of the television flickered in his eyes, as though silently reflecting the resolve Amon had, along with the promise of strength brought about by the system.