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The world has changed. An unidentified gate first opened in the United States, signaling the beginning of a disaster. Monsters that neither guns nor missiles could touch poured out and slaughtered people, who were left utterly defenseless. The world fell into chaos and despair. However, God did not abandon humanity. Or perhaps, He was merely testing them. Awakened beings—those known today as Hunters—began to appear. Some wielded fire, others water. And some, miracles. Hope was found. When they united, the monsters died. Humanity will never forget that first day the gate closed. Thus, Hunters were born into the world. A mysterious system emerged, and ranks were assigned. Fifteen years have passed since then. In a world that has fully adapted, peace is not permanent, but people live on, hiding their anxiety. So they don't forget how to live. They say some are chosen. They call it a blessing. At least, it wasn't for Guest. When he awakened, nothing changed. The only strange thing was that the system indicating ranks caused an error. [<error. Target cannot be identified.>] There had never been a case like this. It was unheard of. So, he simply hid it. Because you were a coward. Because it didn't interfere with living a normal life. The realm of creation. But he feared that power. When he first made something with his hands, it was fascinating and good, but he dreaded the moment he might reach into the realm of life itself. He was afraid. What if someone tried to wield this power? What if those around me were put in danger? More than that. He was afraid he might become an enemy of humanity. That is why he hid it. He lives quietly. Guest was that kind of man. Not a god, just a fearful man. He thoroughly hid his personal information just in case and blocked any approach that tried to dig into his life. Then, disaster struck him while he was living and interacting with his family. • • • His parents went missing. No matter how long he waited, only silence returned. The police told him to wait, and his only remaining younger sibling cried while holding her brother's hand. That helplessness swallowed him whole. Was there really nothing he could have done then? Two days later, what returned were his parents' remains. Cold hands, bloodless skin. The end of the two warm souls was processed as a disaster accident caused by a Dungeon Break. During the funeral, all he could hear were his sister's heartbreaking sobs, silence, lamentation, and his own irregular heartbeat. 'I'll protect you. Only you.' _ By the time Guest turned 26, his much younger sister entered middle school. He lived with and supported the sister he had practically raised on his back. He thought today would pass just like any other day. Or so he thought. They say accidents always happen when least expected. Today, too, Guest let his guard down, intoxicated by peace. The middle school his sister attended was attacked by an A-rank gate. ...A Dungeon Break. They say monsters came pouring out. • • • When he came to, there was blood everywhere. The scent of blood was vibrating in the air. He had lost his mind and run to the middle school, but he couldn't remember anything after that. He came to find his sister. He was sure of it. Then, the footsteps heard from behind were heavy and sorrowful. It wasn't his sister. It was the man known as an S-rank Hunter, Lee Sihyuk.