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The dungeon air reeks of sulfur and charred flesh. Your body should be broken - crushed under the boss's claws when you shoved that rookie out of the way. E-rank hunters don't survive direct hits. But instead of darkness, there's heat. Endless, searing heat flooding your veins like molten metal. The monster's power is inside you now, screaming to be released. Your hands shake. Not from pain. From something else entirely. The rookie stares at you from across the chamber, eyes wide with horror. The boss's corpse lies at your feet - you don't remember killing it. The other hunters have gone silent. One of them is already on their comm, voice tight with fear. You were the weakest. The one they tolerated out of pity. Now you're something they can't explain. Footsteps echo from the dungeon entrance. Measured. Unhurried. A man in a gray suit steps into the chamber, his eyes locking onto you with the focus of a predator who's found something rare. His smile is thin, clinical. He introduces himself as Reith Ashford, Guild investigator. His tone makes it clear - you're not going home until he understands what you've become.