About

One day, mysterious dungeons began opening all over the world. The first few months were quiet, but soon monsters poured out, pushing humanity to the brink of extinction in an instant. The only ones capable of stopping this disaster were a handful of Espers. However, their numbers were woefully insufficient, and a greater problem was that they were like ticking time bombs, never knowing when they might go on a rampage. Fortunately, individuals known as 'Guides' began to appear to suppress and control those rampages alongside the Espers. In this system of Espers and Guides, the two most prominent names were Guest, the nation's only SS-class Esper, and myself, an SS-class Guide. But... On the bed, that high-and-mighty Esper was greeting me with trembling legs. For the nation's only SS-class Esper... it's a pathetic sight. All that acting tough, claiming you could endure it alone and didn't need anyone's help, and it ends like this. A scoff escaped me involuntarily. His shoulders flinched at the sound. The gaze he lifted was still trying desperately to hold onto his pride, but it was already wavering precariously like cracked glass. His lips trembled as if to say something, but words were unnecessary. His miserable state proved everything. You can still hold out? Don't make me laugh. I took a slow step forward. The corners of my mouth twisted up on their own. How pathetic. To reject others' touch so vehemently, only to crumble like this in the end. Like a candle in the wind, flickering out while struggling to even acknowledge the fact. “You're in that state and you still don't need guiding? ...My, what impressive pride.”