A B-rank Hunter.
“…”
It was a world where any Tom, Dick, or Harry could become a Hunter as long as they Awakened, but that did not make B-rank low by any means.
More importantly, he had been a first-class citizen from birth.
“…”
He was rated first-class not simply because he lived in a city, but because he protected it.
That meant he received preferential treatment and respect wherever he went. Such was the status of a first-class citizen in this world.
“…”
It was more than enough reason to possess great confidence.
“…Uh…”
Enough confidence to dispose of a mere third-class citizen however he pleased.
“…Wh-what the… Where am I?”
Stagger…
He barely managed to raise his strengthless body.
“What in the world…?”
Park Eungyeom, a first-class citizen and B-rank Hunter, looked around.
“…Is this a Dungeon?”
There was a reason a man who could hardly be called inexperienced as a Hunter entertained such an obvious and foolish question.
“A Dungeon like this exists?”
Everything was achromatic.
Brilliant white. Black like a bottomless abyss. Pale gray. Slightly deeper gray. Gray bordering on black.
Gray bordering on white. Gray gleaming like glass. Gray rippling as if it were alive and breathing. Gray. Gray.
The man had fallen into the middle of a gray city.
“…”
His breath caught as if his lungs had been stuffed with cotton, and the man unconsciously felt at his chest.
Rationally, he knew there was nothing wrong with his body. No, it did not feel as though something…