Peltivierre

The balance of the world collapsed when portals opened up to different worlds. Humans were granted systems to hunt the beasts in the Otherworlds. These beasts could give the Hunters their Codes, granting them special abilities and weapons.

In this world, Allen was born with an incurable disease that rendered his throat unable to utter words. He could only produce hissing sounds that made the other Hunters to bully him relentlessly.

He was the freak without a family.

But his world had shifted when he accidentally killed the lost beast and gained its Code. The Code of the Primordial Snake, one of the strongest beasts of the Otherworlds.

Code Collector

Allen wanted to laugh at the revelation. If only all of these people know who they are serving, they would swoon and beg for his mercy. They were screaming at him now, trying to put him in what they think is his place.

Jeremy looked at him, a quirky smirk was on the man's lips. Allen only rolled his eyes and shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Let them."

"And what are you whispering now?" Genesis growled. "Are you trying to plot against us?"

"We're just thinking how we would definitely defeat Barandilla without your help," Allen said. "You guys make almost half of the board officials, you say? Well, I would like to formally say to you that I will destroy the board of officials myself. You're the ones who are trying to make life harder for poor Hunters, after all."

"It's not our fault that they are lazy and incompetent," Dana said. "We're only aiming to support the strong ones, the ones who are clear to strive."

Snake God