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

"This is the life," Gary moaned as he enjoyed a sip of his martini while overlooking the camp from the twentieth floor of the hotel. He smiled as the others relaxed in the suite, calmly talking with each other.

"Get their support more," Jeremy said to Allen. "I wouldn't mind living like this every day."

Allen chuckled, "Don't forget why we're here, yeah? To flip the system and create another. We don't need this life, everyone does."

"Too serious, Allen," Gwen grinned and raised her glass. "To the Snake Society."

It was midnight but Allen was still awake. There were four bedrooms in the suite, so each one of them had their own rooms. But for some reason, this made Allen uncomfortable.

Back in the D rank building, their rooms were so close together that they could hear each other snore. This hotel had a lot of soundproof materials, making the room feel too silent.

Zombies Outside