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 stood and stared at Jake who had a confused expression plastered on his face. "You don't have to worship me likes I'm some sort of god, because I'm not."

The others started to look up, all of them having the same confused look. Normally, when you know that you have a group of people who would blindly follow you like a cult, you'd feel empowered and use them as much as you could.

At least, that's how they see the world as.

"I'm not a king," Allen cut Jake off. "You and your father belong to the same group, you just divide yourselves thinking one is better than the other, but you're just the same. Treat me like I am. I am not a god, not a king, not even a high ranking member of the society."

"But…" Jake trailed off, standing to match Allen's gaze. "What are you?"

Howl