The Hunter Association’s Emergency Meeting

Across the United States, the headlines were dominated by a single name—Dark. News channels, online forums, and newspapers all buzzed with reports of the lone hunter who had single-handedly taken down a C-rank dungeon monster. 

The aftermath of the C-rank dungeon outbreak plunged the Hunter Association into chaos. Survivors spoke in hushed voices about the lone figure who had emerged from the shadows, slaying the Orc King with terrifying precision before vanishing without a trace. His movements were too swift for ordinary eyes to follow, his strength far beyond that of an unregistered hunter.

Inside the Association's headquarters, Director Vincent Graves sat at the head of a long table, flanked by high-ranking hunters and intelligence officers. Holographic screens flickered to life, replaying footage of the battle, each frame capturing Dark's speed and precise movements.

A heavy silence lingered. Then—

"Who the hell is this guy?" one of the officers demanded, his voice sharp with frustration. "No records, no guild affiliation. Hunters don't just appear out of nowhere with abilities like that."

"For now, we observe," Director Graves finally said. "But if he becomes a threat, we act immediately."

Outside the walls of the Association, the world was already forming its own opinion.

Social media exploded with theories, some hailing Dark as a savior, others branding him a rogue element. Talk show hosts debated his motives. Some guilds saw him as a potential asset—others, a dangerous unknown.

One thing was certain.

Dark was no longer just a nameless hunter. He was a legend in the making.