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In a world where nearly everyone awakens to powerful abilities at the age of fourteen, Ren Kisaragi remains powerless. Scarred by the trauma of his father’s death in a dungeon collapse, his awakening never comes, leaving him to survive as a scavenger—harvesting monster corpses to support his ailing mother and little sister, Yui.
Looked down on by hunters and ignored by society, Ren bears the weight of his family’s survival with quiet determination. But everything changes the day he encounters a forgotten creature deep within a dungeon. Marked by a strange symbol, Ren unlocks a terrifying new power—not from the world of light, but from the void itself.
As dungeons grow unstable and ancient threats awaken, Ren begins a dangerous descent—not just into the depths of the earth, but into the heart of what he truly is. Guided by pain, grounded by love, and shadowed by a power that could consume him, Ren must forge his own path. Not as a hero. Not as a monster.
But as the boy who refused to break.

Dungeons Scavenger:The Boy Who Couldn’t Awaken

Ren couldn't sleep. The mark on his chest pulsed like a heartbeat, dull and constant. He sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the floor while his little sister slept peacefully in the next room.

The next morning, he made a decision. He returned to the dungeon. Not to scavenge—but to find the truth.

Kaede waited for him at the entrance, arms crossed, worry in her eyes. "You're not going back in there alone."

"I have to," Ren replied. "Something's down there. And it's not done yet."

They descended in silence. The dungeon was colder than usual. The air thicker. Blood stained the stones in the lower levels, far more than a single monster kill should have left behind.

Then they heard it—a low, inhuman growl that echoed from the depths.

Kaede drew her blade. Ren gripped his knife tighter.

A figure emerged. Pale, eyeless, limbs too long, dragging chains made from the bones of scavengers. It reeked of death.

Kaede moved first, striking fast and clean. Her blade sliced into the creature's side—and did nothing. It didn't bleed. It didn't flinch.

Ren's vision blurred. The mark on his chest flared with fire, and for a brief second, he saw through the creature—its hunger, its pain, its hatred for the living.

The creature lunged. Kaede screamed.

Chapter 4: The First Descent