Arin Vale was the weakest hunter in the entire city.
Everyone knew it.
The guild members mocked him. The other hunters ignored him. Even the receptionist at the Hunter Association sighed whenever she saw his name on the raid list.
F-Rank.
The lowest rank a hunter could possibly have.
In a world where mysterious Dungeons had appeared ten years ago, humanity had no choice but to fight back against the monsters that emerged from them.
Those who awakened special abilities became known as Hunters.
The strong ones became famous.
The weak ones died.
And Arin Vale…
was somewhere in between.
"You again?"
A large hunter laughed as Arin entered the guild hall.
"Careful everyone, the legendary F-Rank hero is here."
Laughter erupted across the room.
Arin clenched his fists but said nothing.
This wasn't new.
He had heard worse.
Still… he needed the money.
Dungeon raids paid hunters well, even the weakest ones. And without it, Arin wouldn't be able to survive.
Today's raid was supposed to be simple.
A low-rank dungeon discovered near the outskirts of the city.
Easy money.
At least… that's what everyone thought.