Chapter 45: Rank D dungeon
After only a few hours of troubled sleep, Isaac opened his eyes, his body still aching and heavy with exhaustion. The dull morning light filtered slowly through the curtains, gently illuminating his face marked by fatigue and the night’s exertions.
Without saying a word, he slowly rose from his bed, feeling every muscle protest violently under the weight of the tension he had imposed on them. Yet no physical pain now seemed able to match the unbearable intensity of the rage still burning fiercely inside him.
His mind was now focused on a single goal: to become stronger, powerful enough to crush Belgaroth and avenge Akane.
Isaac dressed quickly, grabbing his black katana before leaving his apartment. He walked swiftly through the now bustling streets of Paris, his face closed and cold, without a smile or apparent emotion. His eyes, burning with anger, stared straight ahead with cold, implacable determination.
Arriving in front of the guild’s discreet building, he pushed open the door with cool assurance, heading immediately for the old hunter in charge of reception.
The man, as always, was seated behind his desk, immersed in a timeworn ledger. On seeing Isaac arrive, he slowly raised his eyes, calmly observing the young hunter before him with curiosity mixed with a hint of concern.
- It’s you again, Isaac," he finally said in a neutral but intrigued voice. What are you after today? Another E-rank dungeon?
Isaac stared intently at the man, his gaze now burning with cold, resolute determination:
- No. This time, I want a D-rank dungeon.
The old hunter looked at him intensely, silently, slowly probing Isaac’s cold, determined eyes. A heavy, tense silence slowly stretched between them, before he finally let out a deep, resigned sigh:
- Rank D, eh?" he repeated slowly, watching her carefully. You know this isn’t a joke, Isaac? This kind of dungeon is far more dangerous than anything you’ve done so far.