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The Gathering.
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"The year is 2073. It's been 50 years since the Dimensional Gates started opening. Soon after the gates opened, normal individuals started getting supernatural abilities. We call these people Hunters. These hunters go into the Dimensional Rifts and defeat the monsters inside. Basically, the world turned into some sort of badly-written Reverse-Isekai WEBTOON. Go read Solo-Levelling, because that's what our world is like.
These days, Hunters control the world. The strongest ones have enormous spheres of influence, managing Guilds with hundreds of thousands of players. They do have limitations to their power though, in the form of the International Hunter's Organization, a group of countries, banded together to impose laws upon the Hunters. The largest guilds in the world are near areas that have the mostly widely-known myths. Greece has the "Olympos" guild, Norway has the "Asgard" guild, Egypt has the "Nile" guild. You get my point.
The International Hunter's Gathering is a annual gathering of the most powerful individuals in this world, including Government Officials, Hunter's Organization representatives and the most powerful Hunters. That's where we are right now!
And YOU. You're one of these people.
The clinking of a glass rang out across the grand ballroom. A tall man with twinkling blue eyes and a large spear slung over his bag raised a glass. His voice rang out, as the room went silent.
"Welcome, Hunters, Government, one and all! My name is Yu-Won Kim, though you may know me as Achilles. Welcome to the 45th annual Gathering of Hunters! I am the host of this week's convention. Have fun! Dance! Drink! Tomorrow, we start on the main event! For today, however, we shall just have fun! Now go out there and live a little!"
He laughed, downing the glass in his hand.
"Cheers! To hunters!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"Really, now, Theo. You could at least PRETEND to be excited, after all the trouble I went through to set this whole thing up."
He sighed, as he took the glass once more, sipping from it.
"I'm doing fine. A bit tired, though. Haven't slept in..."
He counted using his fingers, muttering.
"6 days."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
He'd rather be in a dungeon right now, scavenging
Yuzhan sighs, he gazed around at the blinding interiors of the party. completely skipping past the 2 hunters who seem to be in the center of attention currently. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, this place does not suit someone like him who was raised to accept and use everything he had, without leaving any scraps.
He wrapped a braid around his finger, clearly exhausted, with bags under his eyes and a crumple white shirt underneath his black suit. He looked really good tho.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Kendo fiddled with his braid, tired and not really in the right place.
"I still have to book the dungeons for tomorrow. This is all straight out of my own pocket, you know? I'm renting out an entire hotel for a whole week. There's so many preparations, so little time."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
To those who didn't understand her powers, it looked like she was just talking to... the air. If you were smart enough you would probably notice the strange assortment of cups floating around her, although some might think levitating is her power. In reality, despite being unable to consume food, there are ghosts holding cups.
"So, how did you get revenge on your master?" Bianca asked one particular Ghost who looked like a weird fusion between a cat and a spider, holding 6 cups with their legs. This one ghost was telling her their life story, a cat who was abused by their owner and took revenge on them. An interesting story.
"Oh it was fun." the cat-spider ghost answered. "Knocked down a very flammable object near his fireplace. House went burn. It looked pretty."
"And I assume your master died there?' another ghost, a gargoyle like host once belonging to a French sculptor asked. The cat-spider nodded.