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Chapter 1 - gutted and rising

I am Roku Dark. That's all I can see. I'm an F-rank hunter. I'm in a dungeon, and it doesn't look good. My arm is missing. The goblins left the sword in my gut, probably waiting for me to die. However, I don't feel like getting up. I lost everything because when the dungeons opened, nothing was left of my home. When I came home from school, my grandpa—the strongest adventurer in the world—had lost to an ancient dragon.

My consciousness faded, and then I heard something. It was a memory.

I was sitting on the dock with my grandpa, and I asked him why he fought in the war, why he didn't give up. He just turned to me and said, "Well, boy, sometimes fighting isn't always about selfish desires. Sometimes you have to get up just to prove a point. In my case, it was to protect the smiles of everyone back home."

Something in those words resonated. I had a weak fire skill. It was black flames. The description was "flames of devouring." I had no idea what it meant. When a person's level was up, their injuries are gone—healed completely. That was my only chance of survival.

So I screamed with everything I had and ripped the sword from my own abdomen. I forced myself to get up, screaming through the pain, and I used my black flame skill on the goblin that was in front of me. His body didn't burn, but it looked like something was. I felt something. I got a notification from my system. I had gotten sword mastery level one. I smiled as I heard the level-up sound. My arm regenerated.

I started walking through the dungeon, hiding behind walls and rocks. I was only level two, so I needed to be stealthy. I quickly found a group of goblins. One of them was a mage. He dies first. So I snuck behind him and stabbed him right through the heart, used my fire skill, and to my surprise, it happened again. The body didn't burn, but the soul did, and I acquired the skill fireball level one. And I used it for the first time, burning a goblin to death.

I didn't see the goblin behind me and got splashed across the back, but remembering my grandpa's words again, I got back up and yelled with a primal scream, like all the rage of my heart pushing through the pain. I quickly dispatched the rest of the goblins and started my march to the exit of the dungeon, carrying the dead goblins.

I ran into a goblin berserker, way stronger than any one of them I fought before. I knew I had no choice but to fight. Once they locked onto you, they would chase you without stopping for breaks. Ready for a fight, I grabbed my sword and then slashed relentlessly, remembering grandpa's words: when fighting a bigger opponent, always attack the legs. So I got behind him and slashed the inner thigh, right where the ligament was. It was too shallow, but it did enough damage to slow him down, so I was able to get his neck. And I heard the level-up sound again. Now level three.

I returned home, making 800 for the goblins in total at the guild. Now I was not the weakling I once was, but I needed to pretend, because I had this level. I am like a wolf walking through a field of tigers. I need to watch my back.

When I got home, I went to sleep.