Chapter 6: The Support System

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Chapter 6: The Support System

Instead of answering, Dante cast a wary glance around his surroundings. Lacking any weapons, he defensively raised both of his hands close to his face.

"Where are you?! Show yourself!" Dante yelled, his gaze darting around the forest. The only response was the rustling of leaves and the startled flight of birds he had disturbed.

He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was toying with him. With numerous unknown skills in this world, he suspected that this was some sort of prank.

Still, there was no response, and the translucent screen remained unchanged.

Perceiving that something was not right, Dante tilted his head in perplexity and muttered, "Yes."

In response, the translucent screen expanded, revealing a plethora of data.

STATUS SCREEN:

Player: Dante (Human)

Health: 100/100

Energy: 100/100

Level: 1 (0/150)

Stat Points: 0

Skills: Concentration

Attributes:

Strength: 1

Defense: 1

Vitality: 1

Endurance: 1

Agility: 1

Then, another screen materialized beside it, providing Dante with an explanation of what he was currently observing: details on leveling up, quests, how to allocate stat points, and a comprehensive breakdown of his attributes.

The emergence of dungeons and Holders ushered in such profound societal changes that the very fabric of the world transformed. Nations crumbled while new ones emerged. Dante's apartment was situated in Hyra City, where he intended to return. Along the way, passersby cast curious glances in his direction, though they hardly appeared surprised. Scenes like his had become a common sight: Holders fresh from the dungeon or individuals down on their luck.

His physically enhanced body spared him from exhaustion, allowing him to reach his apartment without excessive fatigue. Along the journey, he discovered that he had only been unconscious for a single night. Bereft of his possessions, he now had to locate the spare key hidden behind the potted plant beside his door.

The apartment, though modest, possessed the essential amenities of an ordinary home but was best suited for a single occupant. Dante had lost his parents during his childhood, during a "monster invasion" that had occurred. When a dungeon manifested, it had to be swiftly conquered to prevent its connection to this dimension from strengthening, which would allow the monsters within to wreak havoc beyond its confines.

Dante's parents had tragically fallen victim to these very creatures.

Once he had unlocked the door, Dante headed straight for the bathroom, craving a refreshing shower. After donning clean attire, he stretched out on his bed and delved into the system embedded in his mind. As he sifted through its contents, his attention was drawn to a new addition: a bag icon in the top right corner, bearing the numeral 1.

"What's this?" he wondered aloud.

In response, yet another translucent screen materialized, but this time it differed from the previous ones. It featured a row of empty boxes, the first of which held a golden box adorned with a luminous question mark.

"This is your inventory, where you can claim your rewards. As a newcomer, the system has decided to reward you with a 'beginner box.' To open it, simply think that you want to."

'Beginner box, it's like something out of an RPG game,' Dante mused, drawing upon his previous experience with such games. He had enough funds to purchase a mobile phone, after all.

With a thought, Dante initiated the box-opening process. The container emitted a radiant glow before disintegrating into a cascade of light particles, revealing a screen before him.

"Congratulations on acquiring the Mask of Support!"

"Item Description: Mask of Support

Enhances a support skill by 50%"

Dante scrutinized the newly acquired icon—a white mask that could conceal his entire face, adorned with black smudges around the eye area that resembled smeared eyeliner.

"So, the system claims it's a support system designed to make me the ultimate support?" Dante mused aloud. A bitter smile crossed his lips as he contemplated the possibility that his destiny might indeed revolve around supporting others. However, he had resolved not to use his skill on anyone else but himself.

The system had also mentioned that he could bolster his strength through the allocation of stat points. Fortunately, Dante could also utilize the skill on himself. With that in mind, he retrieved the mask and placed it over his face, then stood before a mirror, examining his reflection.

As he touched the mask, Dante contemplated his future plans.

With his current abilities, he couldn't exact vengeance on them.

"Revenge... I need to become stronger first," Dante resolved, the mere thought of Lucius and his squad filling him with a growing sense of frustration. With determination, he decided to head straight to an F-class dungeon, where he could level up and grow stronger.

'With this mask, I will never bow down to anyone.'