Chapter 19: George

Chapter 19: George

Dante made his way to his new apartment, where he would be residing. He decided to halt his dungeon conquests for the night, choosing instead to prepare for the Medal exam scheduled for the following day.

To obtain a Medal, one must undergo both a written exam and a practical evaluation, where the Holder demonstrates their Skills.

A Medal serves as a definitive marker of a Holder's status, and most acquire theirs while still at the 1-star rank, finding it advantageous for their future dungeon conquests.

The nature of the practical examinations varies each time, contingent upon the specific Skills of the Holders being evaluated.

Upon entering his apartment, Dante was met with a pleasantly cleaned and freshly decorated space.

He opted for a refreshing shower before donning his new attire, then proceeded to place an order for a meal fit for ten.

While waiting for the delivery, he ventured into the living room and settled onto the sofa.

As he reclined, his thoughts turned to his future plans.

"I still lack experience. I should have conquered the dungeon without standing out, it would take long but at least I'm slowly growing, but regret won't change anything." Dante's sudden surge in strength occasionally clouded his mind.

"Actually, forget it! I'll forge my own path. You tried to trample on me? I'll make sure you regret it a thousandfold!" He declared to the empty air, his resolve gleaming brightly in his eyes.

After a while.

Ding Dong!

"Delivery!"

Dante swiftly donned his mask before opening the door. The delivery man seemed taken aback. Why wear a mask indoors? Was he trying to hide something? The thought flickered through the man's mind as he handed over the ten bags.

After settling the payment, Dante retreated indoors and swiftly devoured the meal.

Suddenly, a memory jolted him. He retrieved a business card and dialed the number listed.

Ring! Ring!

In just two rings, the call was picked up.

"Hello? You've reached an agent from the Tribunal Guild. How may I assist you today?" Manny's cheerful voice emanated from the phone.

"Hello, it's me, Eka," Dante stated, pausing briefly to swallow a mouthful of food. Upon hearing the guild's name, he found himself unable to recall any guild by that name.

On the other end, the sound of shattering glass reached his ears.

"Si-Sir Eka?!" Manny's breathing grew rapid, a multitude of thoughts racing through his mind, until one conclusion dominated.

Furthermore individuals with audacity and a sense of superiority, like George, wouldn't spare a glance at an F-class dungeon. Why bother with a place teeming with mere weaklings? The reason George, Lucius, Sarah, and Michael opted for an F-class conquest was to formalize their squad status, a prerequisite being the conquest of at least one dungeon. They even chose to undertake it at night, hoping to reduce the "eyesores" in their view.

Dante simply observed him, saying nothing.

As George noticed his silence, he boldly stepped forward, causing onlookers to instinctively retreat.

"What's your name?" George demanded.

"None of your concern," Dante replied icily.

"What? Say that again!" George, irked by Dante's response, couldn't resist raising his hand, seemingly aiming for Dante's neck.

Clutch!

George's hand froze in mid-air as Dante's grip tightened around it.

"Let go—argh!" George could feel the pressure on his hand intensifying, causing him to grunt, his anger surging. In response, he raised his other hand and swung a punch at Dante!

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept around them, but that was all as Dante tilted his head to the side, elegantly evading the blow. They were barely three feet apart, yet Dante dodged the punch with effortless grace.

Crack!

George winced as the sound of bones breaking reached his ears, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Hey! Don't just stand there and help me!" George's voice rang out, directed at his companions.

The surrounding Holders had already distanced themselves.

George's other allies snapped out of their daze and drew their weapons, forming a circle around Dante.

"Release Young Master George!"

"F*ck you! Fight us instead!"

"You coward!"

The trio hurled insults at Dante, while the fourth member gripped his weapon, carefully studying Dante's movements. Seeing their young master restrained by a single hand, they acknowledged the formidable strength behind the white mask. Yet, they remained convinced that their numbers were enough to handle him.

They exchanged determined glances and nodded in unison. The four of them lunged toward Dante.

"Stop!"

A commanding shout reverberated throughout the vicinity, prompting some to cover their ears.