The dungeon fell silent once more.
But this time—
It wasn't empty.
It was watching.
Arka walked deeper into the shadows.
Step by step.
Calm.
Unhurried.
As if the blood behind him meant nothing.
Meanwhile—
At the dungeon entrance.
The three hunters were still frozen in place.
"…You saw that, right?"
"Yeah…"
"…That wasn't normal."
One of them clenched his jaw.
"He didn't even struggle."
"Twelve goblins… wiped out like trash."
The third hunter swallowed.
"…We need to report this."
"Report what?"
"That a no-level kid just outperformed a squad?"
Silence.
Then—
"…Exactly that."
Outside the Dungeon
A large building stood near the gate.
Steel. Glass. Armed guards.
The symbol of authority.
Crimson Fang Guild Branch
Inside—
Several hunters moved busily.
Reports.
Monitors.
Live dungeon feeds.
Then suddenly—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
An alarm rang out.
"System anomaly detected!"
"All screens—Zone C!"
A large projection lit up.
Displaying dungeon data.
Kill counts.
Movement logs.
Energy spikes.
Then—
One name appeared.
[Subject: Arka]Level: 9Growth Rate: AbnormalThreat Evaluation: Unknown
"…Arka?"
A woman's voice echoed through the room.
Calm.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
She stepped forward.
Tall.
Long black hair.
Cold eyes.
Vice Captain – Elena Virel
"…Replay the footage."
"Yes, ma'am."
The screen shifted.
Showing recorded moments from earlier.
Goblin swarm.
Mass kill.
Precision movement.
Cold efficiency.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Elena narrowed her eyes.
"…Pause."
The image froze—
Right at the moment Arka stood surrounded by corpses.
"…Zoom in."
The image sharpened.
"…That look…"
Not panic.
Not adrenaline.
Hunger.
"…He's not fighting to survive."
Silence filled the room.
"He's enjoying it."
A chill spread among the staff.
"…Find him."
Elena turned.
Her voice left no room for argument.
"I want everything."
"Identity. Background. Ability."
"…Yes, ma'am!"
Back Inside the Dungeon
Arka stopped walking.
"…Someone's coming."
His senses flared.
Sharper than before.
Not monsters.
Humans.
Three presences.
Strong.
Controlled.
"Hunters…"
He turned slightly.
Not running.
Not hiding.
Waiting.
Moments later—
Footsteps echoed.
Three figures emerged from the darkness.
Different from before.
Their gear—
High-grade.
Their aura—
Heavy.
Elite.
One of them stepped forward.
"…So you're Arka."
Arka didn't answer.
"We're from the Crimson Fang Guild."
Silence.
The man continued.
"You've caused quite a disturbance."
"…And?"
A faint smirk appeared on Arka's face.
The hunters exchanged glances.
"…Straight to the point, huh."
The man folded his arms.
"We're offering you a chance."
"To join us."
"…Guild?"
Arka tilted his head slightly.
"We provide resources. Training. Protection."
"And in return—"
"You work for us."
Silence.
The dungeon air grew heavier.
Arka looked at them.
Really looked.
Their stance.
Their breathing.
Their confidence.
Strong.
Yes.
But—
"…Not stronger than me."
The words were quiet.
But they hit hard.
"What did you say?"
The air shifted instantly.
Tension.
Killing intent.
One of the hunters stepped forward.
"…Careful, kid."
"You don't know who you're talking to."
Arka smiled.
"Same goes for you."
For a brief moment—
The dungeon trembled.
Not from monsters.
But from pressure.
Something invisible.
Something growing.
Then—
[Warning]System interference detected.
Arka's eyes flickered.
"…What?"
The blue screen glitched for a split second.
Unstable.
Unnatural.
As if—
Something inside the system…
Was reacting to him.
Watching him.
Studying him.
The guild hunters felt it too.
That pressure.
That presence.
"…This guy…"
"…He's not normal."
Arka turned away.
"…I'm not interested."
"…What?"
"I don't work under anyone."
He took a step forward.
"Not now."
"Not ever."
The hunters froze.
Not because of arrogance.
But because—
They believed him.
Arka walked past them.
Deeper.
Further.
Into the darkness.
Behind him—
The guild stood still.
Silent.
Then—
"…We're reporting this."
"…Yeah."
"…This isn't someone we can control."
Crimson Fang Guild – Control Room
Elena watched everything.
Without blinking.
"…Interesting."
A faint smile appeared.
"Not a pawn…"
"…but a wild card."
Her eyes sharpened.
"Prepare a special team."
"If he won't join us…"
Her voice dropped.
Cold.
"Then we'll make sure no one else gets him either."
Far inside the dungeon—
Arka kept walking.
Unaware—
That he had just become—
A target.
🔥 END OF CHAPTER 6