The last beast fell with a shriek that echoed into the blood-red sky. Its body sizzled against the shattered earth of Velmora. Black mist leaked from its wounds, disappearing like smoke.

  Derukan stood still, steam rising from his mechanical arm—its form shifting back from a glowing battle axe to its default state. He didn’t speak, but the eerie hum from the core embedded in his palm finally faded.

  Then it came.

  > [System Notification: You have acquired a new skill — Weapon Master]

  Skill Type: Passive/Active Hybrid

  You have awakened an ancient proficiency lost in time.

  You can wield, adapt, and master any weapon within seconds—regardless of shape, material, or technology.

  Weapon affinity increased by 300%.

  Creation synergy unlocked: Weapons can be forged from your arm via stored data and monster matter.

  Further evolutions locked until classified trials are passed.

  Derukan’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t even realize his body had adapted this way. Was this the system’s doing… or the arm’s?

  While the team recovered, a faint buzz filled the sky—then a click.

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  High above, a floating camera drone zoomed in.

  “LIVE FEED: Velmora Monster Zone — Team X47 Engaged!”

  Broadcast by G-World Global News Network.

  The footage began to stream instantly across the world—across screens in high-tech cities, scavenger camps, floating stations, and even guild halls.

  Millions watched.

  The camera focused on Derukan mid-battle—morphing blades, spinning staffs, channeling energy blasts. Weapon after weapon summoned and used with monstrous grace.

  “Is that guy… using twenty different weapons?”

  “That’s not possible… wait—enhance the feed.”

  > Name: Derukan

  Class: N/A

  Power Rank: Unregistered

  Guild: None

  The screen glitched slightly, then confirmed: No class detected.

  “...He’s unranked?”

  “But… he took down a dragon-class!”

  “No data? Who the hell is this guy?”

  In a corner office of the Global Hunter Association, an alarm blared:

  [WARNING: Unknown anomaly has triggered three classification systems.]

  Elsewhere, in a darkened control room, a cloaked figure stared at the feed. “He finally awakened it,” the man whispered.

  Meanwhile, on the battlefield—

  RRRRGGGGRRRR.

  The team turned. All eyes fell on Lirien. She blushed and rubbed her stomach.

  “I know… sorry. It’s just, you know… fighting makes you hungry.”

  Derukan’s face remained neutral… then a tiny smirk crept through.

  “We’ll rest,” he said.

  The group retreated into the ruins of a metro station—half collapsed, half intact. They lit a small fire, cracked open ration cans, and for a moment, felt like normal people again.

  Zyne cleaned his blade silently. Grax roasted some skewered meat over the flames. Lirien wolfed down a protein bar like she hadn’t eaten in days.

  But across the world—they were still being watched.

  The broadcast hadn’t ended.

  The world had seen Derukan. A man with no class, no rank, and the power to annihilate monsters like a god. And somewhere… somewhere deep in another realm…

  A new file began to download into the system.

  > [File Detected: SSSS-Level Classification]