The city was quiet under the first light of dawn, but Lunaria was already moving. His silver hair flowed freely behind him, catching the sun's rays as he strode through the streets toward the Hunter Guild. The system pulsed urgently in his mind. [All Silver-Rank and E-Rank Missions Active. Completion Recommended: Maximum Efficiency.] There was no time for hesitation, no room for delay. Each mission awaited him, demanding speed, precision, and mastery.
As he entered the guild hall, the towering crystal panels along the walls flickered violently, displaying the magnitude of the chaos that awaited him. Dungeon ruptures had occurred across nearly every district, rogue creatures of Silver and E-Rank strength were wreaking havoc, and the council's urgent messages scrolled endlessly. Members paused mid-task, eyes wide as whispers filled the hall. Lunaria's presence, serene yet commanding, drew their attention without effort. He did not acknowledge them, moving directly toward the rank-up chamber.
The guildmaster, already waiting, gave a measured nod. "Lunaria… your progress has exceeded even our highest expectations. Are you prepared?"
He inclined his head slightly. "I am."
[Rank-Up Confirmed. Silver and E-Rank Missions Accessible. Efficiency Recommended: Maximum.] The system's voice resonated in his mind, instructive and commanding, already flooding him with the first wave of assignments. Aberrant wolves had been sighted near the northern trade district. A rogue pack of E-Rank orcs was attacking the outskirts. Two mid-tier dungeon gates had ruptured simultaneously, each releasing creatures of unpredictable strength.
Lunaria moved, fluid and silent, like a silver shadow threading through the city. His ribbon was removed, his waist-length hair flowing freely as he sprinted across streets and rooftops. Citizens caught only fleeting glimpses of a streak of silver, sword arcs flashing in elegant, lethal curves. Every strike was precise, every movement calculated with deadly grace. Aberrant wolves collapsed instantly, their mana dissipating harmlessly, as coins and experience flowed directly into his system.
The next mission appeared before he had even finished moving. E-Rank orcs were terrorizing a village near the southern river. Lunaria adjusted his grip on his sword and accelerated, moving faster than almost any S-Rank hunter could manage. He leaped over walls, slid under obstacles, and danced through attacks with fluid elegance. Each slash of his blade was a precise cut, each motion a combination of beauty and lethality. Within moments, the orcs lay defeated, their energy absorbed by the system, and new missions arrived like a relentless tide.
Aberrant flies, minor demons, hybrid slimes, and rogue dungeon creatures appeared in rapid succession. The speed at which missions arrived was nearly overwhelming, but Lunaria's reflexes and calculated movements matched it perfectly. He moved like a conductor orchestrating chaos, striking and finishing assignments with almost supernatural precision. The streets and rooftops blurred beneath him as he weaved through the city, each completed mission immediately replaced with another.
By midday, dozens of Silver-Rank assignments had been neutralized. Aberrant creatures that would have taken entire squads of hunters to subdue fell to Lunaria in moments. Coins and experience flowed endlessly, ranking him up further within the system. E-Rank missions overlapped, some demanding strategy, endurance, and rapid decision-making. Lunaria completed each with equal efficiency, moving continuously, his movements a deadly dance of elegance and speed.
The first particularly dangerous Silver-Rank mission arrived near the eastern industrial district: a mid-tier dungeon rupture had released a trio of chaotic, coordinated creatures. Each one moved unpredictably, their mana patterns erratic, capable of devastating destruction. Lunaria's gaze, calm and calculating, assessed their movements instantly. He sprinted forward, leaping over debris and rooftops with near-impossible speed. His sword moved in a flowing rhythm, arcs slicing cleanly through defenses, each strike precise and lethal. The creatures fell in sequence, eliminated before they could reach the streets below. Coins and experience surged, and another mission immediately appeared.
Throughout the afternoon, Lunaria moved across districts in a seamless ballet of deadly grace. Rogue wolves and orc squads scattered through the forests, minor demons attempted to enter residential areas, and hybrid slimes threatened trade caravans. Lunaria neutralized them all, never slowing, never faltering. The system pulsed constantly: [Mission Completed. Experience Recorded. Next Mission Assigned.] Each mission was another step in the endless rhythm, another measure of mastery.
A new wave of Silver-Rank dungeons had ruptured simultaneously, sending mid-tier aberrant creatures into city districts and outskirts. The alerts came faster than any ordinary hunter could respond, but Lunaria flowed through them effortlessly. He moved from rooftops to streets to alleys with seamless fluidity, his sword arcs deadly and precise, his waist-length silver hair a flowing curtain of moonlight. The creatures roared, attempted to strike, but every attack was anticipated, every movement countered. Within moments, each rogue dungeon spawn was neutralized.
E-Rank missions overlapped constantly. Small dungeon breaches, rogue creature packs, and escaped hybrids required not only speed but constant adjustment. Lunaria sprinted, calculating trajectory, distance, and strength with perfect precision. Buildings blurred around him, walls became streaks of gray as he moved at near-S-Rank speed, his sword striking in deadly elegance. Each mission completed instantly, experience and coins piling in, immediately replaced with another target.
By late afternoon, the city seemed to shift under the relentless activity. The guild panels flickered constantly, the scrolls of incoming missions never-ending. Lunaria moved as a singular force, neutralizing threats faster than they could even appear. Rogue wolves, minor demons, hybrid slimes—all were eliminated with deadly fluidity. Even the system noted the efficiency: [Efficiency Maximum. Mission Completion Rate: Unmatched.]
Then came the most dangerous missions of the day: multiple Silver-Rank dungeon gates had ruptured simultaneously in central districts, releasing coordinated mid-tier aberrants with unpredictable chaos patterns. E-Rank assignments targeted the surrounding districts, hybrid creatures threatening residential and trade areas alike. Lunaria's speed, precision, and lethal elegance were tested like never before. He darted from rooftops, slid under attacks, and executed deadly arcs of his sword, each motion more fluid than the last.
As night fell, the city lay partially restored but still trembling under the constant wave of threats. Lunaria continued moving without pause, a silver streak against the darkness, neutralizing Silver- and E-Rank threats across multiple districts. His waist-length hair flowed freely, his sword flashing in elegant, lethal arcs. Rogue wolves were dispatched, hybrid slimes neutralized, orc squads disbanded, and chaotic dungeon spawns obliterated before they could reach civilians. Coins and experience flowed endlessly, missions arriving as fast as they were completed.
Even as exhaustion might have claimed a lesser hunter, Lunaria moved with grace, precision, and perfection. The system pulsed softly in his mind, a constant companion in the relentless deluge: [All Missions Active. Efficiency Maximum. Mission Completion Confirmed.] He did not pause; every target, every dungeon, every aberrant creature demanded immediate action, and he met them all with flawless execution.
By midnight, the city finally quieted under his relentless vigilance. Yet even now, Silver- and E-Rank missions streamed in, never-ending, as though the world itself were testing his limits. Lunaria stood atop a central guild balcony, sword in hand, silver hair flowing like moonlight, surveying the calm streets below. Every mission completed, every creature neutralized, every stride taken in fluid deadly elegance had pushed him further, refined his mastery, and solidified his dominance.
The city slept, oblivious to the relentless hunter who had purged every rogue threat in hours. Lunaria's eyes, calm and calculating, scanned the horizon for the next breach, the next dungeon rupture, the next rogue aberrant to challenge his speed and skill. Silver-Rank and E-Rank missions had become a symphony of lethal elegance, and he was its conductor.
Even as the night deepened, the system's presence remained constant, guiding, instructing, and commanding. [Next Missions Assigned. Estimated Completion: Maximum Efficiency Required.] Lunaria's pale eyes gleamed, calm yet sharp, as he prepared to strike once more. The flood of missions was unending, the challenge relentless, but he moved faster, struck cleaner, and executed with perfect fluidity, a force beyond the comprehension of ordinary hunters.
The city below remained under his unseen vigilance, safe in the shadow of his mastery. Each mission, each stride, each strike honed him further. The night continued, missions streamed, and Lunaria moved, silver hair flowing freely, sword arcs flashing, a perfect blend of elegance, speed, and lethality, unstoppable against the relentless tide of Silver- and E-Rank chaos.
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