"The smell of rotting monster flesh was suffocating.
Ray wiped the sweat from his forehead, his hands trembling as he hauled a massive, jagged bone of a shadow wolf. Around him, the 'Heroes'- the Awakened warriors - were laughing, thier golden armor shining under the artificial light of the Dungeon.
'Hey trash collector! Move faster!' one of them shouted kicking a pile of dirt toward ray.
Ray didn't look up.in this world,if you didn't have mana , you weren't a human; you were just a tool. At twenty -four , he was an F-rank scavenger, the lowest of the low . His only job was to clean up the mess left behind by the hunters.
Suddenly,his hand brushed against a stranger, obsidian -back stone burried deep under the carcass of Boos monster.