Ironhold City was massive.
Monster parts hung from shop walls.
Weapons made from dragon bones filled the markets.
Hunters gathered in taverns discussing dangerous quests.
Arin walked through the streets carefully.
Everything here felt alive.
But the system suddenly displayed a warning.
[Danger detected nearby.]
Arin frowned.
"Already?"
Across the street—
Three men watched him carefully.
Their clothes marked them as elite hunters.
One of them spoke quietly.
"That kid… did you see the gate crystal?"
The second nodded.
"It couldn't measure his power."
The third man smiled coldly.
"Which means one thing."
"Treasure."
Arin kept walking.
But he could feel their gaze on his back.
The system whispered again.
[Host is being targeted.]
Arin sighed.
"I just arrived…"
Looks like trouble had already found him.
But this time—
He wasn't the weak man who died from betrayal.
Arin's eyes turned cold.
"If they want to test me…"
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"They're welcome to try."