A Hunter's Calling

Chapter 1

<Target: Christopher Reed. Host Number: 001>

<Rulers Patron: Fiercest Fragment of Brilliant Light>

<Purpose of Insertion: Guide and Strengthening Host for future conflict>

<Synchrony Rate: 94 percent>

<Chance of failure: 0.01 percent>

<Initiating Insertion>

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Christopher Reed has a strong disdain for noise. He dislikes them because they ruin his good mood. The hustle and bustle of the city, people running their mouths, and even his ex-girlfriend's yammering. There were all noises.

 When the Gates began appearing across the world, the noises grew to greater volume. Screams of fear at the monsters, screams of terror at the loss of loved ones. 

 Surviving in the defunct tunnels were hard as no one came for help. Everyone was on edge, trying to ensure their own survival from the monsters and others who used the chaos as an opportunity. 

Like others, he had to crawl and hide to survive. That changed when he was able to create beautiful gouts of flames. With a wave of a hand, bright orange flames would combust to life and destroy his targets. 

 It was a wonderful sight.

He used it on the monsters. He used it on the criminals who attained magical powers. As time went on, he worked to the bones to ensure peoples safety.

He did what he could and he ensured the work is good.The only one who resisted the fire was that dreaded Kamish. The red dragon that came out of the largest Gates in all of Hunter history. Practically almost all the S-ranks Hunter that participated died, leaving him and four more to survive to pick up the slack.

Weaklings, all of them were. 

After a long, tiring and gruesome battle, they emerged the victor. It infuriated the man that a boisterous loud-mouth like Thomas Andre received first rank while he got third place. But he kept his cool and made no complaint. Retiring from the Hunter business was a wise thing to do. Now he cans it back and enjoy life while others toil endlessly in Dungeons.

With the privilege and reputation of beating Kamish, he was free from the noises. He has more money than anyone else in the word and he has the strength to match. Imagine his surprise when he heard a noise in his head.

"Greetings, Chosen 001."

First thing that he notes was how mechanical it sounded like a robot speaking. It had a distinctive masculine voice as well, reminding him of the Goliath, Thomas Andre. The third thing he notes was that there was no one around.

A private study room where he relax and read books. No one is permitted to enter unless he specifically calls for them.

"Who's there?" He asked, looking around. His senses haven't picked up anything unusual. None of his maids and security guards are Awakened and therefore he rules them out. This leave the possibility of Magic Beast attack. 

"I am Millius and I am tasked to become your partner." The voice spoke again. Christopher flexed his fingers, testing to see if he has full control over his physical and mental faculty. Knowing he does, the man considered the possibilities behind the reason behind this bizarre situation.

A wraith type Magic Beast perhaps, Christopher wondered, recalling facing several in the tunnels during the early days of Gates opening. Terrifying foes they are, capable of possession and even utilizing high level telekinesis and illusion-based spells.