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Outside the Dungeon Gate
The sky above Rift Site #87 gleamed pale blue, as if pretending nothing had happened.
Rin stumbled out of the crumbling dungeon entrance, dragging the Forkspear behind him. Dust and blood caked his face. Every breath scraped his lungs.
But his eyes were wide open.
And then—he saw them.
The 12.
Wrapped in emergency blankets. Laughing. Crying. Drinking hot soup. Some limped. One had his arm in a sling. Another wore a hero's smile like a mask.
> "Rin didn't make it," one said solemnly.
> "Better this way," said another, sipping broth.
> "He was dead weight anyway," a third muttered.
Rin stopped walking.
His fingers tightened around the Forkspear. His shadow stretched long behind him.
> [Subquest Active: Kill the Betrayers – Reward: EXP + the best taste you've ever known.]
> [20 Minutes of Peak Condition Available. Activate?]
His lip curled into a crooked smile. "Yeah... let's eat."
> [Peak Form Activated – Timer: 20:00]
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Slaughter Begins
Fat melted. Muscles swelled. His vision sharpened like a blade.
He was no longer Rin the Glutton.
He was something else now—something wrathful.
He moved.
The first classmate—someone Rin had once lent lunch money to—turned just in time to see the spear split his skull.
The blood hit the tarp like spilled ramen broth.
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Screams ripped through the camp.
> "RIN?!" "OH GOD—HE'S ALIVE!" "RUN!"
Someone raised a shield—a cheap artifact looted from the dungeon. Rin shattered it with a spinning sweep and gutted the wielder with the returning strike.
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Personal Revenge
Class Rep, the one who said "Sorry, Chubby!", tried reasoning. "Wait—Rin—we thought you died—"
Rin didn't stop walking.
"I did."
The Forkspear pierced her chest. She slid off the tip like trash off a plate.
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The boy who first yelled 'RUN' in the dungeon, who left him behind— He cried. "Please—PLEASE—I have a sister—she's waiting—"
"So was I."
Rin drove the blade through both knees first… and walked away while the screams echoed.
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A girl he once loved in secret fell to her knees.
"Rin. I know. I know we did wrong. But this—this isn't you—"
He stood over her.
His voice was quiet. "You're right. I was weak. But now?"
He drove the spear into her heart without blinking.
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The rest died trying to run.
Some made it to the rescue dome.
Some begged.
Some cursed.
None survived.
When it was over, Rin stood in a storm of silence.
Twelve corpses.
Twelve betrayals avenged.
His Peak Form flickered—then failed.
Back to normal.
Fat.
Breathing hard.
Alive.
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Rin Vanishes
Sirens blared in the distance. Blue lights flashed through the trees.
He limped into the shadows.
Didn't look back.
Didn't speak.
Gone.
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News Report
> BREAKING NEWS – Rift Site #87 Tragedy
"Twelve Sealer students dead in what is believed to be a late-stage Dungeon Boss breakout. Rescue teams found no surviving monsters."
"Authorities believe the sole survivor fled in fear and is currently being searched for."
"Another tragic day for humanity's youth…"
The world moved on.
Another day. Another dungeon.
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But Not Everyone Believed It
Detective Vlad, broad-shouldered and grim, stared at a crime scene photo. A body split down the middle—too precise.
"Boss monster didn't do this," he muttered.
His partner, Lydia, leaned over. "You think Sealer on Sealer?"
"No," Vlad said. "A Sealer wouldn't leave twelve clean kills. Wouldn't erase mana traces."
He tapped a photo of a spear-shaped wound.
"This wasn't war. This was revenge."
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Elsewhere...
Rin stood in front of a white marble building. Huge doors. Blue banners rippling in the wind.
> SEALER ASSESSMENT DIVISION – CITY 17
His uniform was new. His face blank. The Forkspear rested across his back like a grave marker.
The guards looked at him. No questions.
Inside was the future. Power. Legitimacy. Camouflage.
Rin stepped through the gates.
> [Welcome. Please prepare for Sealer Rank Evaluation.]
He smiled softly.
> "Let's see where I belong."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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