Virat: Abandoned by Destiny

Narrator

"Every legend..."

"Begins..."

"As nothing more..."

"Than a rumor."

"Some rumors..."

"Disappear with time."

"Others..."

"Echo across generations."

"And eventually..."

"They become history."

The Holy Kingdom Adventurers' Guild...

Was as lively as ever.

Large wooden mugs slammed against heavy oak tables.

Quest papers rustled across the massive request board as adventurers searched for their next mission.

The clinking of armor mixed with cheerful laughter.

Merchants negotiated loudly near the entrance.

Waitresses skillfully weaved through the crowded hall, balancing trays filled with food and drinks.

The rich aroma of roasted meat, fresh bread, and hot stew drifted through the air.

It was another ordinary day...

Inside the Guild.

Or so everyone believed.

Near one corner of the hall...

Several adventurers gathered around a sturdy wooden table.

Unlike the others...

Their voices remained unusually low.

Almost as though they didn't want anyone else to hear.

One rugged-looking adventurer slowly lifted his wooden mug.

He took a long drink before placing it back onto the table.

Thunk.

"...Have you heard the rumors?"

The others exchanged curious glances.

One of them raised an eyebrow.

"You mean..."

"...That new adventurer?"

Another quietly nodded.

"...Zero."

For a brief moment...

The table fell silent.

Even the laughter surrounding them seemed to fade into the background.

The first adventurer folded his arms.

"It's only been a day or two..."

"Since he registered."

"And yet..."

"Half the Guild won't stop talking about him."

Another adventurer scratched his beard.

"I heard..."

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"He only accepted a simple Goblin Hunt quest."

"So how did he suddenly become famous?"

The third adventurer leaned forward.

His voice dropped even lower.

"Because..."

"When he came back..."

"He wasn't carrying Goblin ears."

"He was carrying..."

"The corpse..."

"Of an Iron Fang Bear."

Silence.

One man nearly dropped his mug.

"...You're joking."

"An Iron Fang Bear?"

"That's a B-Rank Magic Beast."

The first adventurer slowly nodded.

"The Guild inspected the corpse themselves."

"And..."

"They immediately promoted him..."

"Straight to B-Rank."

A nearby adventurer, who had been quietly listening, finally joined the conversation.

"I was there."

"The inspection team checked everything."

"The wounds."

"The mana residue."

"The beast."

"It wasn't fake."

Another adventurer crossed his muscular arms.

"If someone can defeat an Iron Fang Bear alone..."

"They're at least..."

"A-Rank in real combat strength."

Several people quietly nodded.

No one disagreed.

One young adventurer frowned.

"But that's exactly what's strange."

"No one..."

"Has ever actually seen him fight."

"He accepts quests..."

"Leaves..."

"And quietly returns."

"It's like..."

"The battles happen..."

"Without any witnesses."

Another man looked around before speaking.

"I heard..."

"He always wears..."

"A black mask."

"A long dark cloak."

"And when he registered..."

"He listed himself as..."

"A Magic User."

A voice from the neighboring table joined in.

"I also heard..."

"He's only sixteen years old."

The first adventurer snorted.

"Maybe."

"Or maybe..."

"That was just another lie."

Because no one...

Had ever seen...

The face beneath the mask.

At that exact moment...

The Guild's massive wooden doors slowly creaked open.

Creeeeak...

Almost every adventurer instinctively turned toward the entrance.

Several even straightened in their seats.

For one brief second...

The entire Guild Hall held its breath.

For one brief second...

The entire Guild Hall held its breath.

Then...

A travelling merchant stepped through the doorway.

A large backpack rested upon his shoulders.

Dust covered his boots from days spent on the road.

He looked around in confusion as dozens of adventurers stared at him.

"...Uh..."

"Good morning?"

The hall relaxed almost immediately.

Several people let out disappointed sighs.

"...Not him."

One adventurer leaned back in his chair.

"I thought Zero had come."

Another shook his head.

"Me too."

Within moments...

The conversations quietly resumed.

The second adventurer took another drink.

"That's another strange thing."

"No one knows when he arrives."

"And no one knows when he leaves."

"It's almost like..."

"He appears from nowhere..."

"And disappears just as quietly."

The third adventurer nodded.

"I asked one of the gate guards."

"They said..."

"They never saw him entering the city."

Another added,

"And the innkeepers don't know where he stays."

"It's like..."

"He doesn't exist..."

"Until he walks into the Guild."

Near the reception desk...

Even the Guild employees whispered among themselves.

One young receptionist glanced toward the quest board.

"I've worked here for years..."

"But I've never met someone like him."

Another receptionist quietly nodded.

"He never boasts."

"He never argues."

"He simply accepts a quest..."

"Completes it..."

"Collects his reward..."

"And leaves."

The first receptionist folded her arms.

"...He's mysterious."

On the second floor...

Inside the Guild Master's office...

Silence filled the room.

The Guild Master stood beside the large window overlooking the bustling Guild Hall below.

His sharp eyes calmly observed the adventurers.

One hand rested behind his back.

The fingers of the other tapped thoughtfully against the wooden window frame.

Tap...

Tap...

Tap...

His expression remained unreadable.

"...Zero."

He slowly folded his arms.

"Who exactly..."

"...Are you?"

His thoughts drifted back to the inspection room.

The Iron Fang Bear.

Its enormous body had been covered with unbelievably clean sword wounds.

No unnecessary injuries.

No wasted movements.

Every strike...

Had been perfectly calculated.

Whoever defeated that beast...

Was no ordinary adventurer.

The Guild Master narrowed his eyes.

"...A veteran..."

"Disguising himself as a beginner?"

He slowly shook his head.

"No."

"A veteran..."

"Wouldn't hide this carefully."

Another possibility crossed his mind.

"...A noble?"

Again...

He dismissed the thought.

"Nobles seek recognition."

"This one..."

"Seems determined to avoid it."

His gaze slowly drifted toward the Guild entrance.

"...Interesting."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"It's been a long time..."

"Since someone made me this curious."

Outside his office...

The rumours continued spreading throughout the Guild.

Some believed Zero was a retired S-Rank adventurer hiding his identity.

Others claimed he was the personal disciple of a legendary mage.

A few even whispered...

That he might belong to a forgotten royal bloodline.

Every person had a different theory.

Every story sounded convincing.

Yet...

Not one of them knew the truth.

Far away...

Beyond the noisy Guild Hall...

A lone figure wearing a long black cloak quietly disappeared into the crowded streets of the Holy Kingdom.

His face remained hidden behind a black mask.

Without looking back...

He vanished into the sea of people.

As though...

He had never existed.

Narrator

"Some people..."

"Seek fame."

"Others..."

"Run from it."

"But the most mysterious legends..."

"Are born..."

"When the world remembers the name..."

"Yet no one..."

"Knows the face behind it."

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