Dungeon Raider System-Chapter 453: Headache

Uriel spent so much time thinking on how to get inside the city without being spotted, he had no clue as to what to do next. There were many things he needed to do and others he really wanted to do, but if he was certain of one thing it was that he had no interest in showing his face on the ranger's headquarters.

The city guard who let him in told him they wanted him to go there, but there was nothing in it for him and he already guessed what t was about. It was always the same, people usually wanted things from him but they never cared to return the favor and his hands were full at the moment.

He walked the streets of the east district for a while and before realizing it, he was already in front of the door of the tiny apartment he shared with Medusa. Since he didn't have the keys anymore, he picked the lock with his pocket knife and barged in to pick up some of his belongings.

After all, he knew he wouldn't be able to achieve the level 3 physical training goal inside the city no matter how much he worked out and he wanted to save some money. The place looked the same as it did before the doppelganger who impersonated him showed up in the apartment.

It meant that Medusa had it fixed before heading out of the city or she hired someone to do it while she was away. Whatever the case, no one should show up in there now that everything was fixed and he took his time to grab his belongings.

After taking a few changes of clothes, Uriel mindlessly searched through his bookshelf trying to find something to keep him company. To him, books were the perfect cure for loneliness and reading was his favorite hobby.

"What's this?" Uriel said after noticing a book he didn't recognize. Something like that was extremely weird since books were akin to friends to him and he was taken aback by a new book. "Titanomachy... this doesn't ring a bell..." Uriel muttered before opening the book and realizing the reason why it wasn't familiar was because it didn't belong to him in the first place.

It was a book left by Luna before going out of the city and he wondered why would she do something like that, until he found a napkin with a short message.

'Read this and let me know what you think when you finish it.'

"So this is one of those mythology books she likes so much. Sorry Luna, but I only read mythology when it's related to cultural artifacts I'm studying," He let out a sigh before closing the book, only now he took his time to inspect the book cover which depicted the god Zeus fighting against his father, the titan Kronos and it made him think about it for a couple minutes.

"So far, Luna's theory that cryptids were around before the arrival is pretty much confirmed, but cryptids are different from the old tales and since cryptozoology doesn't follow the scientific method she's only correct about half of the time. Sometimes she provides useful advice, while others it results in nothing but a waste of time.

"But the fact that she gets it wrong sometimes doesn't mean her theory is any less valid. It means there might be some truth about titans in this book. If I remember correctly, it's about Zeus rescuing his siblings from his father, Kronos, who was a titan. Then, they joined forces and vanished titans from this world. If taking into account what I've found so far about dungeons... then it means...

I don't know what it means." Uriel compulsively scratched his head and disregarded his thoughts as a desperate attempt to comprehend the nature of the titan that chased him while on the barrenlands, even though he knew it was impossible.

A heavenly rank hunter like him was comparable to an entity rank cryptid and Usually, a cryptid would be stronger than a single hunter. Then, there were the horror level cryptids who reigned over the entity ones and possessed intelligence similar to humans, their power level was comparable to a holy rank hunter. But titans, titans were different.

The strongest hunter in all of humanity, the first hunter and the reason why they were called like that, was only at a holy rank. Uriel knew him in person and knew the unsurmountable difference of power between them, but not even Jon Hunter was nearly as strong as a titan. In fact, there wasn't a rank above the holy rank and even if there was, they would probably be weaker than a titan.

For all this, just trying to comprehend the nature of a titan cryptid was impossible to Uriel and it only resulted in a headache. With so much in his head, he deeply wished his friends were there. He took a last gaze at the small apartment and headed outside towards his next stop to start his investigation about what happened to Mister Scofield.

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Uriel was certain he must have arrived before him, but he had no clue as to where he might be able to find him and asking in the Cryptid hunting agency about a holy rank hunter would only serve to put a target on his back. Still, he needed to start somewhere and without any clues to follow any place would be a good start.

However, the minute he reached the bottom floor he noticed the presence of someone who stood out from the people who lived in that apartment building. He was a young man, though knowing his age was difficult since he was also clearly a heavenly rank hunter.

He wore a mantle over his shoulders and his clothes were decorated with silver. They might have looked tacky, if not for the man being handsome enough to outshadow his attire. He had a handsome face, lively sharp eyes and long hair, it was the kind of person who would be famous by his appearance alone even if he wasn't a hunter, though Uriel had never seen him before in any posters or movies.

Contrary to his appearance, he didn't act arrogant and spoke casually to the people that crowded him asking for autographs.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not famous or anything..." He apologized.

"I don't care, please, just take a selfie with me so I can brag about it with my friends." A cute highschool girl begged.

"Sorry, It'll have to be some other day. The friend I was telling you about is here already." He said, yet again in an apologetic tone of voice and then walked towards Uriel who instinctively summoned his revolver.

"Who are you and what business do you have with me?" Uriel asked.

"You may not know me, but I've heard a lot about you... I need to have a word with you if that's fine with you." The man said in a polite manner and a genuine expression, though something about his face deeply unsettled Uriel.

"Identify yourself first and I'll think about it." Uriel muttered under his breath after realizing his hostility towards the handsome man didn't go unnoticed by the people who revered him thinking he was a famous person.

"I'm at the highest position of a very important construction firm..." The man began speaking, but Uriel cut him short.

"I'm not interested. It's either a lie, because everyone knows bigshots would never show up in person for a loser like me, they would just summon people by using force if necessary. Besides, if you're in construction, your company isn't that important or it's related to those jerks."

"Those jerks?" The man echoed.

"You now, the Jacobs."

"Heh! This is awkard," The man said as he played with his hair before placing a misbehaved strand behind his ear and then continued speaking. "I guess I'm one of those jerks then, but I don't think we should continue speaking here. Why don't you let me treat you to lunch?"

Refusing a free meal, or anything for free, was against Uriel's moral code and he would usually agree to an invitation like that on the spot, but the man confirmed he belonged to the Jacobs family and he knew them well. It wasn't that Mark was a rotten apple, he also met Colonel Ethan and he also had a crooked personality.

"Yeah, right, so you stiff me with the bill? I know your family well and I'm not falling for something like that again." Uriel turned to leave, but the man stopped him with a last plead.

"Please! My father was murdered and you're the only one who can help me!"

"Help you!? And why in the hell would I help you!?" Uriel raised his voice, enough to draw the attention of the people who patiently witnessed the conversation from afar. The murder intent was so dense he could feel it, even though none of those present were hunters.

"Because," The man lowered his voice until it became a whisper only a hunter could hear. "I need you to kill Mark."