I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist

Guilds were divided into two main types.

First, there were the affiliated guilds, founded by seasoned Hunters, Exorcists, or a collaboration of both. In Aurion alone, thousands of these guilds existed, with hundreds more in the renowned city of Ocryphia, known as the Capital of the Southern Region of Adrencia. Ocryphia was home to the most powerful, wealthy, and influential figures in the land.

The city boasted elite guilds like the prestigious 7-Star Whiteford Guild and the 6-Star Starlight Guild. However, becoming an official Hunter or Exorcist in these organizations was no easy feat. The competition was fierce, and only the best of the best were recruited. Membership required not just skill but a near-perfect track record, often with personal recommendations from highly esteemed Hunters or Exorcists.

Naturally, not everyone harbored ambitions to join such elite guilds. Dreams of joining were common, but so was the understanding that these guilds were out of reach for many. Candidates needed to present impeccable resumes that showcased talent, intelligence, strength, adaptability, and a solid education—qualifications far beyond the reach of the average applicant.

For those who couldn't meet these standards, the alternative lay in independent guilds, operated under government oversight. These guilds required no stringent entry criteria; anyone could register as a Hunter. However, to participate in Human Exorcism Quests, applicants needed an official passport verifying their clearance. For other missions—such as slaying demonic beasts, assisting locals, or recovering rare items or materials—no such credentials were required.

The Guild of Ocryphia, in particular, enjoyed widespread popularity, largely due to its location in one of Aurion's wealthiest cities. People journeyed from distant lands to Ocryphia, aspiring to earn a reputation as a great Hunter in a city renowned for excellence.

Advancing through the ranks in Ocryphia was a unique challenge compared to other regions. To rise here was to gain respect as a truly qualified Hunter, a status that carried prestige far beyond the city's borders.

As usual, the Ocryphia Main Guild was a hive of activity from the very beginning of the day. People from all walks of life filled its halls, navigating the guild's five floors.

Each floor had its own function: the ground floor served as the registration area but was also taking requests mostly from low ranked Hunters, the second floor was dedicated to quests as well, and the third floor was a bustling cafeteria filled with the scent of warm food and fresh coffee. The fourth floor, exclusive to VIPs, catered to those with special or high-stakes requests, drawing visitors with unique demands. But above all these, atop the guild's towering structure, lay a hidden sixth floor—an office known only to a few. This was the seat of the Guild Master of Ocryphia, a position directly appointed by the government of Aurion and the President of Ocryphia.

Though seldom present due to his numerous duties both in Ocryphia and abroad, today, Ferdinand Ruthern, the Guild Master himself, sat at his desk for a rather unusual reason.

"Your coffee, sir."

One of the guild staff, a young woman in the guild's uniform, set down a steaming cup in front of him. Ferdinand took it with a brief nod, his eyes thoughtful. In his middle years, he had an air of seasoned refinement. His tall, imposing frame and slicked-back brown hair gave him a ruling presence, yet he exuded a sharp intelligence that left no one doubting his capabilities.

Ferdinand Ruthern was more than just a bureaucratic figurehead—he held clearance as an elite exorcist and was a former S-Rank Hunter. The guild's ranks ranged from E-Rank for novices to the legendary SSS-Rank, though the existence of SSS-Rank Hunters was shrouded in rumors. Some believed it was merely a myth, a title meant to intimidate potential foes rather than denote a true rank.

The woman who served as his assistant and secretary adjusted her glasses as she watched Ferdinand sip his coffee. She leaned in, her tone quite curious. "It seems Lord Hubert is rather agitated today." 

Ferdinand exhaled, setting down his cup. He couldn't help but recall his old friend Hubert's uncharacteristic request.

"Until now, Hubert has never asked me to leverage my position as Guild Master for anything," he said, a hint of amusement softening his expression. "For the first time, he's asking me to… babysit one of his protégés." Ferdinand chuckled, shaking his head slightly at the memory.

Just the day before, Hubert had visited, his tone unusually insistent. He'd told Ferdinand about a young man he had mentored, a rare talent who had decided to register as a Hunter in Ocryphia.

The request from Hubert for his protégé was, in Ferdinand's opinion, nothing short of extravagant.

Hubert had insisted that his protégé be registered as a VIP Hunter, a status reserved for only the most seasoned professionals, granting priority access to high-demand requests. He also demanded that the newcomer be given a D-Rank designation from the outset, bypassing the standard starting rank of E-, which was mandatory for all new hunters. To top it off, Hubert requested that his protégé be treated, in his own words, 'like royalty'.

Even Ferdinand, accustomed to Hubert's lofty ambitions, was taken aback by the audacity of his friend's demands.

Despite their friendship, Ferdinand gently declined the request. He assured Hubert that he could keep an eye on the young protégé, or at the very least, instruct his staff to do so. However, he couldn't justify granting special privileges simply because of Hubert's insistence. Rank structure existed for a reason: they ensured that every hunter was suited to the risks associated with their assigned quests. Jumping from an entry-level E-Rank to a D-Rank would be reckless without experience to back it up. If anything were to happen to the young hunter as a result of such preferential treatment, Ferdinand himself would bear the weight of the guilt.

The VIP designation was similarly exclusive. Reserved for only the most trusted and capable hunters, it was a mark of respect earned through a rigorous record of quests and accomplishments, often with international recognition. Ferdinand's hands were tied; he couldn't bestow such a privilege on anyone without proof of their merit—not even to appease his oldest friend. Predictably, this refusal angered Hubert, who stormed out of Ferdinand's office in frustration yesterday.

This morning, however, a letter from Hubert arrived. It stated that his protégé would come in for registration today and reiterated Hubert's request for Ferdinand's personal attention, ending with a veiled threat: failure to comply might mean the end of their friendship.

Ferdinand paused to consider this. Could this so-called protégé be Hubert's own son? The demands certainly carried the weight of a father's doting expectations. Still, he resolved to grant what little he could within reason. For an old friend, he would watch over the young man as best he could.

With this decision, Ferdinand had already instructed his staff to provide guidance to the newcomer, known only by the name Hubert had provided. It wasn't much, but it was the extent of what he could do—and would do—for his old friend's sake.

The ground floor of the Ocryphia Guild was, as usual, bustling with activity.

On one side, eager new applicants waited for their turn to register in excitation. On the other side, experienced hunters clustered around towering, rectangular panels set into the walls. These digital boards displayed the latest requests, each with a description, rank, and listed reward. Each request was also tagged with a unique code that hunters would relay to the receptionists when claiming a quest.

The diversity of hunters on the floor was quite visible. There were those adorned in gleaming, finely crafted armor, flaunting wealth through every polished buckle and engraved blade. Others had a distinctly rugged look, their gear battle-worn and functional, telling stories of hard-fought victories far from the city's opulent heart. These hunters, often from humble beginnings, eyed the wealthy nobles and their entourages with quiet disdain tinged with envy.

The poorer hunters believed they had clawed their way up, earning every rank with sweat and grit, while they sneered at the well-dressed sons of nobility, whom they saw as coddled elites. Nobles, in turn, looked down their noses at the more rugged hunters, privately questioning the Guild's decision to allow them within the prestigious halls of Ocryphia.

Above it all, Ferdinand watched from his office, holding Hubert's letter in hand. He glanced out of the window at the sprawling cityscape of Ocryphia, its towers stretching skyward. Hubert's last words echoed in his mind:

[I dare you to look after him! His name is—]

"Siver King…" Ferdinand murmured, reading the name aloud.

-Thud!

Just then, on the ground floor below, the double doors of the Guild burst open with an almost theatrical flair, crashing back against the walls with a force that drew every eye to the entryway. Conversations hushed, and heads turned.

In the doorway stood a young man. His hair was a striking shade of silver-white, slicked back with precision. A mask, equally silver and exquisitely crafted, covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed. They were a vivid, glowing azure blue, peering out from the mask.

"..."

He paused in the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as he took in the sea of staring faces. A slight, almost imperceptible smile played at the edges of his hidden lips, visible only in the exhilarated squint of his eyes. With a single step, he strode forward, clearly relishing the sensation of every gaze fixed upon him.