In Another World With Omnitrix

The city lights of Caelmire shimmered like a second sky, mirrored on rain-slicked streets. Billboards hovered mid-air, displaying news of recent dungeon activity — yet Riven Kade's name was nowhere to be seen.

Not that he cared.

He sat on a metal bench under the neon glow of a flickering ramen shop sign. His food was half-eaten, going cold in the bowl. The smells of spiced broth and grilled meat filled the alley, but Riven's mind was elsewhere — back in that frozen tomb of a dungeon, where he'd nearly lost control.

His hand drifted to the Omnitrix, still dim but pulsing faintly beneath his sleeve. Across from it, Nullshift rested on his right wrist — deceptively sleek, seemingly inert.

"Two aliens now, Heatblast and Arctiguana,"

he thought.

"That makes two chances to screw up... or survive."

A quiet chime from his phone broke the thought.

[Hunter Notice – New Account Activity]

Riven blinked. He hadn't registered for anything, and definitely hadn't expected a message like that.

He swiped it open.

Dungeon Clearance Verified.

C-Rank Solo Completion – No Guild Affiliation

Reward Credited: 20,000 C

WDC Processing Fee Deducted: 1,000 C

Total Transferred: 19,000 C

[A/N: Currency are refers as credit.]

He stared.

"...They actually paid me?"

The credits had already landed in his account, clean and without ceremony. He checked again — yes, there it was: a tidy sum, more than enough to live on for a month or buy some basic gear.

"So that's how this world works. Fight monsters, get paid, Simple."

But curiosity nudged him deeper. He swiped to his hunter profile, pulling up his dungeon log.

Only one entry was listed:

Cryo Dungeon (Solo) – C-Rank – Cleared

Riven frowned. There should have been two.

He scrolled further, looking for anything about the volcanic dungeon — the one where he'd first transformed.

Nothing.

Then a red message blinked below the list:

"Unregistered dungeon signature. No dimensional trace detected. Clearance not verified. No compensation issued. If you believe this is an error, contact your local Hunter Authority."

He snorted.

"Figures, they aren't paying e for that one."

...

Two Days Later – Caelmire Observation Level

Inside a sleek glass office overlooking the guild towers, a private meeting unfolded. The room was minimal — no open terminals, just a single file placed before a woman with long silvery-white hair tied in a low ponytail. Her deep blue eyes scanned the folder from behind slim-framed glasses.

Lyra Veyla, senior operative of Nova Arcanum — a powerful relic research organization that operated globally, often stepping beyond guild jurisdiction.

Across from her stood a WDC liaison, arms crossed, gesturing toward a paused surveillance still.

A boy, walking away from a collapsed C-rank dungeon.

Left wrist: glowing green device.

Right wrist: some kind of transforming weapon.

And no classification for either.

"No past records," the liaison said. "No digital footprint. His hunter ID only appeared after the Cryo Dungeon. He's officially C-rank now."

"And that gauntlet?" Lyra asked, tapping the image.

"Unidentified relic. Doesn't match any logged prototypes. The energy pattern's clean but alien. Completely unclassified."

Lyra's brow arched slightly. "And the green device on the left?"

"Same story. Unknown tech. Energy signature is stable, but we've got zero matches."

She leaned back slowly. "So we have a hunter with no past… and two relics no one understands."

The liaison hesitated. "We sent a non-binding approach notice. Just an offer to talk. He hasn't responded."

"Let him take his time," Lyra said softly, closing the folder. "No one trusts the first hand extended to them."

....

Caelmire – Lower District, Same Night

Riven walked the quiet side streets, hoodie up. The city buzzed around him, but he moved through it like a ghost. The Cryo Dungeon was behind him… but questions still chased him forward.

He ducked into an alley and held up his right arm.

"Nullshift — blade."

The name passed his lips quietly — a name no one else knew. The Nullshift responded at once. Plates shifted, unfolded, and a smooth plasma-forged blade extended with a hum, icy blue still laced around its edge.

"You've got your own mind, don't you?" he muttered.

The blade retracted a moment later.

"But you picked me."

His phone buzzed again.

Message Request – Unverified ID

"We're interested in speaking with you. No obligation. Just a conversation."

He smirked.

"Try harder."

....

WDC Flagged Observation Feed

Analysts reviewed Riven's profile as updates streamed in.

Hunter: Riven Kade

Rank: C

Cleared: 2 dungeons (1 unregistered)

Affiliation: None

Relics: 2 (Unclassified)

Status: Monitored

"No relic match," one analyst muttered. "Neither the gauntlet nor the green wrist device appear in any registry."

Another chimed in. "He rejected the scout invite."

"Expected," their supervisor said. "Keep eyes on him."

...

Rooftop – Later That Night

Steam curled from a rooftop café as Lyra Veyla sipped from a cup and gazed out over Caelmire. The dossier lay open beside her, Riven's face frozen mid-transformation.

The green light, The blade.

The unknowns.

"Two unregistered relics… and no origin," she murmured.

She tapped the image of the weapon — the gauntlet.

"You're not just rare. You're impossible."

And that made Riven Kade something worth watching.

....

End of chapter.

Thank you for reading.

I am not really good at writing so some of the interaction might be blend.