Solo Leveling with Copy Ability

Markus Tenebris sat in quiet contemplation, his mind focused on the progress he had made. With a thought, he summoned his status page, eager to assess his current capabilities. Status Page:

Status Page:

Name: Markus Tenebris

Level: 48

Class: Mage

Guild: Shadow Legion

Unspent Stat Points: 300

Core Stats:

Strength: 1,200

Agility: 1,000

Endurance: 1,500

Intelligence: 2,500

Wisdom: 2,200

Luck: 500

Health & Resources:

HP: 15,000 / 15,000

MP: 90,000 / 90,000

SP: 20,000 / 20,000

Regeneration Rates (per minute):

HP Regen: 1,500 HP/min

MP Regen: 9,900 MP/min

SP Regen: 2,700 SP/min

Resistances & Defensive Capabilities:

Physical Resistance: 30%

Magic Resistance: 70%

Fire Resistance: Very High

Necrotic Resistance: Immune

Mind Control Resistance: High

Stealth Detection: Up to 500 meters

Poison Resistance: Very High

Skills:

Arcane Perception Lv.10

Void Blink Lv.10

Silent Phantom Lv.10

Phantom Requiem Lv.5

Elemental Dominion Lv.5

Temporal Convergence Lv.5

Telekinetic Dominion Lv.5

Arcane Mastery

Greater Regeneration

Phantom Requiem Lv.5:

Passive: Transforms all existing undead summons into shadowy entities, granting them +20% physical defense and +15% magical defense.

Active: When activated, any fallen enemy can be reanimated as an undead summon. You receive up to 5 reanimation attempts per activation for strong souls.

Storage: All reanimated summons are stored in a Shadow Reservoir with a maximum capacity equal to 50% of your (INT + WIS) stats.

Summon Limit Increase: Increases your overall undead summoning limit by 20%.

New Summonable Hybrids:

Vampire Lord - Undead General: A powerful undead commander with enhanced strength and agility, capable of using Blood Magic and leading lesser undead in battle. Capable of human speech.

Frost Dragon: A colossal dragon wreathed in frost, its breath capable of freezing enemies solid.

Dragon Priests: Cultists who have pledged themselves to draconic powers, wielding potent elemental magic and healing undead and living. Capable of human speech.

Lord Bane: An ancient warlord returned from the grave, possessing unparalleled combat skills and strategic acumen.

Current Undead Army:

Base Summon Limit: 1,000 active undead

Base Storage Limit: 2,350 active undead

Hybrid Reanimated Units: Additional fallen enemies reanimated as shadow-undead increase the effective count.

Composition (approximate):

Bone Reapers: 50

Doom Knights: 50

Wraith Lords: 50

Lich Generals: 50

Vampire Lord: 50

Frost Dragon: 10

Dragon Priests: 40

Lord Bane: 10

Hybrid (Reanimated Foes): 140

Total Effective Army Size: ~450+ units

Shadow Reservoir: Maximum capacity = 50% of (INT + WIS)(Currently, 50% of (2,500 + 2,200) ≈ 50% of 4,700 ≈ 2,350 units of storage capacity)

Satisfied with his progress, Markus focused on his skills that had reached their peak. He knew evolving them would unlock even greater potential. Arcane Perception, Void Blink, and Silent Phantom were ready for evolution, each a cornerstone of his combat strategy.

Skill Evolution

Arcane Perception Lv.10 → Arcane Insight Lv.1

Passive: Enhances mana detection, allowing perception of energy flows and hidden entities within a 1-kilometer radius.

Active: Grants the ability to read magical threads, improving reaction time and strategic planning.

Void Blink Lv.10 → Void Traverse Lv.1

Active: Enables instant teleportation up to 1000 meters, with reduced cooldown and mana cost.

Passive: Increases spatial awareness, reducing the likelihood of spatial anomalies during teleportation.

Silent Phantom Lv.10 → Ethereal Wraith Lv.1

Active: Renders the user intangible and invisible, allowing passage through solid objects and undetected movement.

Active: Can phase into the ethereal plane temporarily, avoiding all physical and magical attacks.

With his newfound abilities, Markus felt a surge of confidence. He was now prepared to face the challenges that awaited him in the Nightmare Arcane Spire. His previous defeat on level 13 had been a humbling experience, but now, armed with enhanced skills and a formidable army, he was ready to conquer the Spire and claim the rewards that would propel him to new heights. Determined, Markus stepped forward, the entrance to the Nightmare Arcane Spire.

Markus strode into the towering entrance of The Nightmare Arcane Spire, his mind sharp and focused. Time was not on his side, he needed to clear the dungeon before the looming threat of the Jeju Island raid and the inevitable betrayal by the Japanese hunters. His eyes flickered with cold determination. This time, he wouldn't rely on his hybrid army. He knew the bosses ahead were formidable, especially the dungeon's final guardian, who possessed the power to counter many of his skills and summoning. This would be a personal test, one designed to push his combat mastery to its limits. With his fused Cold Weapon Mastery and CQC Mastery at the forefront, Markus was ready to dismantle every challenge in his path.

The first of the memorable bosses, The Iron Tyrant, was a towering metallic golem with a body forged from enchanted steel, its arms wielding colossal battle-axes that could split the ground with every strike. Markus danced around its attacks, his agility and combat instincts turning the seemingly unstoppable behemoth into a slow-moving target. His halberd gleamed with arcane-infused energy as he struck the creature's joints and weak points with surgical precision, dismantling its body piece by piece until the golem collapsed in a heap of smoldering fragments. After each floor boss he was in 19th. The Frost Reaper, was a spectral figure wrapped in glacial winds, its twin scythes leaving trails of frost in the air. Every strike threatened to freeze Markus solid, but his fire-enhanced weapons and fire resistance turned the tide. Each clash was a blur of speed and precision, scythes met halberd, but Markus left no opening. With a final, devastating blow, the Frost Reaper shattered into a storm of ice crystals.

At last, he reached the apex of the spire, where the final guardian awaited: The Arch Magus of Eternal Knowledge. A regal figure draped in flowing robes of starlight and shadow, the Arch Magus radiated an overwhelming aura of ancient power. His eyes gleamed with wisdom and a touch of amusement. "You've come far, but you're still a novice in the grand tapestry of magic," the Arch Magus spoke, his voice both commanding and strangely kind. What followed was not just a battle, it was a masterclass. The Arch Magus summoned secondary elements with effortless grace: lightning crackled across the battlefield, metal shards shaped into deadly spears, and vines erupted from the ground to ensnare Markus. When Markus countered with elemental strikes of his own, the Arch Magus laughed softly, hurling rare elemental magic like Time Rifts and Psychic Blasts to disorient him. Yet, with every spell cast, the Arch Magus taught. His strikes were lessons, his counters a demonstration of mastery. For every blow Markus delivered, the Arch Magus offered a new insight into the nature of magic. Finally, after a long and grueling battle, Markus's admiration for the Arch Magus turned into genuine respect. The Arch Magus paused. Markus used his copy slots without hesitation, he chose Life Magic Mastery, Time Magic Mastery, and Light Magic Mastery.

As the powers surged into him, the Arch Magus smiled. "Return when you're ready, and I will teach you more. There is still much for you to learn." Markus nodded, his breathing steady but his heart brimming with excitement. He had not only survived but grown in ways he couldn't have imagined. With a final glance at the Arch Magus, he turned and left the spire, knowing he would be back for another lesson soon.

Over the next three days, Markus returned to the depths of The Nightmare Arcane Spire, seeking out the Arch Magus once again. This time, his intent was clear: to learn everything the ancient entity had to offer and to master the remaining elements under its relentless assaults. The training was brutal. Lightning clashed with magma, life magic surged against death, and gravity weighed heavily on Markus's every movement. Each element brought its own lesson, a new way to control, to counter, and to weave power seamlessly into combat. By the second day, Markus was no longer a mere student; he was fighting back with growing confidence, countering every elemental assault with precision and efficiency. His Cold Weapon Mastery and CQC Mastery ensured that not a single movement was wasted, turning even close-quarters combat into a display of ruthless elegance.

The duel with the Arch Magus of Eternal Knowledge was unlike anything Markus had faced before. The ancient being exuded an aura of timeless power, every movement measured and precise. Lightning crackled in his left hand while his right conjured roots from the ground, each attack a calculated lesson in magical mastery.

"You have power, Markus," the Arch Magus said, his voice calm, yet commanding. "But raw power without understanding is like a storm without direction."

Markus gritted his teeth as a wave of molten magma surged toward him. His instincts screamed to dodge, but instead, he countered with Gravity Magic, redirecting the molten tide into the air before freezing it mid-flight with Ice Magic.

The Arch Magus smiled approvingly. "Good… now show me what you've learned."

The battle continued, each strike becoming more intricate. The Arch Magus shifted seamlessly between elements, Time Magic slowed Markus's movements while Shadow Magic enveloped the arena in darkness. But Markus adapted quickly, countering with Light Magic, illuminating the void and regaining the upper hand.

His Cold Weapon Mastery and CQC Mastery allowed him to close the distance with ruthless efficiency. Every swing of his halberd was precise, every step calculated. His strikes forced the Arch Magus to retreat momentarily, giving Markus just enough time to launch a counterattack.

The duel between Markus and the Arch Magus reached its peak. The once-overwhelming magic of the Arch Magus was now met with equal force, each attack deftly countered by Markus's newfound mastery of the secondary and rare elements. Lightning strikes were absorbed and redirected, gravity wells crushed incoming projectiles, and life magic restored his stamina in moments of weakness. Time Magic slowed his opponent's reactions, while Light Magic cloaked him in radiant shields, turning the tide in his favor. In a final, dazzling exchange, Markus unleashed the full might of his fused elements. Finally, after an intense exchange, Markus struck with a combination of Time and Light Magic, disrupting the Arch Magus's defenses and creating a fleeting opening. With a final blow, the battle ended. With one final strike, Markus emerged victorious, barely.

The Arch Magus straightened, his robes shimmering with fading starlight. "You've learned well, Markus Tenebris," he said, his voice echoing with ancient wisdom. "But do not limit yourself to one reality alone. There are countless others… and you have only just begun."

The words hung in the air as the Arch Magus slowly faded, leaving behind only a lingering aura of power and a whisper of infinite possibilities.

Markus stood in silence, breathing heavily. His system chimed, and a massive surge of EXP flooded into him, pushing him straight to Level 53. A glowing window popped up before his eyes:

CLASS CHANGE QUEST AVAILABLE

He stared at the prompt for a moment before dismissing it with difficulty, he really need more time. The Jeju Island Raid loomed ahead, and his priorities were clear. There would be time for the quest later, after the battle that awaited him and the S-Rank hunters of Korea. For now, preparation was paramount.

The following day, Markus stood among the gathered hunters at the military base, watching as four helicopters were readied for departure. The wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of salt from the distant sea. Go Gun-Hee and Woo Jin-Chul exchanged final words with the team, their expressions grim yet resolute. Baek Yoonho adjusted his jacket, his golden eyes gleaming with determination, while Choi Jong-In remained calm and composed, reviewing last-minute strategies.

Markus glanced at the assembled group, Korea's finest hunters, each ready to stake their lives on this mission. There was no room for hesitation; Jeju Island was overrun with ant monsters, and the fate of Korea hung in the balance. Without Jinwoo, their chances seemed slimmer, but Markus's power had grown exponentially. He intended to tip the scales in their favor. Plus, he wants to see if he can raise the bodies of the ant monsters and Beru after Jin Woo uses his "Arise" command on them. Logically Jin Woo was extracting their souls as shadow soldiers, therefore Markus should be able to get the bodies with all their memories intact, a bit soulless but hey, no one was perfect.

The engines roared to life, and the helicopters lifted into the sky. Inside the cabin, the hunters sat in tense silence, their expressions reflecting a mixture of focus and anticipation. Markus rested his back against the seat, his eyes closing briefly as he reviewed the elements now at his disposal. His Arcane Dominion had evolved, incorporating every element he had learned from the Arch Magus. No longer limited to the core elements, it now granted him mastery over Lightning, Metal, Ice, Magma, Plant, Poison, Gravity, Life, Time, Light, Shadow, and Psychic magic. The potential was staggering, a power unmatched by any hunter.

As the helicopters soared toward Jeju Island, Markus opened his eyes, a calm, deadly resolve burning within them. It was time. Time to face the monsters that had plagued the island for too long. Time to change the tide of the war. A great challenge for the rest, a walk in the park for Markus. Maybe he'll get himself another priest if he'll let the healer get killed, or maybe he'll save the sorry lad. Who knows.

The Jeju Island Raid had begun.

Markus Tenebris stood at the center of the chamber, calm and unbothered despite the rising tension. He knew exactly how this event would unfold. The Japanese hunters had already lost several of their own to the Ant King, Beru, who was yet to make his grand appearance before the Korean hunters. Behind him, the Korean S-Rank hunters, unaware of what lay ahead, prepared themselves for battle. Markus, however, didn't bother warning them, he wanted things to play out exactly as they had to.

The first wave of ants poured into the chamber like a black tide, filling the air with their shrill, inhuman cries. Markus raised a hand, and with a ripple of dark energy, his army began to materialize in full force. The ground trembled beneath the overwhelming aura of death and power. Bone Reapers led the charge, skeletal warriors clad in jagged obsidian armor, their bony frames reinforced with ancient runic etchings. Each wielded massive scythes that crackled with dark energy. They moved in perfect synchronization, their every swing carving through dozens of ants at once. With each strike, waves of necrotic energy weakened the surrounding enemies, causing them to stumble and fall prey to the second wave.

Behind the Bone Reapers stood the Doom Knights, towering three-meter-tall juggernauts with heavy halberds and massive tower shields. Their imposing figures were unyielding, forming an impenetrable line that no ant could break. When the ants rushed them, the Doom Knights answered with swift, brutal precision, shields bashing and halberds sweeping, each motion delivering crushing force that left deep craters in the battlefield. One of the Doom Knights lifted his shield and drove it into the ground, generating a barrier of spectral energy that deflected the incoming ant horde and gave the Bone Reapers ample room to counter.

Above the chaos, the Wraith Lords hovered like grim specters of death, their forms flickering between reality and shadow. Each Wraith Lord wielded void magic with terrifying efficiency, conjuring arcs of black lightning and raining down torrents of shadowfire. When they attacked in unison, the battlefield was consumed in darkness, swathes of ants reduced to nothing but burned crisps and echoes. Their haunting voices carried across the battlefield, issuing commands and coordinating precise strikes that dismantled the enemy formation with chilling accuracy.

At the center of this grand display stood the Lich Lords, the commanders of Markus's undead army. Each one clad in robes of shimmering black and gold, they exuded regal authority and unparalleled magical power. Their skeletal hands wove complex sigils in the air, summoning destructive magic and raising fallen ants as temporary servants. One Lich Lord lifted his staff, conjuring a field of necrotic decay that sapped the life from any creature that dared enter. Another cast a spell that summoned spectral chains from the ground, binding entire clusters of ants in place for the Doom Knights to destroy. Yet, their true strength lay in their ability to amplify the power of the army, bolstering their defenses, increasing their strength, and restoring their energy with an endless flow of mana.

The Dragon Priests joined the fray with their devastating elemental magic. They summoned towering pillars of flame and ice, creating chaotic elemental storms that decimated the ant ranks. In between their destructive spells, they wove powerful restoration magic, healing the Bone Reapers and Doom Knights while fortifying the front lines with protective barriers. Their commanding presence turned the battlefield into a constantly shifting war zone of fire, frost, and arcane light. One priest unleashed a massive wave of flame that swept across the battlefield, incinerating hundreds of ants in seconds, while another raised a shimmering barrier of ice to block a surge of attackers.

Moving with grace and deadly precision were the Vampire Lords, the epitome of nobility and predatory elegance. Clad in black-and-silver armor, they moved like dancers across the battlefield, their rapiers flashing crimson as they drained the life from their enemies. Unlike their lesser brethren, the Vampire Lords, Lich Generals and Dragon Priests were able to speak. A vampire Lord spoke, issuing orders with voices full of aristocratic charm and cold detachment. A tall figure with silver hair and glowing red eyes, stood atop a boulder, observing the battlefield like a conductor overseeing a grand symphony. With a snap of his fingers, a wave of blood-red energy erupted from his blade, cutting through a tide of ants and leaving only lifeless husks in its wake.

Finally, Markus summoned the Lich Generals, towering above the rest of the battlefield, their eyes burning with cold, blue flames. Unlike the Lich Lords, who focused on pure magic, the Lich Generals combined martial prowess with arcane might. Each wielded massive enchanted weapons, great swords, war hammers, and glaives, infused with dark magic. They led the charge alongside the Bone Reapers, their weapons glowing as they unleashed devastating attacks that shattered the ground beneath the ants. One Lich General slammed his great sword into the earth, summoning a shockwave of necrotic energy that obliterated an entire column of ants in a single strike. Another used his hammer to summon skeletal warriors from the ground, who swarmed and overwhelmed their enemies with sheer numbers.

Korean hunters stood in stunned silence, watching this grand display of power unfold. Markus's army moved with precision, each summon playing its role in perfect harmony. There was no hesitation, no weakness, only an unstoppable tide of destruction. This was no ordinary summoner's army. It was an orchestra of death, a well-oiled machine that decimated everything in its path with grace and ruthless efficiency.

Just as Markus's army began to push deeper into the ant forces, a massive tremor shook the ground. The ant army's formation crumbled, and their ranks parted as a hulking figure emerged from the rear. It was Beru, the Ant King, his obsidian carapace gleaming. His eyes locked onto Markus, and his mandibles clicked in a menacing rhythm. Markus smiled faintly, stepping forward to meet the challenge. His army parted like a sea, the Vampire Lords bowing as he passed.

"It's time," Markus murmured, his eyes glowing with arcane power.

Beru lunged forward, his speed blinding, but Markus didn't flinch. His cold weapon mastery and combat instincts kicked in instantly. With a single step, Markus sidestepped the ant king's strike, his halberd coming down in a devastating arc. The blow connected with Beru's side, sending a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. Beru hissed in pain, his carapace cracking where the weapon struck, but he recovered quickly, his claws slashing out in retaliation. Markus parried with ease, his halberd spinning in a graceful, lethal dance that deflected every attack. His movements were a study in efficiency, precise, deliberate, and unrelenting. Beru, who had decimated most of the Japanese S Rankers before this, found himself on the defensive for the first time. Markus didn't just block and counter; he dictated the flow of the fight, each strike driving Beru further back. The ground cracked beneath their feet, and the air hummed with raw energy as the clash of physical might and elemental mastery shook the battlefield. In a swift burst of speed, Markus leapt into the air, his halberd glowing with elemental energy, lightning crackling along the blade's edge. He descended like a meteor, the halberd striking Beru's chest with explosive force. Beru let out an enraged shriek as the impact sent him crashing into the ground, leaving a deep crater in his wake. The surrounding ants hesitated, their instincts screaming at them to retreat, but Markus didn't give them the chance. "Finish them," Markus commanded. His army surged forward with renewed vigor. The Bone Reapers pressed their assault, cleaving through the ant ranks like a scythe through wheat. The Doom Knights formed an unbreakable wall, their halberds cutting down any that dared approach. The Lich Lords cast wide-area destruction spells, turning clusters of ants into nothing but ash and bone, while the Dragon Priests summoned waves of flame and frost, leaving the battlefield scorched and frozen in equal measure. The Vampire Lords, ever graceful and cruel, danced through the chaos, their rapiers flashing as they drained the life from their foes. Beru struggled to rise, his once-commanding presence now reduced to desperation. Markus approached, his halberd resting on his shoulder, his eyes glowing with cold, unrelenting focus. The battle was already won, Beru just didn't know it yet. Then, a new presence made itself known. "Impressive. "The voice was calm and confident, and Markus turned to see Sung Jin-Woo standing at the edge of the battlefield. Clad in his black hunter's uniform, Jin-Woo radiated power, his sharp eyes locked on Markus and the fallen ant king. His shadows writhed at his feet, eager to be unleashed. "I couldn't miss this," Jin-Woo said, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Let's make a deal. "Markus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I'll take the shadows. You take their bodies for your army" Jin-Woo offered, his tone calm but firm. Markus considered it for a moment before nodding. The arrangement was already what he planned, and it would cement a beneficial relationship between the two of them. "Agreed," Markus said, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Jin-Woo stepped forward, raising his hand. His shadow expanded, covering the battlefield like a tidal wave. "Arise," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority. The fallen ants trembled before dissolving into black smoke, reappearing as shadow soldiers behind him. Meanwhile, Markus gestured toward the lifeless husks of the remaining ants, his eyes glowing with dark energy. The Phantom Requiem activated, reanimating the bodies into hybrid undead warriors, hulking forms that retained the physical strength of the ants, but bore the terrifying enhancements of Markus's necromantic magic. The battlefield fell silent once more, the army of shadows standing opposite Markus's hybrid creations. For a brief moment, there was only stillness, a perfect balance of death and power.

The broadcast had been live since the S-Rank hunters entered the ant-infested chamber. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere almost suffocating as the camera zoomed in on the overwhelming swarm, thousands of ants, their monstrous bodies filling every inch of the cavern like a tide of death. Commentators tried to keep calm, but their voices faltered with every passing second.

"...How many are there?"

"This is… not a battle anyone can survive," one whispered, his voice filled with dread. But then, something changed. The broadcast began showing Markus Tenebris in the heart of the chaos, and the world witnessed something beyond their wildest imagination. He didn't hesitate, his halberd slicing through the swarm with brutal precision. His Bone Reapers moved in perfect unison, their bodies made of thick, rune-covered bone, tearing through ants with ruthless efficiency. Doom Knights, clad in towering obsidian armor, formed an impenetrable line of death, cutting down every creature that dared approach. The ground trembled under their march, their halberds cleaving through dozens of ants with each strike. Wraith Lords floated above the battlefield, their ethereal forms raining dark energy onto the enemy lines, draining the life from any ant they touched. Their haunting, hollow laughter echoed across the cavern, sending a chill down the spines of the viewers. Lich Lords, the supreme commanders of necromantic magic, stood behind the main line, weaving deadly spells with perfect control. Walls of fire, arcs of lightning, and waves of frost surged across the battlefield, obliterating entire clusters of ants in one fell swoop.

The camera caught a glimpse of the Vampire Lords, beings of elegance and death incarnate. They moved with unmatched grace, their red cloaks flowing like liquid shadows as they danced between enemies, rapiers flashing with deadly beauty. Their attacks were precise and poetic, draining life from their enemies with the ease of royalty surveying their domain. One Vampire Lord paused atop a rock formation, observing the battlefield with an air of regal indifference before joining the fray, tearing through the ants with cold, calculated strikes.Dragon Priests, with their golden staves and flowing robes, stood at the rear lines, chanting ancient incantations that sent pillars of fire and ice crashing into the enemy ranks. They empowered the undead army with protective spells and summoned blazing arcs of destructive magic to decimate the swarm.This was no battle. This was a massacre.

[Korea Hunters Association – Command Room]

Woo Jin-Chul gripped the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on the screen. "This… This isn't a raid. It's an annihilation."President Go Gun-Hee leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction. "The ants aren't just being defeated, they're being erased from existence," he said with a deep chuckle. "Markus Tenebris… This isn't the power of a hunter. This is the power of a warlord."

[USA – Scavenger Guild Headquarters]

Thomas Andre, the world's strongest hunter, leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as Markus dispatched wave after wave of ants without effort. "He's not even using everything he's got," Thomas muttered. His lieutenant stood behind him, speechless, as Markus's Vampire Lords carved through the swarm like a well-rehearsed orchestra of death.

[International Forums – Live Chat Reaction Feed]

ShadowEmperor01: Holy… He's not a hunter. He's a one-man apocalypse.FireLord88: Those Doom Knights are tougher than half the hunters I've seen!

NecroGod99: LICH LORDS??? This is the most OP necromancer build I've ever seen!

HunterFanGirl: Did anyone else fall in love with the Vampire Lords just now? Asking for a friend.

BattleMage82: If you told me this was an anime, I'd believe you. This is next-level.

As the ants fell in waves, the world watched in stunned silence. The Korean hunters, who had been prepared for a difficult fight, found themselves spectators to something they could barely comprehend. Markus Tenebris, without breaking a sweat, led his hybrid army in an unstoppable charge. His halberd tore through the last of the swarm with a flourish, and when the dust settled, Beru, the Ant King, remained as the final challenge. The commentators held their breath. This was supposed to be an impossible battle. But Markus had no intention of losing.

What followed was brutal and short. Beru's speed and power were impressive, but compared to Markus's superior stats, combat mastery, and elemental control, the fight was one-sided. His Lich Lords weakened Beru with gravity magic and psychic blasts, while Markus himself countered every attack with ruthless efficiency. Beru fought with primal ferocity, but Markus moved with purpose, his strikes methodical and relentless. With a final, devastating blow, Beru collapsed, his body broken.

Markus stood over him, raising his halberd as the world watched in awe. At that moment, Sung Jin-Woo appeared, stepping into the chamber with his signature calm confidence. The two hunters exchanged a brief look of mutual respect. "I'll take the shadows." Jin-Woo said with a faint smile, his eyes gleaming. "You take their bodies for your army." Markus chuckled. "Deal. "The live feed cut to the stunned commentators, their voices faltering.

"This… This isn't just a victory. This is a declaration. Markus Tenebris has set a new standard for power among hunters… and the world will never be the same again."