The sun had barely risen over Valeria City, capital of Aurelis Kingdom, when Seth stepped out of the Chrono estate. His silver-white hair caught the morning light, and his pale golden eyes scanned the streets with a predator's calm.
The Slayer Association Headquarters stood at the heart of the city — a colossal black-and-gold fortress that dwarfed even government buildings. Its spires scraped the sky, guarded by mana barriers that shimmered faintly like sunlight on water.
Seth needed one thing: a Slayer license.
Without it, he couldn't officially enter any gates. And that meant no official kills — no way to legally hunt what he needed most.
The gods aren't going to die while I'm sitting at home.
Inside the Headquarters
The main hall was a cathedral of steel and stone, filled with Slayers in armor, robes, or enchanted gear. A large crystal sphere pulsed faintly in the center — the Divinity Tester.
A bored receptionist looked up.
"Name?"
"Seth Chrono."
The woman blinked, clearly recognizing it. "Chrono… as in—"
"Yeah," he cut her off. "Let's just get this over with."
She guided him to the crystal sphere.
"This measures your divine presence. Lowest tier is Green Divinity, highest is Red Divinity. It determines your initial rank assignment."
Seth placed his hand on the crystal. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the sphere erupted in a blinding crimson flare, flooding the hall with heat. The floor trembled underfoot.
Gasps echoed.
The receptionist's jaw dropped. "R-Red Divinity…!"
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Your Slayer License has been issued.
Rank: SSS – Divine Ranker
Division: Disaster-Class Potential
Whispers spread instantly. There were only 15 Divine Rankers in the entire country before today — SSS-rank Slayers whose powers could rival minor deities. With Seth, there were now sixteen.
Divine Rankers were terrifying in their own right.
Their ranking system was brutal:
Chaos – entry level SSS
Cataclysm – mid-tier
Calamity – high-tier
Disaster – peak-tier
Seth's license read Disaster-Class Potential — the highest possible classification from testing alone.
He slipped the license into his coat pocket. The room still buzzed with shock, but Seth's mind was already somewhere else.
I'm still weak. Against the gods… this level is nothing.
The SSS-Rank Gate
He didn't bother with warm-ups. That same afternoon, Seth entered an SSS-ranked gate without a raid team. The association protested — until they saw his license. Then they simply stepped aside.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the air grew heavy with holy energy. He was standing in a cathedral carved from white marble and gold, with stained glass windows depicting winged warriors.
The first angel descended from the ceiling — wings glowing, blade in hand. Then two more landed beside it.
Seth smiled faintly.
"Three SS-rank equivalents in one go? Fine by me."
The Red Moons materialized in his hands, their crimson edges gleaming with hunger. The first angel lunged. Seth vanished in a blur, reappearing behind it. One dagger slit its throat; the other plunged into its heart.
The fight became a dance. Steel and light clashed in deafening bursts. Wings tore. Blood — bright, silver-gold — splattered the marble.
He didn't enjoy it like a sadist. He enjoyed it like a man fulfilling his purpose — erasing his enemies, one kill at a time.
The cathedral trembled.
From behind the altar, a massive gate of golden chains cracked open. A figure stepped out — twice the size of any angel he'd fought. Its armor was carved with holy sigils, its greatsword radiating enough power to crush mountains.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
Boss Detected – Threat Level: Equivalent to Two SSS-Rank Slayers.
Seth's lips curved slightly.
"Finally… something worth killing."
He twirled the Red Moons in his hands.
At 24 years old, Seth Chrono — the newest Disaster-Class Divine Ranker — was about to face an opponent that could annihilate entire armies.
The gate behind him sealed shut.
There would be no retreat.