The beginner dungeon was supposed to be hard.
For teams.
For groups of new hunters.
Not for one person.
But now, the dungeon was cleared.
In one night.
By one person.
No one saw it happen.
No one knew who did it.
But the dungeon boss was dead.
All monsters were gone.
And the gate had closed early in the morning.
The Guild checked the dungeon.
The record stone showed strange mana signs—strong and fast.
Fire.
Wind.
Ice.
They were confused.
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In a hunter bar near the Guild, people talked.
A man in armor slammed his cup on the table.
"No way," he said. "One person? That's a lie!"
Another hunter leaned forward.
"But the Guild confirmed it," she whispered.
"They said the monsters were burned and frozen at the same time."
"Then who did it?" a younger boy asked.
"No one strong entered yesterday."
Everyone was silent.
They knew all the beginner hunters.
They knew the small teams.
But no team entered the dungeon that night.
Just one unknown person.
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At another table, a man in a brown coat spoke softly.
"I heard… it was a boy. A teenager."
The others stared at him.
"What boy?" someone asked.
He shrugged.
"Don't know. But someone saw a figure walking out of the woods near sunrise. Alone."
"Could be fake," a woman said.
"Maybe," he replied. "But maybe not."
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Back at the Guild hall, even the staff were whispering.
"A solo clear? That's rare."
"Not rare. Impossible."
"Unless… it was someone strong in hiding."
"Like an S-rank?"
"No, not even they come here."
"Then who?"
They had no answer.
Only questions.
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In the corner of the hall, a Guild manager looked at the report again.
"Fire, wind, and ice magic," she said.
"In a beginner dungeon. Used quickly. Used cleanly."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Someone is hiding something."
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Later that day, more hunters came to check the dungeon.
They looked for clues.
Footprints.
Clothes.
They found nothing.
Only burn marks.
Frozen walls.
And deep cuts in the stone floor.
"Magic sword skills?" one man guessed.
"No," said another. "This was pure magic."
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By nightfall, the whole city was talking.
A solo hunter.
A dungeon cleared.
No name.
No face.
Just fire, wind, and ice.
A ghost with power.
A shadow with skill.
And the hunters?
They were shocked.
They were scared.
Who was this person?
And what did they want?
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The sun rose again over the city.
Shops opened.
People walked the streets.
But today, something was different.
People were talking.
Whispers floated in the air like dust in sunlight.
Every corner. Every alley. Every small café.
"Did you hear?"
"They say a S class mage cleared the dungeon alone."
"No name. No face. Just power."
"Is he from the capital?"
"Maybe... or maybe he's one of us."
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In the bakery, the baker spoke while handing bread.
"My cousin is a Guild cleaner. He said the dungeon floor had burn marks."
A woman buying bread leaned in.
"Just burn marks?"
The baker smiled.
"No. Ice too. And deep cuts. Like magic blades."
The woman gasped.
"A fire mage... and ice too?"
The baker nodded.
"Strange, right?"
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At the market, an old man selling herbs spoke to a young boy.
"You want power, kid? You should find that solo mage."
The boy's eyes lit up.
"He's real?"
"Real enough to scare the Guild," the old man said.
"He must be a genius."
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Even the school students talked.
"Maybe he's a student like us."
"No way! Students can't fight that strong."
"But what if he's hiding his power?"
Whispers turned to wonder.
Then to rumors.
Then to stories.
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Some said he had red hair and eyes of fire.
Others said he wore black robes and had wings of flame.
A few believed he was a ghost.
Sent by the dungeon itself.
But one thing was the same in every story:
He used fire, wind, and ice.
And he fought alone.
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In a small café, two Guild scouts drank coffee.
"We need to find him," one said.
The other nodded.
"But how? No one saw his face."
"He must come back someday."
The first one smirked.
"When he does, we'll be watching."
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In a dark alley, two men in cloaks met.
"You hear about the dungeon?"
"Of course. S class mage. Quick. Clean."
"We should recruit him."
"If we can find him first."
They walked into the shadows.
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All around town, the name grew.
He had no real name, but they gave him one.
"The Silent S class mage."
A mage who came, destroyed, and vanished.
Some people feared him.
Some people admired him.
Others wanted to find him.
But no one knew where he was.
And no one knew...
He was just a boy.
A boy named Haru.
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The sun rose slowly.
Light touched the trees.
Birds began to sing.
In a quiet forest, far from the city,
Haru stood alone.
His eyes were calm.
His face was serious.
His hands were open, filled with mana.
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Haru took a deep breath.
He closed his eyes.
Inside his body, he felt the mana move.
It was like a river.
It flowed through his chest, arms, and legs.
He whispered,
"Fire."
A small flame appeared in his hand.
It danced like a candle.
"Bigger," he said.
The flame grew.
It turned orange, then red.
But it did not burn him.
Haru smiled.
He was learning control again.
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Next, he tried ice.
"Freeze," he said.
Cold air wrapped around his fingers.
Snowflakes fell.
A small ice blade formed in the air.
He touched it.
It was sharp and cold.
Then he crushed it with his hand.
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Haru moved to the open field near the trees.
He drew a circle on the ground with a stick.
This was his training circle.
"Wind," he said.
A breeze blew gently.
He focused harder.
"Faster," he said.
The wind turned strong.
Leaves flew up.
Dust danced in the air.
He moved his arms, guiding the wind like a painter with a brush.
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Hours passed.
Haru kept training.
He casted spells again and again.
Fire. Ice. Wind.
Small. Big. Fast. Slow.
He learned their shape, their feel, their sound.
His body was tired.
Sweat ran down his face.
But he did not stop.
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He thought about the town.
He knew people were talking.
He heard the whispers.
But he didn't care.
"I don't need fame," he said.
"I don't need a name."
He looked at the sky.
"I just need strength."
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He sat down and opened a small notebook.
Inside were notes. Spells. Mana lessons.
He had written them by hand.
Every night, he read old books.
Every morning, he tested the spells.
No teacher.
No guide.
Only his memories… and his will.
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He stood up again.
"Time for fusion," he said.
He raised both hands.
"Fire… and wind."
The fire spell and wind spell mixed.
The flame turned long and fast, like a whip.
He moved it like a sword.
The trees shook.
The ground burned.
He was smiling now.
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His training had one rule:
Grow every day.
Never stop.
He looked at his hand.
"This power is mine now."
But then he looked at the photo in his pocket.
It was his little sister's picture.
Lying in the bed eyes closed.
He admitted her sister to a well-known hospital because he now had the money to pay for it.
And he whispered,
"For you, I will become stronger."
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The sky turned orange.
Night was coming.
Haru packed his bag.
He left the training field.
Tomorrow, he would come again.
The world was watching for the fire mage.
But he was not ready to show himself.
Not yet.
In a small building on the edge of town,
a group of people sat together.
They wore different clothes.
Some wore armor, some wore robes.
But they all had one thing in common:
They were hunters.
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The leader of the group, a tall man with short black hair,
stood up and slammed a book on the table.
"This," he said, "is the report. A dungeon cleared… alone."
The other hunters looked at the book.
One hunter, a woman with red hair, asked,
"How is that possible? Dungeons are dangerous.
It's not easy to clear them alone."
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The leader nodded.
"We don't know.
But this person, this mage, is strong."
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The hunters had heard the rumors.
They had heard about the S class mage who entered the dungeon alone.
They had heard how he used magic like no one else.
The mage cleared the monsters fast,
and defeated the dungeon boss with a single spell.
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A young man with green eyes spoke,
"Who is this mage? I've never heard of him.
He must be hiding. Or maybe he's a new S class mage we don't know."
The leader looked serious.
"We need to find him.
If he's this strong, he could be a valuable ally… or a dangerous enemy."
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Another hunter, a man with a scar on his face,
said, "We need to look for him.
This mage has to be somewhere.
And if he's as good as they say,
he might join us."
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The leader nodded.
"Let's start looking.
We'll watch the towns and the dungeons.
The S class mage has to be close.
We'll find him."
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Meanwhile, outside the building,
Haru was far away, training in secret.
He didn't know the guild was looking for him.
He didn't care about the rumors.
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Haru's mind was focused.
Every day, he practiced.
He was getting stronger, and he knew it.
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But as the days passed,
the news of the S class mage spread.
The hunters and guilds in the area began to take notice.
Some thought he was a gift.
Others feared him.
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Back in the guild, the leader spoke again.
"This mage could be the key to something big.
Let's find him before someone else does."
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The group agreed.
The search for the mysterious mage began.
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Haru did not know.
He did not know the guild was looking for him.
But he would soon find out.
The world was getting ready to meet the S class mage.
And the mage was getting ready to show his true power.