Hunter's prepared their gear, the crowd at the entrance of the hall suddenly parted. Omer Jin-Hoo, with all his seriousness and charisma, strode toward the center of the hall. Accompanying him was a figure whose face was not clearly visible. Omer Jin-Hoo raised his voice and shouted: "Vatra!" This single word was not just an ordinary command; it was the trigger for a mystical energy.
Suddenly, behind Omer, like they had emerged from the mist, his generals appeared: Clairael, Neroth, Ignarion, Baran, Vidar, and Antaios. Among them, a newer and more mysterious shadow soldier named Morvath also materialized. In the blink of an eye, every corner of the hall was filled with the shadow soldiers summoned by these generals. The colossal army that appeared took control of the entire area, forming a shield against any potential danger.
Omer's gaze rested on Morvath, the newest of the shadow soldiers. "Morvath, or should I call you National-Level Hunter Alexei?" he asked. Morvath's posture changed into that of a loyal knight bowing before an ancient king. "My King," he said, his voice trembling. "I am no longer in human form. I am completely bound to you. Forgive me." Omer's reply was compassionate and firm: "It's not a problem. But first, safely escort that old lady out of this area." Morvath bowed his head and said, "As you command, my King," moving quickly to execute the order. The chaos in the conference hall slowly began to turn into order thanks to Omer's presence and the discipline brought by his shadow army.
The chaos in the conference hall had been brought under control by Omer's shadow army. Then, with an air of being impressed by Omer's power, Xu Liangchen spoke with a mocking tone: "Well, well, well, it seems there are some powerful people here."
Xu Liangchen pulled out his dagger named Hei Ming and, extending it toward the floor, he cried out, "Imperial March!" With this command, colossal gates with a glowing red aura opened in the air. The first to emerge from the gates were Xu's right-hand man, Shadryth, and five other generals with him. Behind them, an army that seemed endless poured into the hall and lined up directly across from Omer's army. Both sides stared at each other in a deadly silence.
As the tension peaked, glowing digital panels appeared in the air in front of both Omer and Xu. Both panels displayed the same warning: "WARNING: [Heir of Darkness Xu Liangchen / Heir of Ancient Light Omer-Jin Hoo] Considers You an Enemy. Xu Liangchen: (Monarch+ Level) Omer Jin-Hoo: (Monarch Level)"
Xu Liangchen read this warning with delight and, turning to Omer, he smiled. "Good, so you've reached Monarch Level. But it's not enough; you need to get even stronger." Omer responded with a cold and dangerous look: "It doesn't matter who you are."
What happened in that moment would become one of the most iconic moments in the history of the Conference. On one side stood Omer Jin-Hoo, with his stylish white shirt, black pants, luxury watch, and muscular, veined arms. Immediately opposite him was Xu Liangchen, wearing a red shirt, black pants, black derby shoes, and with equally muscular, veined arms. The two heirs exchanged a deadly gaze, full of hatred and defiance. This gaze was just a moment of silence, but it was a harbinger of a thousand-year-old feud and the inevitable clash between the heirs of two great powers.
A deadly silence reigned between the two heirs, Omer and Xu. The first sound to break this silence was a roaring growl. Omer's loyal general, Neroth, lunged forward and cried out, "My King, allow me! I'll tear him to pieces!" His rage clearly showed his discomfort at Xu's presence.
However, Omer's other general, Clairael, was more cautious. "My King, you must be careful. This person is the heir of Vorgath, one of the Seven Monarchs of Darkness. I am always at your command, but his power should not be underestimated," he said.
Clairael's warning did not change Omer's expression. His gaze only sharpened. "A Monarch, you say? It doesn't matter who you are," he said, continuing to stare defiantly at Xu.
In response to Omer's attitude, Xu Liangchen put on a mocking smile. "I'm looking forward to tearing you to pieces," he said. These words were more than a simple threat; they were a herald of a future confrontation. Omer didn't remain silent in the face of Xu's challenge. "Try it if you can," he said, flipping him the middle finger. This gesture further escalated the tension between them.
But Xu's plans were different. "But not now. It was nice meeting you, Omer Jin-Hoo. We'll meet again soon," he said, and with that, he snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a massive dimensional gate opened, and Xu, Shadryth, the five other generals, and his entire army began to pass through it. The gate slowly closed behind them, and the hall instantly returned to its old, silent state.
With Xu gone, the expression on Omer's face changed. He turned to Clairael. "How does he use the system's features like me? And he has an army like mine? Interesting," he asked. The suspicion that Xu was also the heir to a power like his own had crossed Omer's mind.Clairael struggled to answer this question. "My King, you were chosen, and just like you, he was chosen as well," she said. Omer was looking for a clearer answer. "Speak plainly to me. What are you trying to say?" he insisted. Clairael's reply was even more mysterious: "I'm sorry, my King. Someone is blocking me, and I can't remember any more information."
Just then, a digital screen appeared in front of Omer again: "Notification: Clear the Arch-Demon Dungeon Yes/No?" Omer couldn't make sense of this new notification. "What's this about now? I'll look at it later," he thought. After he and his army ensured the safety of those around them, Omer used his hand to open a dimensional gate. After all his generals and his army had passed through the gate, Omer also left the conference hall. The world press was told that the International Hunter's Conference had been postponed indefinitely, with the truth of the events hidden.After the events at the conference hall, the world press announced that the International Hunter's Conference had been postponed. This statement ensured that the truth behind the events remained in the dark. Following the chaos, Omer Jin-Hoo walked coolly down a street in Washington. There was no trace of the previous tension; his steps were relaxed and confident.
Just then, a person walking in a hurry accidentally spilled his coffee on Omer's white shirt. As the coffee stain spread, the man panicked. "You're Omer Jin-Hoo! I'm so, so sorry, sir, please forgive me!" he stammered. Omer remained calm and said, "It's fine," continuing on his way.
A few steps later, the same person called out after him: "Omer Jin-Hoo!" When Omer turned, he saw the man excitedly continue: "My name is Hikari. I… I... I'd like to take a picture with you and Neroth, if you'd allow it."
Omer was surprised. "Neroth? How do you know him? Are you a Hunter?" he asked. Hikari's face lit up with pride. "Yes, I am Hikari, a Japanese SS-Level Hunter. It's a pleasure to meet you."Meanwhile, two of Omer's generals, Ignarion and Antaios, burst into laughter at Hikari's words. "Neroth? Are you serious?" they said mockingly. Neroth's face contorted with rage. "Look at me, I'll destroy both of you! Don't make fun of my fan! My King, allow me to duel them!" he roared.Omer smiled at his generals' childish bickering. "If you want it that badly, then fine," he said. He opened a gateway in the air with his hand. It was a dimensional portal that led to a deserted, secluded place where no one could see them. "Come, Hikari," Omer gestured, and walked through the gate. Hikari, filled with a mix of astonishment and excitement, followed Omer. Together, they were teleported to a massive, uninhabited area with an abandoned castle