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As Creed made his way to the elevator, his footsteps echoed softly across the pristine marble floor of the Adventurer Union.
The glass panels glead under the artificial lights, and the cold hum of technology buzzed in the background.
Every now and then, an adventurer brushed past him, clad in combat armor, their faces carved with the fatigue of survival and endless battles.
But Creed wasn't paying attention to any of that. His mind was sowhere else—far, far away, lost in thoughts so ridiculous they could've been turned into a bad sitcom.
'Man, imagine if they actually let join...' His eyes glazed over slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
'Four gorgeous older sisters just taking care of ... Cooking als, patting my head after a tough mission, maybe—'
He coughed dramatically, shaking his head. "Alright, calm down, Roo. Focus."
The elevator finally arrived with a soft chi. The sleek tal doors parted with a smooth hiss, revealing a spotless, glass-walled interior.
Creed stepped inside, pressed the glowing button for the 3rd floor, and leaned against the railing as the elevator ascended.
"If they're as strong as their record says, this could actually work out. Strong teammates, safe missions, and... well, the eye candy wouldn't hurt either."
.....
The third floor of the Adventurer Union was eerily quiet compared to the bustling chaos below.
Here, the top adventurers lounged in exclusive private rooms, negotiating contracts, forming elite squads, and preparing for the deadliest missions.
The Frost Valkyries' room stood out, though. The mont the door slid shut behind them, the noise from the outside world vanished completely.
The room itself was a masterpiece of minimalistic design—an expanse of sleek white walls and polished silver accents.
A few tasteful abstract paintings adorned the walls, adding a splash of color without overwhelming the space.
Everything was so clean and sharp it could've been pulled straight out of a designer magazine.
At the far end of the room sat four undeniably beautiful won, each exuding their own unique aura.
The Leader was a tall, mature woman with short white hair that frad her sharp jawline perfectly.
She wore a fitted black combat jacket and slim pants, her fingers flying across her phone as if she were typing out a strategic war plan.
Her eyes, a piercing shade of silver, scread authority and experience.
Curled up on one of the oversized couches was a tiny beauty with soft pink hair.
Huge headphones covered her ears, and she lazily bobbed her head to the beat of whatever song was playing.
She wore an oversized hoodie that swallowed her small fra, but the confidence in her relaxed posture hinted at hidden strength.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor were two identical girls with long, flowing black hair so dark it absorbed the light around them.
They were locked in an intense gaming battle, controllers gripped tightly in their hands.
Every once in a while, one of them would let out a competitive growl as their avatars clashed on the massive wall-mounted TV.
The white-haired leader's phone buzzed. She glanced at the notification and let out a soft sigh.
"We have another applicant," she announced coolly, setting her phone down.
The pink-haired girl paused her music, pulling off her headphones. "Ooh, who is she? Another cutie?"
The twins didn't even look up from their ga. "Tell her to wait—we're about to win this round," one mumbled.
The leader raised a brow. "It's not a 'she.' It's a he."
The entire room froze.
The petite girl's mouth dropped open like soone had just unplugged her brain. "A... guy? Since when do we allow guys?"
One of the twins finally paused her ga. "We don't. He's probably lost."
The leader folded her arms, her sharp gaze unwavering. "Let's hear him out first."
Knock. Knock.
Right on cue, there was a soft knock on the door. Every head turned toward it like predators eyeing unexpected prey.
"Co in," the leader called out, voice as smooth as ice.
The door slid open with a soft whoosh, and Creed stepped inside, his expression calm but confident.
His sharp features were shadowed with exhaustion from the previous night's... intense activities (courtesy of Lilith's endless energy), but his eyes burned with determination.
The mont Creed stepped into the room and laid eyes on the four stunning won before him, his eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.
His jaw nearly hit the floor, and the pain in his legs from limping all the way up here was instantly forgotten.
'This... This isn't just a squad. This is paradise!'
His thoughts went wild as his eyes quickly bounced from one beauty to the next—each one more dazzling than the last.
The leader with her sharp white hair and icy deanor looked like she'd break his spine with a glare alone.
The petite pink-haired cutie seed like soone who'd accidentally break his heart with her innocent charm.
And the twins? Oh, the twins scread trouble in the most dangerous and irresistible way possible.
Creed blinked, ntally slapping himself back to focus. 'Alright, play it cool. You're not a thirsty fool... Well, maybe just a little thirsty.'
With the smoothest composure he could muster (despite limping like a soldier returning from war), Creed calmly made his way across the room and stopped a comfortable distance away from the group.
He straightened his back, ignored the dull ache radiating from his legs, and flashed a polite, confident smile.
"Nice to et you, ladies. I'm Creed." His voice was calm and steady.
Like he hadn't just fought through ntal fantasies of becoming their live-in butler or team mascot.
The leader raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Didn't you read the listing? We're only accepting won onto this team."
Creed's smile didn't even waver. "I did read it, and while I'm definitely not what you'd call 'beautiful', I happen to know soone who fits your requirents perfectly."
Now that got their attention.
The pink-haired girl leaned forward, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Who? Your girlfriend?"
Creed let out a small chuckle. "Nope. But close enough." With a snap of his fingers, a soft pulse of purple light shimred in the air next to him.
Suddenly, materializing out of thin space as if she were conjured straight from a fantasy novel, Lilith appeared.
She imdiately threw her arms around Creed with the enthusiasm of soone who hadn't seen him in years.
Completely ignoring the fact that they'd spent the entire night together (to his utter exhaustion)!
"Master!" She nuzzled into him like an affectionate cat, radiating pure joy.
The temperature in the room shifted imdiately.
The girls stared, their eyes wide as saucers. The pressure that naturally flowed off Lilith was quite intense—like standing next to a contained hurricane.
Her beauty was so overwhelming it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.
Her violet eyes glimred with mischief and power, while her form radiated a grace that could humble even the cockiest of adventurers.
The twins exchanged glances. "Is she... real?" one of them whispered.
Creed, grinning like a man who'd just won the lottery, casually t their shocked gazes. "So... does she count?"
The leader struggled to keep her composure, but the subtle twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her surprise.
"That's... impressive. But we didn't sign up for tag-alongs."
Creed shrugged nonchalantly. "Then don't think of it as recruiting . Think of it as recruiting her, and I just happen to tag along for the ride."
There was a beat of silence as the girls exchanged quick, wordless glances that spoke volus. Finally, the leader sighed and pointed to the door.
"Wait outside. We'll discuss this."
Without argunt, Creed gave a small bow, gently peeled Lilith off him (who pouted but complied), unsummoned her and limped his way outside the room.
Leaning against the pristine white wall of the hallway, Creed crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
He could still feel the lingering ache in his muscles from his... eventful night with Lilith.
"If these girls are smart, they'll take her in a heartbeat. Who wouldn't want a walking bombshell of power on their team?"
Ti dragged. The suspense was almost as unbearable as the soreness in his legs. His stomach even growled at so point, betraying his body's demand for sustenance.
Finally, the door creaked open, and one of the long-haired twins poked her head out. Her sharp eyes locked onto his.
"Co inside, new mber."
Creed's eyes lit up like fireworks on New Year's Eve. 'I did it. I actually did it!'
His inner monologue went into full-blown celebration mode.
'This is the dream team! Beautiful sisters, powerful allies, and I just scored the biggest win since free refills beca a thing!'
Re-entering the room felt completely different now.
The suspicious looks were gone, replaced with varying degrees of acceptance, or at least, mild curiosity.
The leader gestured for him to sit on one of the sleek white couches.
"Alright, introductions. I'm Ivy—leader of the Frost Valkyries. Don't get in our way, and you'll survive."
The pink-haired girl flashed a small grin. "I'm Mira. I handle support and ranged attacks. Don't worry, I'll patch you up when you inevitably do sothing stupid."
The twins spoke in eerie unison. "We're Rin and Rai. Try to keep up."
Creed nodded, fighting the urge to laugh at how perfectly synchronized they were.
"I'm Creed, and my little troublemaker—" He jerked his thumb toward his chest. "is Lilith. You won't regret having us on the team."
The introductions didn't last long before Ivy got straight to business.
"We've got a rift-clearing mission today. Since you're the newbie, stay close and don't get cocky."
Creed's grin widened. "Rift-clearing already? Guess I'll get to show off sooner than I thought."
Mira raised an eyebrow, amusent dancing across her features. "You're awfully confident for soone who looks like he lost a fight with a brick wall."
Creed just laughed. "Let's just say, last night was... a workout." His eyes flickered briefly as he rembered the bittersweet experience the night before.
Soon, it was ti to leave for the rift. As they gathered their gear, Creed felt an unfamiliar excitent bubbling inside him.
He was about to step into a Dinsional Rift! A place said to contain the mysteries of the Dinsional Descent and myriad treasures.
He was excited!
With his badge clipped securely to his belt and his team by his side, Creed followed them out the door, ready to face the unknown dangers of the dinsional rift.
His thoughts ran wild once more.
'Beautiful teammates, dangerous missions, and a chaotic demoness by my side... What could possibly go wrong?'
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Power stone Goal!
20 PS - 1 Bonus Chapter
50 PS - 2 Bonus Chapter
100 PS (Quite an achievent as of now) - 3 Bonus Chapters.
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