Meanwhile, a certain golden-haired teen sat at the back of a taxi with a younger boy who had light brown, curly hair. They sat at opposite ends of the seat, Isaac gazing out the window, his fingers clenched tightly around his backpack.
The thought of entering a dungeon, a green gate dungeon of all things, terrified him. He wouldn’t be facing his fellow teens with petty grievances this time; he would be facing creatures that wanted to eat him.
Isaac desperately wanted to cling to the beautiful buildings and sleek cars passing by, holding onto his safe, modern life where he had finally crawled out from the bottom. But that option wasn’t viable, not with Godfrey around.
Sighing helplessly, he glanced at Godfrey, only to find him wearing a wide smile with his eyes shut. ’He’s a monster.’
Unbeknownst to Isaac, Godfrey was reminiscing about his success in building a platform for himself under the name Golden Knight.
On it, he could post requests asking for the locations of green gate dungeons, and once confirmed true, he would send the informant a small amount of money as a reward.
A free two grand did the trick. After all, it was no different from receiving free cleaning services. In this case, Godfrey would clear a green gate dungeon without charging a dime and he always promised to be there faster than any guild.
And so, not even two hours after he created the platform, a message arrived. From the details, there was a ninety-percent certainty the information was genuine.
When the taxi dropped them off, Godfrey stepped out carrying a backpack filled with necessities, including a brand-new 3.5 combat dagger that went for hundreds of thousands. His mother would definitely call about that later.
Food, water, and that dagger were the only things that could be found in Godfrey and Isaac’s packs.
They made their way down the street until they reached a warehouse, currently barricaded by two policemen with 2.4-tier Giant Dogs standing guard.
Standing upright, both dogs were about four and a half feet tall, their intimidating presence enough to scare away passersby, leaving this part of the street utterly deserted.
The dogs unleashed mighty barks at Godfrey, but he merely squinted, his eyes gleaming for a brief instant. That alone silenced them.
The policemen, who had been speaking with a blonde woman, turned around. From the woman’s distraught expression, it was clear she was the informant. She owned the warehouse, and her two daughters had vanished inside.
The guild party sent to help still hadn’t returned, and it had been over twenty-four hours.
Apparently, even before sending the message, she had contacted the authorities. She just wanted help from anywhere she could get it, but the sight of two teenage boys left her puzzled.
"You’re not supposed to be here," one of the policemen said, glancing at his Giant Dog, which now crouched and whimpered meekly.
"We’re from Manhattan High. Those people in there might die before whoever you’re waiting for arrives, let us help," Godfrey said softly.
"Manhattan Summoners’ High?!" one of the policemen exclaimed, eyes widening.
Godfrey and Isaac nodded. The two officers exchanged quick glances, both understanding the weight behind that name. Manhattan wasn’t just known for producing elites; most of its graduates ended up as high-ranking officials in various sectors under the authorities. These teenagers were their future superiors.
"You can’t seriously be thinking of letting those kids enter that dungeon. I hope you’re not," the woman interjected, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "That thing swallowed my girls and an entire guild party of experienced hunters!"

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