My phone woke me up with a call from my old boss. I groan hating that I’ve been told I need to get up by an electronic device and grab the phone taking a second to figure out how to answer and I put it to my ear.

“Hello?” I groan.

“Devonte, where are you?” An annoyed man asks me. I look at the phone to see it says eleven in the morning. “You’re supposed to be here!”

“Did you not hear about the portals and monsters yesterday?” I ask annoyed that they expect us to go in with monsters coming out at random.

“Yeah I heard about it, so what?” They ask incredulous as if I was the dumb one, “you can still make it here so you should be! Do you even know how much money we lost yesterday from downtime? Get down here now!”

“With everything going on I don’t think I will” I retort, far too irritated to deal with a manager on a power trip, “I quit, lucky for me I have the power to fight the monsters so I’m going to just do that.”

“Oh well aren’t you special” they mock me, “what are you going to be paid in? Claws and leather? This isn’t a fucking game Devonte, this is real life. Nobody is buying monster parts.”

“Looks like I’ll have to figure it out,” I shrug not caring that he can’t see me, “call me if a monster shows up.”

I hang up before they can try to say anything else and hop on google. The most used search engine, or at least it was last I remember. I hope nothings changed too much. I google where exactly the White House is and put on my best clothes. Some old dress pants and a red dress shirt with a silk tie. The tie is the nicest thing I own but this should work. I just hope they don’t shoot me on sight.

I get ready for a good twenty or so minute flight there. It would normally take longer, but me being small and having magic on my side means I can easily move much faster than any commercial jet. I glacé a force field in front of my face to stop any wayward bugs from finding an eternal resting place up my nose and soon enough I’m in DC.

I land outside the White House and cast a multi layer stealth spell. It makes me invisible, hides any heat signature I put off, as well as allowing me to walk through walls when I close one eye. The last part took me a while to figure out, I decided to use closing one eye since it was something I could do even if I was running and holding something.

I walk through the front gate and make my way into the White House itself. No problem from any guards or any security systems. It takes me a good twenty minutes of walking and poking my head into rooms to find the Oval Office. Lucky for me the president just so happens to be in.

I remember when he was elected, Brenda was pissed as we’re some of my coworkers. Politics suck, but I had no feelings one way or the other about president Trump. I didn’t vote, all I cared about was work and paying my bills. I sat in a chair and made myself visible.

“Hello mister president.” I introduced myself causing him to jump, “I mean you no harm, I just have a rather lucrative business deal for you involving these recent monster portals.”

I have to say I was impressed at how quickly he composed himself as he looked at me and said “you have an idea to deal with these things? Who are you?” He learned over the desk as if to inspect me.

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I gave him my best business smile as I stood up and approached with my hand outstretched, “Devonte Freeman, at your service mister president.”

He took my hand in his and shook it, “what qualifies you to advise me on this mister Devonte?” He questioned me.

“Well I can do this,” I offer as I created a ball of water in my hand “I can do a lot more than this but I figure it would make for a bad first impression if I destroyed the white house and surrounding DC metro area.”

He eyed me up and down for a moment, “and you say you wish to help us?”

“Of course I do,” I smile, “I am a US citizen. But of course I expect to be compensated for my work.”

“Of course” the president nodded agreeing with my statement, “if you work, you get paid, no question about that. But what’s this idea of yours?”

“We need to put policies in place to regulate superhumans or maybe calling them hunters would be a little better seeing as the whole premise will be having these people hunt down monsters.” I begin “we need to first create a device that can measure the mana, aura, and physical capabilities of each hunter as to be able to give them rankings and relegate what gates are reasonable for them to raid.”

The president nodded along to my suggestions, “so we call them hunters, but developing any of those devices you mentioned could take decades.”

“Leave the development of all mentioned devices to me,” I lower my head as a show of good faith, “I’m well versed in mana and aura. I will also develop a device to measure the mana seeping out of the portals, or we can call them dungeons, or rifts. I’ll leave the classification to the government. One stipulation is that we will be leaving my ranking for after we have a few hundred or a few thousand others measured as a bench marker. I don’t wish to brag but I think I may be a bit outside of the normal power scale.”

The president and I continued our conversation and ironed out the details over the next few hours. At one point a few secret service members pointed their weapons at me after realizing I had snuck in but they were stopped by my new business partner. I was guaranteed an income of twenty thousand dollars a month as well as free lodging at a hotel of my choice until the creation of the American guild.

We had decided to go with a guild system as it allowed hunters of sufficient power and wealth to establish their own guild or business to be mostly independent of the government. Those who couldn’t get into a guild would be required to be part of the American guild by default and would need to report weekly to their local office.

During the time it took to establish the guild and put the policies in place it, was up to me and a few military personnel that had awakened powers to clear dungeons across the USA. I would clear five dungeons a day and work on the measurement devices at night. I needed to be able to have a device that could not only absorb mana, but also quantify how much it had absorbed.

I used monster material brought in by the awakened hunters and ended up making a rudimentary mana measurement device. It was crude compared to what was available in Iddabus, but it worked. I brought the device along with instructions on how to build it to the president and he had some mechanical engineers along with his own scientists work to recreate and improve the design as I begun work on to aura measurement device.

This one was a little easier, all I needed was a somewhat decent sword and some monster skins. I layered them up starting with the weakest and ending with monsters I personally had to kill due to their thick skin. All someone needed to do was infuse the sword with aura and push it forward into the skin to see how far it could go.

This of course would also give a use to monster skins and mean the government would need to buy them almost constantly. I brought this in as well and they began to work on it. I told them my next project would be to rank what they decided to label Rifts and they asked me about the strength device. I honestly thought my brain short circuited for a moment.

“Dude, just make some heavy weights and have them lift them.” I waved them off.

I begin working to make the rift measuring device and realized this would be much easier since I had already made the other mana measuring one. After an amazingly busy half year filled with news of superhumans and rift breaks we finally managed to get everything going.

I was contacted by mister Trump himself before the announcement asking me to be a representative for the nation but I declined. I told him of my intentions of starting my own guild to which he wished me the best of luck with my business and said he would be in touch if something big happened.

Other nations around the world were doing much of the same with setting up regulations and guilds like the US after a UN meeting was held where it was mentioned that the US already had a plan. They had decided on a new standardization of hunters, monsters, items, and rifts. The old fashioned F to S rankings.

With mass production of my items being sold by America and me receiving residuals from them I was able to quickly buy a plot of land in Michigan and pay a construction company to begin construction on by new guild building. It would also act as my home.

While this would normally cause some legal issues it was waved aside as an exception by my new friend in the White House. I sat back in my hotel room in the nicest hotel in Grand Rapids Michigan as it was fairly central and allowed me to go anywhere in the state at an even rate.

Life was looking good. I was rich, powerful, and had the president in my pocket. While I couldn’t exactly make him do what I wanted, I could ask and from what I’ve seen, he would make it happen. I was wondering if he would dismiss me or try to arrest me, seeing all the talk Brenda had been doing about him. But maybe it’s because of my overwhelming strength he decided I was better off an American asset than another enemy.

Now all I needed to do was go recruiting.