"Wake up, Pete. Lets go."

Comfortable in his own bed, Pete stayed in position hoping whoever talking leaves.

"C'mon kid, I promised your mom I would take you to work." His warm blanket flew off the uninvited cold now touching him. Soon pitter patter of steps came rushing and with it a joyous laughter. A heavy object slammed on top of him.

"Peter! Peter!"

He internally cursed at his sister.

"Alright. Alright, get off me Mira. Morning uncle Will." His eyes still closed, realizing who is in the room.

"Heh..," Will messing Mira's hair. "I'll be waiting outside in the truck. Don't hide now." Will left, throwing the blanket onto Mira now squealing trying to find exit from her dark maze.

Peter took a deep sigh before finally opeing his eyes. His room, a mess, worn and new clothes on the floor. Papers, figures, and food all from who knows when or where from scattered all over. It was amazing how he didnt trip on anything.

Peter left his room his sister following her hair now frizzled. "Peta." Mira, tugged at his shirt pointing at the Television."Players!" They entered the modest living room.

"Alright." Peter quickly found the remote. "Your favorite? Or do you want to see new players like Red Lightning or Brilliance?

"Favorite!" Mira shot back swinging her toy sword while jumping on the couch.

"Sword Saint it is."

The monitor displayed a lady with white hair swinging a slender blade; Killing monsters in droves from each swing of her blade. Peter frizzled Mira's hair some more. Mira returned a swing of her toy sword at his arm for his insolence. Unbothered Peter looked for something to eat.

He could smell the breakfast from where he was; the kitchen adjacent to the lliving room. "Did you eat yet?" Chuckling only came as a response. A plate of scrambled eggs and a open bag of bread was on the table. Another empty plate was on the table. Mira's portion Peter assumed.

Pete ate his breakfast as slow as he could hoping somehow it would cause his uncle to leave. Late to the job meant less work. It had been half a year since he was employed at his uncle's porting business. The work of removing and looting monsters is disgusting and exhausting.

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His hope was short lived finding his Uncle's company truck waiting outside. On its side with a large sign labeled. 'Brook's: Porting Since 2037.'

"Mira?" Will asked as Peter entered the passanger side of the truck.

"She can take care of herself." Will's face didn't seem to agree but he did not argue. Key turned and the car moved towards the Tower.

"There was a dungeon break by the Tower."

"Rank?'

" low. F-rank." Peter internally cursed. F-rank meant easier time carving out cores, but the amount of monsters made up for how weak they were.

In the distance a large tower loomed. Not as tall as the other buildings but not as short either. Its architercture standing out amongst modern ones.

Arriving at the scene the slaughter from the dungeon break was apparent. Dented cars carcasses of monsters whole or in pieces lay in the district. Workers of Brook's stand waiting. A pair stands in front of them, both lightly armored and sheathed swords at their waists. Players.

Late, They both joined the others dressed in their uniforms."William." one of the players called out. He walked to William shaking his hand.

"Player Daniel, Thank you for choosing Brook's again."

"Thank the guild. Please loot appropriately as always and maintain a distance from the tower."

Both parties nodded to each other. The porters splitted into three groups. One small group would gather the bodies of monsters into a designated pile. Meanwhile, another would cut out any cores or any useful parts from the bodies. The final group would load the fresh loot onto the trucks. Peter was in the first group, dragging monster corpses.

The group gathering the bodies was just peter and his uncle. A unanimous decsion by the porters since they were the last and late to arrive. Peter's plan to arrive late and do less work back fired on him.

"Youre on tower side. Take the barrow." William nodded towards the fallen corpses of the monsters near the tower where most of the bodies were.

Peter wanted to argue but the reason they were on collection duty was because of him. Peter went off without a word. The dead monsters were Feathers. A quadrapedal that is completely covered in feathers. Peter never seen what was under all the feather and would never want to.

The wheel barrow was almost full from his first batch. Peter picked up the last Feather before he went back and delivered his first set.

A sound came from the wheel barrow. Peter turned to look. A head of a Feather was poking out from the bodies staring straight at Peter. Not remembering how he postured the bodies he paid it no attention. Until the head started to split into four showing its many teeth. It started to stand, Shrugging off the bodies on top of it.

Peter darted away from it and the Feather gave chase. Peter reached for his phone but slipped from his hand because of his bloodied gloves. "Heeelp!" Peter screamed hoping someone would come for him.

Peter looking behind seeing the Feather limping in its chase however coming closer. Peter ran, regretting everything that lead him to being a porter.

Before he knew it he was in front of the Tower. Never had he been so close to the tower. Daily those who wished to become Players would enter the tower and challenged its first floor. People would wait for months to challenge its first floor due to a waitlist. The area was temporarily evacuated because of the dungeon break.

The Feather was getting louder, It was close to reaching Peter. Running for his life he chose to enter the tower as his final resort.

Surrounded by sudden darkness something popped up in front of him that he only heard about before. A status screen.

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