“Open shop,” Riley muttered.

[Shop]

[Healing Potions]

[Strength Potions]

Every monster you kill. You earn points!

Points: 2,720

Riley frantically bought [Healing Potions]. “What’re you clicking—“ Riley intercepts him. “Nothing, I’m clicking nothing,” Riley sighed. The Leviathan’s mouth opened. Riley stands up and pops a potion in his mouth. He threw the glass on the floor. “Where did you get that?!” Alex’s eyes widened as he looked at the potion. Riley didn’t bother to answer but instead bolted towards the sword on the floor. He dropped it when he was shot by the watery bullet.

[Vitality: 124/160]

Riley rolled on the floor and grabbed the sword. Hundreds of watery bullets rain down on them. Riley danced across the sand with his sword; pink petals followed his wake. “It’s only water… these petals can harden…” Riley muttered. He grouped the petals together.

[Harden]

The pink petals formed a temporary shield. “Woah…” Alex’s eyes glistened by the spectacle. “I’ve never… seen that before. What type of magic?” Alex’s questions from a distance. To be frank, Riley didn’t know either. The petals started to shatter and crack. The petals finally dispersed, leaving illuminated pink glistening sparks. The Leviathan swipes its claw. Riley tries to block with the sword. Riley’s body flies through the air. The sword scatters on the sand.

[Vitality: 20/160]

Warm blood sloshes inside his mouth before seeping through his lips. His white hood was marked with three strikes. The blood slowly sleeps through his hoodie; Riley’s vision is blurred. Blood slithers down his forehead; his hand trembles on his chest. Riley looks at his hand—now stained with red liquid. Riley takes out a [Healing Potion]. The Leviathan lets out a screeching roar, shattering the potion into shards. “N-no,” the red liquid seeps through his fingers onto the floor. The sand engulfs the liquid’s hue. Riley’s eyes catch the Leviathan’s gaze. The Leviathan’s eyes glowed vibrantly; it opened its mouth.

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“Duck!” Riley yelled out weakly. Alex throws himself on the ground for safety. Riley crawls on the floor—his free hand clutching his wounds. Riley crawled through the sand, leaving a snake-like trail. He clutched his sword’s handle before sending it back to his inventory. The Leviathan shoots out a beam of water. The water cuts through the palm trees and foliage like it is butter. The sea crashed onto the shore; the rain pelts their skin. “I only have five potions left… I should drink them,” Riley takes out a potion and downs it.

[Vitality: 44/160]

“H-hum…an,” the Leviathan said in a gruffly tone. The rain pelts Riley’s skin; the absence of the sun sets a pall environment. The red hue etched across the sky; waterspouts curved and twisted away to the north. Riley’s eyes widen, and his jaw drops slightly. “There's something about you…” The leviathan’s jaw opens. “There’s something… uneasy about you… I must end…” Leviathan’s eyes glowed brightly, air and water swirling into an orb. The wind blew harshly; it dragged Riley’s body through the sand. “Riley! Come here!” Alex grabbed one of the trunks; he stretched his free hand.

Riley tried to stand up, wincing in pain. Blood drips on the sand, seething through. The waves splashed onto the shore; Riley’s hair whiplashes in the air. His hands claw at the sand. Riley closed his eyes as the beam sauntered over to him. The sound of the water was imminent. A few seconds had passed; nothing happened. Riley opened one eye, and his eyes glanced at a blurry figure. “Don’t worry, pal. I got you,” a man with a bushy beard and long hair etched across his back to his hips spoke. The tattered cloak filled with numerous patches whiplashes across the air.

Riley opened both of his eyes. “V-Vincent?” Riley questioned. The beam of water clashes with seven layers of shield magic. “Huh, I guess you do know who I am, buddy. Everyone thinks that I’m just a random hobo,” Vincent chuckled while one hand was stroking his beard. On the other hand, casting the magic. The seventh layer crackled before shattering. “Vincent! Why the hell aren’t you evacuating them!” Riley’s head snapped backward. He recognized that commanding voice. “And you! Why do I always find you like this? Tch,”

“Alright, alright, I heard you!” Vincent rolled his eyes. “Buddy, go out the portal. We got this from here. Arthur! Pierce the Leviathan’s underbelly!” Vincent’s tone switched, his brows buried in concentration. Riley tried to stand up before falling on the floor; the wind whistled and crackled. “Come here. Let me help,” a man approached with black, shaggy hair. He crouched down despite the wind. He placed his hands on Riley’s chest before. “I’m Randall,” Randall’s hands’s outline started to glow. Riley winced in pain, the burning sensation of the magic buried deep into his wound.

Riley’s wound started to bubble and sizzle. It is slowly stitched together. Randall released his hands before standing up. “Go to the hospital. They’ll clean you up,” Randall lets out a yawn. “T-thanks,” Riley said softly. He slowly stood up, his knees trembling. Riley trudges; it is heavy like water. Riley’s body goes through the portal before falling onto the asphalt ground. His eyes wandered at the crack of the asphalt; dozens of reporters surrounded the area. “Ma’am! How’s your experience in an S-Rank portal? Ma’am, what happened to the other Hunters? Ma’am… !” Reporters surrounded Riley.

Riley tilts his head; the sun makes his striking features prominent. “Leave me alone,” with that simple sentence. Riley walked past the reporters. The reporters’ eyes widened, and their jaws hung low. Riley kept walking through the crowd of reporters only to be stopped by the Hunters' agents. “Hold on, sir. You’ll be taken for questioning. Do not worry. We only want to know what happened inside the portal,” the agent had patches of facial hair. Riley entered the black SUV, the seats covered in expensive leather. The agent fixed the mirror, his eyes peeking at Riley.

“Hang tight,” the agent said in a cooling voice. After a few minutes of driving, they arrived at the Hunters agency headquarters. They went inside an elevator; it was quiet. Riley saw Alex being taken into a different room. “Go inside,” the man opened the door. He gestured to enter. Riley silently nodded and went inside. “Hello, Mr. Whitlock,” the man said while standing in the back of the room. He looks outside the big window; his back can only be seen. It was broad and wide. Riley’s eyes widened at the sight. It couldn’t be somebody else. It’s… “Take a seat, Mr. Whitlock. I am Mr. Abdelli,” the man turned around, his black hair mixed with gray in a messy quiff.