"You! Give me some water!" One of Arnold's employer barked at him.
"Yes sir," Arnold replied rummaging through the gigantic brown bag he was carrying on his back.
"Oye! Give me one too!" The Tank from the Employer's guild shouted.
"Yes Sir!" Arnold replied back finally getting hold of two water bottles from his backpack and ran over to the guild's tank and warrior, but he didn't immediately back off after giving them the water bottles. He was thirsty as well but he wasn't allowed to use the resources of the guild without the leader's permission, so he just stood there and stared at the tank hoping he would be kind enough to give him some water without cutting his pay off. But till he was allowed to do so, he could only gulp down his own saliva to quench his thirst.
"You want something?" EL, the warrior asked him in an arrogant tone.
"Kind sir, we have been roaming in the dungeon for a really long time, my supplies have been drained. Could you offer me some water, oh great sir?" Arnold replied in the humblest voice he could muster, bowing before the blonde warrior who was clad in an expensive white coloured armour.
"Is that so?" The warrior scratched his chin, "Here take this."
Arnold was shocked that his request was approved and quickly looked up at the warrior, but instead of giving him water, the warrior spat on his face and everyone around him started laughing at him.
"Oh, kind sir! Oh great sir... haha, this guy is too funny! He actually thought I was going to give him anything! Hilarious... oh god my stomach is hurting from laughing so much! Haha." The warrior roared with laughter.
This was a daily occurrence for Arnold but it didn't make him feel any better. Day after day he had endured these humiliations and hope that one day everything would be better. Even though porters were official members of various guilds, their position was even worse than that of stray dogs. It had been the same ever since these mysterious dungeons started popping up out of nowhere. The strong grew stronger and the weak got weaker. There was no justice in this world, only power, and only the ones with power had the right to decide what was right and what was wrong.
Arnold didn't utter a word, he simply wiped his face on the tattered and oversized robe he was wearing and silently went to stand in the back. He couldn't do anything to them with his skinny frame, so he did what he had learned, to curse his fate and cry on the inside.
"Why are you just standing there you moron! Start gathering the beast crystals!" A female mage, who was wearing top tier armour shouted at him.
"Yes ma'am!" Arnold shouted back and started hacking the dead monster's bodies apart, one could say he was taking his frustration out on the dead beasts.
You might be wondering, if his job is so miserable then why is he working as a porter? It was because of his sister, Nicole, who was in the government hospital, and even though by doing this job he didn't earn much, there was a benefit from joining a first-tier guild and it was: free treatment of Nicole. For the sake of his sister, he had to endure it all, the low pay, the humiliation, everything. But it wasn't always like this...
Five years ago, before the dungeons started appearing out of nowhere, his family was really rich, his father was one of the most successful business people in Asia and to say he was filthy rich wouldn't be an overstatement at all. His family was a big happy family back then. But then one of the first dungeons appeared in the city of Shanghai, the city was destroyed and both his mother and father died during 'The Great Shanghai Disaster'. All of his father's money, company everything was taken away from him by his uncle, who refused to give them a single penny and kicked them out of their own home. Knowing that they don't have a way to survive in the city anymore, the 17 years old, Arnold withdrew whatever little money he had in his bank account and left China to go to America, the land of his mother, Alessa, initially everything was fine and Arnold was working as a receptionist in an MNC (Multinational corporation/company). But then the tragedy of Shanghai followed Arnold to Florida and everything was changed. Even though the American military was able to suppress the monsters, an unexpected epidemic spread throughout the continent, and Nicole got infected with the virus.
The epidemic brought various reforms with itself, those who survived the epidemic got mysterious powers, powers that made the military useless. Some individuals got extraordinary abilities like shape-shifting, two lives, superhuman healing abilities, inhumane strength and agility, foresight and so much more. And as a result, the military was let go off and various private and governmental guilds took its place. Everyone who wasn't infected was scanned for abilities using PRSDs (Power registering systems and devices). No one knew How they worked as the government was tight-lipped about it all, but they had the capability to rank a person's ability into various classes ranging from 'E' to 'S', but a few extraordinary individuals were known for surpassing these limits and achieve a grade of S+ and SS.
While there were a dozen superhumans of S+ ability, so far, there were only 3 individuals ranked as SS superhumans, one was America's John Miller, China's Yu Zhung, and lastly Brazil's Nicholas Fernandez. They were considered as weapons deadlier than nuclear missiles. But when Arnold was scanned his abilities barely registered as E level, and that's when his life got even worse. No private guild would have hired him so he had to join a governmental guild which forced him to work as a porter. The only good thing that came out of this ordeal was the free treatment of his sister, and that was the most important thing, much more important than his pride.
"Yo Porter, we're going deeper inside the dungeon, light the way." Lance, the African American mage said and dragged Arnold in front of the team shoving him against a wall.
"What are you doing?" The team's healer said spiriting towards Arnold.
"Don't worry Alice... I mean ma'am, I'm used to this treatment." Arnold replied back.
He then took out half a dozen glow sticks and threw them one by one deeper into the dungeon. The path was covered with the broken stone, moss and animal remains. The torches allowed Arnold to see remnants of sacks, crates, and caskets, worn down and ravaged by time itself, scattered around the corridor.
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