The Multiverse Hunter

The flickering blue interface above the Slum's central tower had silenced the streets.

The Review had revealed three MVP awards under a single name-Ali.

Inside the Fire Guild's headquarters, standing on the balcony, the guild leader exhaled sharply, his crimson hair catching the dim glow of the interface's light.

His expression remained unreadable, but those who knew him well could sense the storm brewing beneath his calm demeanour.

"So they gave him a Boss Mission..." he murmured, stepping away from the railing and heading toward his desk. "He's the real deal."

Mark, his most trusted subordinate, followed closely behind, still processing what they had just witnessed.

"What's a Boss Mission?" Mark asked, watching as his superior grabbed a sheet of paper and began writing.

The guild leader, without pausing his movements, responded in a steady tone:

"A Boss Mission is when a player is sent to a world specifically to fight against a powerful opponent. It is a trial-a test of strength. Sometimes, it's a reward. Other times, it's an execution."

Mark's brow furrowed. "Execution?"

The guild leader nodded as he folded the parchment and pressed a red wax seal onto it, the insignia of the Fire Guild embedded in the molten stamp.

"Paradise does not tolerate weaklings who rise too fast. If a player shows promise but lacks true ability, they will be sent against an opponent meant to kill them. If they survive, they prove their worth. If they don't..." He shrugged.

"Their rise ends there."

Mark processed this information in silence, but outside, the Slum was erupting in whispers and gasps.

For most, this was the first time they had ever heard of a player being sent alone to a different world for a Boss Mission.

Even more unbelievable was the fact that Ali had earned three MVPs in a single week.

Mark's sharp gaze flicked back to the blue screen still hovering over the Slum.

"Wait... there's still more."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

His voice was barely above a whisper.

Then, realisation struck. "There should be one more."

Both men exchanged glances before swiftly stepping back onto the balcony.

And there it was.

Inside Catherine's restaurant, Ali calmly sipped a cup of water, his black handle resting idly in his hand. Across from him, Catherine sat in stunned silence.

"So it's called Elden Ring," Ali mused, setting his cup down. "I'd like to go back there one day."

Catherine, still staring at him with disbelief, shook her head.

"You're too casual about this," she muttered.

Ali smirked. "Come on, Catherine. I told you this was going to happen. You can't be this surprised every time."

Catherine scoffed. "Excuse me for being shocked. It's not every day I sit next to someone who just got three MVPs in one week."

She turned her head back toward the blue interface, her eyes scanning the glowing text, still trying to process what she had just read.

With a flick of his wrist, he spun the black handle around his finger, glancing at the sky. He knew the final reveal was coming.

'This'll be fun.'

"World: Star Wars

Players Sent: 332

Players Returned: 1

Grade: S+

MVP: Ali"

A split second of silence.

Then—

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The entire Slum erupted.

Every single player stood frozen in shock, staring at the glowing letters as if they had just witnessed the impossible.

One man.

Out of 332.

Only one returned.

And he didn't just survive.

He dominated.

RIP!

Inside the Fire Guild's headquarters, the guild leader tore the letter in half without hesitation.

He said nothing.

Instead, he sat back down and began writing an entirely new letter.

Behind him, Mark gripped the edge of the balcony railing so tightly his knuckles turned white. Then, a slow, almost maniacal smile stretched across his face.

'Monster... What a fucking monster.'

Near the centre of the Slum, Zain sat on his bench, his mind completely blank as he stared at the interface.

"How..?"

That was the only word Zain could manage.

His mind struggled to process what he had just witnessed.

Beside him, Ashley was equally stunned, but unlike Zain, her thoughts were racing with an entirely different kind of urgency.

'I have to get him... I HAVE TO.'

A desperate hunger filled her eyes as she stared at the name glowing in the sky. Ali.

He was beyond exceptional-he was a force of nature. If she could just get close enough...

'If I could make him mine…'

Back inside the restaurant, Catherine turned back to Ali, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Ali... what are you?"

For the briefest moment, Ali considered telling her.

'A king. An Emperor Supreme over the elite of Earth. A Grandmaster Assassin. Veska's tool. A Dragon Master.'

All these titles belonged to him. All these names had defined him at some point.

He sighed and met her gaze, his black eyes as dark as space.

"A human. Just like you."

With a flick of his wrist, the black handle flew out of his hand, spinning through the air before returning neatly into his grasp.

The tension in the room remained thick.

Then, the moment was interrupted.

THUD.

A sudden, powerful presence made the crowd outside part like the sea.

Two figures landed smoothly in the middle of the Slum's centre, their presence alone sending an undeniable ripple of authority through the air.

The players around them immediately stepped back, fear flashing in their eyes as whispers spread through the streets.

"Supervisors..."

Ali turned his head toward them, his expression unreadable.

Two women stood at the centre of the Slum-one with long, golden hair and pointed ears, the other with crystal-blue skin that shimmered under the lights.

They were stunning, but they weren't here to be admired.

Supervisors were the highest-ranking enforcers of Reincarnation Paradise, individuals who wielded power strong enough to kill even the most formidable players.

And now, they were headed straight for him.

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as everyone followed behind them cautiously, eager to witness what was about to unfold.

Back in the restaurant, Catherine turned back to Ali, her heart sinking.

She knew this was it.

His departure.

"Well then," Ali said casually, stretching as he stood up. "The food was great, Catherine."

Her fingers clenched at the edge of the table. She wanted to say something— anything-but all that came out was:

"Ali... Take care up there."

The words felt hollow, insignificant compared to what she truly wanted to express.

'Why did I have to fall for him?'

But Ali simply nodded, his response silent yet final, before turning toward the approaching Supervisors.

The golden-haired elf was the first to speak, her piercing eyes locking onto Ali's.

"Player Ali. We meet again."

Ali, keeping his face neutral, replied without hesitation.

"Yes, we do."

His tone was steady, but his gaze remained fixed on hers, searching for something beneath the formal greeting.

The elf, tall and ethereal, carried an air of both grace and danger. Her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her flawless face, but her emerald eyes held something sharp-curiosity, recognition, and maybe even amusement.

Beside her, the crystal-skinned woman studied Ali with an unreadable expression, her presence exuding an unnatural stillness.

Ali's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Are you beautiful ladies my guides today?"

The elf didn't break eye contact, but the crystal-skinned woman responded first, her voice as cool as ice.

"Follow us, human."

She turned without another word, leading the way toward the tower.

Ali walked beside the elf, moving through the crowd as all eyes followed him. The man who had won four MVPs in a single week. The man who had survived a Boss Mission alone.

He could feel the weight of their stares-fear, admiration, jealousy, ambition.

As they walked, Ali glanced at the elf beside him. "Lorien, was it?"

She didn't look at him, but he noticed the small twitch of her lips. "Yes."

Then, after a brief pause, she added, "As for you... I doubt there's a single soul on the first level who hasn't heard your name."

Ali replied. "And the second level?"

For the first time, Lorien turned her head slightly toward him, her emerald eyes glinting with something unreadable.

"Oh, they know you there too."

Ali's smirk deepened. "I see."

The crystal-skinned Supervisor remained silent as they reached the base of the tower. The massive structure loomed over them, a monolithic force that symbolised the pathway to greater power-or greater death.

The crowd held its breath, watching as the crystal-skinned woman placed her palm against the stone.

Then—

RUMBLE.

The tower shifted, the ancient stone rearranging itself as a large entrance materialised before them. A dark hallway stretched beyond the threshold, lined with strange symbols glowing faintly in the dim light.

Lorien and the other Supervisor stepped forward, entering the tower.

Ali followed.

But just before stepping inside, he paused.

Turning his head slightly, he cast one final glance at the Slum.

He saw the endless rows of grey, lifeless buildings.

And then, he looked at the faces watching him.

Fear.

Jealousy.

Ambition.

Despair.

Hope.

So many different emotions... but in the end, none of them mattered.

Ali exhaled. 'The Slum is up there with the worst mental torture chambers l've seen', Ali thought as he walked into the room made out of grey stone.

BOOOM

The stone wall behind him slammed down and shut the entrance.

He was now in a grey room the same as the one he arrived in Paradise at, the two supervisors stood at the centre of the room waiting for him to get closer.

Please donate some of your power stones, it would help my ff massively.

Five chapters ahead of webnovel on patreon.com/Rondo312