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He spent three hundred years in hell. He came back ten years late, still nineteen — and Level 1,466.
Vance Doyle was nobody. E-rank, Level 11, cleaning drains for scrap money — until a rift swallowed him on a routine job and closed behind him.
On the other side: no sun, no night, no people. Just three hundred years of monsters and a boy who refused to die until he was the deadliest thing on two worlds.
Now he's home, and nobody remembers his name. The scale that grades hunters stops at 200. He reads at 1,466.
The country wants a weapon. The guilds want a contract. Vance wants his sister safe, his debts paid, and his Tuesdays free.
But some people see the man instead of the number. Wren, the sharp-tongued assessor who broke three machines trying to read him and torched her career rather than file a lie — now she reads his contracts, rewrites her own rules, and negotiates everything. Sunny, the Level 9 yard girl with 406 contracts and an opinion about all of them, who wanted him back when he was worth £55 a day and refuses to care that he could level a city. And Ilya, the most powerful woman in the district, who guarded his gate, kept his sister company, and read his name off a list of the missing once a year for nine years — without ever once remembering the man behind it. He was ink in a column. Nobody's memory. Then she stood in a night street and watched him take a monster apart with one hand.
And she wasn't going to forget him ever again.
Nor anyone else for that matter.
Genre: HaremLit
Vance Doyle was nobody. E-rank, Level 11, cleaning drains for scrap money — until a rift swallowed him on a routine job and closed behind him.
On the other side: no sun, no night, no people. Just three hundred years of monsters and a boy who refused to die until he was the deadliest thing on two worlds.
Now he's home, and nobody remembers his name. The scale that grades hunters stops at 200. He reads at 1,466.
The country wants a weapon. The guilds want a contract. Vance wants his sister safe, his debts paid, and his Tuesdays free.
But some people see the man instead of the number. Wren, the sharp-tongued assessor who broke three machines trying to read him and torched her career rather than file a lie — now she reads his contracts, rewrites her own rules, and negotiates everything. Sunny, the Level 9 yard girl with 406 contracts and an opinion about all of them, who wanted him back when he was worth £55 a day and refuses to care that he could level a city. And Ilya, the most powerful woman in the district, who guarded his gate, kept his sister company, and read his name off a list of the missing once a year for nine years — without ever once remembering the man behind it. He was ink in a column. Nobody's memory. Then she stood in a night street and watched him take a monster apart with one hand.
And she wasn't going to forget him ever again.
Nor anyone else for that matter.
Genre: HaremLit
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