NOVEL NEXT Chapter 33: The Birth of a Guild
[Date: March 11, 2025 | Time: 11:35 AM | Location: Uncharted S-ranked Jungle, Deep Sector – Ankush's Chosen Territory]
In the heart of the dense, ancient jungle, Ankush stood silently, his gaze firmly fixed upon the shimmering golden circle that continued to expand outward in all directions. Streams of mana surged and danced, infusing the surroundings with an overwhelming yet oddly soothing energy. His heart raced in sync with each pulse, anticipation blending seamlessly with a subtle apprehension of what lay ahead.
Suddenly, the golden circle paused, solidifying at a radius precisely five kilometers from where he stood. It felt like a heartbeat had stopped, the very air holding its breath in anticipation of what came next. Ankush held his breath as well, muscles tense, eyes narrowing slightly in anticipation.
"Initializing Guild Building sequence," a soft, mechanical voice echoed, resonating not only in his ears but in every corner of the clearing.
A surge of brilliant golden energy erupted outward, blasting away foliage, rocks, and any natural debris from the chosen zone, instantly leveling and smoothing the ground within the circle. The trees parted gracefully, moving as if alive, roots retracting carefully beneath the earth. It seemed as if nature itself was voluntarily making space, bowing to the mysterious power of the Guild Building Token.
Then, with a sudden, thunderous rumble, stone structures began to rise from the cleared earth, solid foundations rapidly forming beneath Ankush's astonished gaze. The structures grew rapidly, unfolding and reshaping like living entities formed by intricate magical craftsmanship. In mere moments, simple but sturdy stone buildings stood proudly in a neat arrangement, organized perfectly around a massive central structure—the Guild Hall.
The central Guild Hall towered impressively, constructed from immaculate white marble etched with glowing runes. It was grand yet elegantly simple, designed for practical efficiency and durability. Surrounding it, smaller facilities formed—a central plaza, a storage building, lodging for potential guild members, and essential facilities that would serve as the basic infrastructure of this newly created safe haven.
Ankush stood frozen, speechless at the spectacle before him. His heart thundered in his chest, the reality of his guild's creation finally sinking in. This was no longer just an ambitious dream or whispered fantasy. This was real, tangible—something he had created with his own hands.
The mechanical voice echoed once again, clear and authoritative:
"[Guild Creation Complete.]"
"[Guild Name: Unassigned—Would you like to assign a name now?]"
Ankush quickly considered, feeling a deep significance in this choice. After a brief pause, he softly spoke the name he'd chosen long ago, a reflection of his vision:
"Ashvattha."
A sacred tree from ancient Indian mythology—symbolizing endless growth, resilience, and the infinite potential he envisioned for his guild.
"Guild named 'Ashvattha' has been registered," the voice confirmed immediately.
Suddenly, another voice thundered in his mind—louder, more resonant, a world-altering declaration that shook him to his very core.
[World Announcement]
"Attention, humanity! The first-ever independent guild has been officially founded!"
"Guild 'Ashvattha' has been successfully established in India!"
"A new era begins today! Guild Applications are now accessible worldwide through the universal system interface!"
Ankush instantly acted, swiftly concealing his identity, selecting the privacy option that obscured the guild master's personal details from public access. He knew how dangerous it would be if his identity were exposed now. Even though his heart swelled with pride at his monumental achievement, caution dominated his immediate instincts.
A soft notification appeared directly afterward, a private message visible only to him:
[Congratulations!]
As the first individual to establish a guild, you've received a special bonus:
- Guild Level Advanced: Direct promotion from F- Rank to D Rank.
- Guild Privilege Unlocked: Two-Way Teleportation Portal (Direct link between Ashvattha Guild City and any chosen human city).
- Exclusive Dungeon Creation Token: Access to a Tower Dungeon, exclusive to Ashvattha guild pioneers for training and resource gathering.
Ankush's eyes widened as excitement surged through him. The system's generosity far exceeded his expectations, and a subtle grin formed across his lips. A direct D-Rank guild meant he could skip months or even years of painful struggles others would face at lower ranks, immediately granting his guild significantly enhanced resources and security.
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[Global Reaction – Moments After the Announcement | Various Locations Worldwide]
Across the globe, chaos erupted instantaneously.
In America, countless guild leaders and military strategists exploded into frenzied activity, desperate to discover the identity of the unknown pioneer who had defied logic and reality itself. Strategic analysts scrambled to their terminals, furiously cross-checking satellite scans, mana detection arrays, and security footage, desperate to trace the guild's location and leader.
In China, guild elites slammed tables in frustration, shouting at their intelligence operatives to mobilize immediately. "We cannot let this guild establish itself uncontested! Find its exact coordinates, quickly!"
In Japan, guilds hurriedly convened emergency meetings, urgently considering diplomatic overtures to the unknown guild master.
And in India, a mixture of shock, awe, and excitement rippled through society. Millions of ordinary awakened citizens felt hope spark inside their hearts for the first time. Guild Ashvattha's mysterious rise from nowhere symbolized something unheard of—hope for true independence from oppressive corporate guilds and military dominion.
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[Ankush's Internal Thoughts – Alone in Ashvattha Guild City | Time: 12:00 Noon]
Standing amidst the newly built structures of Ashvattha, Ankush stared silently upward at the enormous Guild Tower rising at the heart of the city, marking the city's core. He felt a profound sense of fulfillment and responsibility. Everything was real now. Each step forward mattered immensely; each decision had vast repercussions.
The responsibility wasn't simply managing a guild—it was building a beacon, a haven, a hope for every awakened who craved true freedom, who wanted independence from corporate exploitation and military dominance.
But as his excitement began to fade, another thought gripped him deeply—the immense pressure of the monthly monster kill condition. Ankush exhaled slowly, carefully reviewing the conditions again:
- Every month, the guild's combined kills had to reach:
- 1000 A+ ranked monsters, or
- 100 S- ranked monsters, or
- 10 S ranked monsters, or
- 1 S+ ranked monster
Failing meant destruction at the claws of invading monsters. His heart quickened slightly, realizing how careful he would need to be with recruitment. Quantity alone meant little; he needed elite, disciplined warriors capable of meeting these challenging requirements.
Yet Ankush smiled quietly, feeling a confident excitement rising within him. The universal teleportation array granted by his reward meant he could directly connect Ashvattha Guild City to Kolkata, or even broader India, quickly building up powerful alliances or attracting capable hunters ready for a chance at genuine freedom.
And then there was the exclusive dungeon—the Tower Dungeon token. A pioneering resource, providing both training and treasures far surpassing ordinary dungeons, ideal for strengthening his future guild members swiftly.
Ankush nodded decisively, closing his interface window. His path was clear.
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The sunlight bathed the new guild city with a soft warmth, illuminating stone buildings, towers, and roads crafted from his dreams. Birds circled overhead, chirping freely as the jungle itself seemed to acknowledge this newly forged sanctuary.
Ankush smiled softly, determination burning fiercely within him.
"Ashvattha... My guild, my city. A new era begins right here," he whispered, quietly promising himself and the world around him.