Lee Haram spent years analyzing raids for hunters who never took her seriously.

No talent. No awakening. No future.

Then she finally awakened and immediately chose the one difficulty setting everyone else considered suicidal.

The result was catastrophic.

Her party died before they could even understand what had attacked them.

But somewhere between the blood, the silence, and the creatures lurking inside the Tower, something recognized her.

A qualification.
A crown.
A command.

Now the same monsters that once drove S-rank hunters into despair trail behind her like loyal pets.

“Isn’t Poppy cute?”

Nobody nearby has ever agreed with that statement.