Solo Leveling with Copy Ability

Markus didn't just walk into the U.S., he orchestrated his arrival. When he left the U.S., it wasn't through official channels. As far as border records showed, Markus Tenebris was still in the country. Now, he was returning through normal means, but to the system, it was as if he had never left.

How He Avoided Detection:

Multiple alias switches, no single record connected his travel pattern. Private flights, forged documents, his movement was untraceable. By the time he used his real identity, he was already deep inside U.S. soil.

Destination: Federal Bureau of Hunters (FBH) Headquarters, Washington D.C.

Now, it was time to stop hiding. Markus would register as an official Hunter. And he knew exactly how much noise that would make.

Federal Bureau of Hunters (FBH) – Washington D.C.

Markus walked into the colossal FBH headquarters, an architectural marvel of steel and glass. Hunters moved in and out, some in flashy combat gear, others in casual civilian clothes. Security was everywhere, armed personnel, mana detectors, automated threat scans. It was built to process thousands of Hunters… but today, it was about to stop for one.

Hunter Registration Desk – 9:45 AM

A receptionist, bored and disinterested, gestured for him to step forward. Markus placed his ID on the scanner.

🚨 SYSTEM ALERT – WARNING! HIGH-RISK INDIVIDUAL DETECTED. 🚨

The moment his ID was scanned, alarms went off. The receptionist froze, her face draining of color. A red alert flashed across every connected security agency.

Markus "Ghost" Tenebris – STATUS: HIGHLY DANGEROUS

 Suspected to be linked to over 144 assassinations.

 Multiple disappearances coincide with his known movements.

 No prior arrests. No confirmed convictions. No known affiliations.

 No recorded history of Hunter registration.

ALERT SENT TO:

 FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) – Federal crimes, high-risk individuals.

 NSA (National Security Agency) – Digital surveillance and counterintelligence.

 CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) – Foreign and domestic covert threats.

 DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) – Military intelligence, counterterrorism.

 FBH Internal Security Division – Hunter-related crimes and high-threat assessments.

In less than 30 seconds, Markus had been flagged by every major intelligence agency in the country. Security doors locked down the building. Mana suppression fields activated, preventing unauthorized magic use. Armed response teams were already being deployed.

"Oh… this is going to be fun." Markus smirked. He had just walked into a high-security government facility. And now, the most powerful agencies in the U.S. wanted answers. But he wasn't worried, because this was exactly what he planned.

FBH High-Security Detainment – 10:03 AM

Markus sat comfortably in the sterile, white-lit interrogation room. No cuffs. No restraints. Not because they trusted him, but because there were no charges against him. He was an American citizen, walking in of his own free will.

Yet, the entire facility had gone into lockdown.

 Security doors sealed shut.

 Mana suppression fields activated.

 And the U.S. intelligence community was now very, very interested.

One-way reinforced glass lined one wall, where officials watched from behind. Markus knew exactly who was behind that glass. And they were about to have a very long, very frustrating morning.

Within minutes of his ID scan, the following agencies had responded:

 FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) – Handling suspected assassinations & interstate crime.

 NSA (National Security Agency) – Monitoring digital movements, tracking international activity.

 CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) – Investigating potential foreign intelligence threats.

 DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) – Counterintelligence & military-related concerns.

 FBH Internal Security Division – Ensuring no rogue Hunters or illegal awakenings.

Three interrogators entered. Lead Investigator: Agent Nolan Grayson (FBI) – A career investigator, cold, methodical. Military Representative: Colonel James Adler (DIA) – An old-school officer, reading Markus like a battlefield. FBH Special Agent: Evelyn Carter (FBH Internal Security) – A Hunter, evaluating his threat level.

Markus leaned back, watching them with quiet amusement. They were here to break him down. They would throw accusations, demand answers, threaten imprisonment. It wouldn't work. Markus was playing a different game.

Agent Grayson dropped a thick file onto the table. It contained everything they had on him. Redacted intelligence reports. Cross-referenced movements. Suspected operations. Pages upon pages of missing persons and assassinations, all linked by one common factor. 

"Markus Tenebris," Grayson started, voice steady. "Or do you prefer 'Ghost'?"

Markus smirked. "Ghost? Sounds dramatic." Grayson didn't react. He tapped the file. "You've been linked to over 144 disappearances and contract killings."

Markus raised an eyebrow. "Disappeared, killed, same thing?" Grayson's jaw tightened. "Don't play games with me." Markus exhaled, opening the file casually. "Oh, look at these. Fancy." One by one, he flipped through the photos. Each was a suspected assassination, bloody, brutal, efficient.

Markus whistled. "Oh, this one, wasn't he an arms dealer? Good riddance."

Carter stiffened. "So, you admit to knowing them?"

Markus smirked. "Knowing of them. Big difference."

He flipped to another photo.

A bloated senator, found dead in a "robbery gone wrong."

Markus chuckled. "Ah, the 'Honorable' Senator Maxwell. They say he had offshore accounts linked to human trafficking. What a tragic accident."

Next page. An African warlord, shot twice, heart and skull.

Markus tapped the picture. "Clean work. A true professional."

Grayson narrowed his eyes. "Are you confessing?"

Markus tilted his head. "To appreciating fine craftsmanship? Absolutely."

Adler scowled. "You think this is funny?"

Markus grinned. "Oh, Colonel, it's hilarious."

"A room full of top-tier intelligence agents, grilling me about crimes you think I committed."

"No proof. No fingerprints. No video footage. Just suspicion." "Tell me, do you guys have a scoreboard for this? Because it looks like I'm winning."

Grayson leaned forward.

"Let's get to the real reason we're here. You walked in today asking to be a Hunter." "Why?"

Markus stretched slightly, rolling his neck. "Because it's convenient." Carter's eyes narrowed. "Convenient?" "Yes. Being a legally registered Hunter provides freedom, unrestricted dungeon access, financial benefits." He gestured at the room. "Why work in the shadows when I can simply do it out in the open?" "It's efficiency." Markus grinned.

"You expect us to believe that?" Adler scoffed. "You don't have to," Markus replied smoothly. "You just have to process my application." The room went silent. That was the core of the issue.

Legally, they couldn't touch him.

 They had no proof of the assassinations.

 They had no charges to arrest him on.

 The only thing they had was suspicion.

 A very clear "screamingly obvious suspicion.

But suspicion wasn't enough to stop him from registering. He knew the law. He knew the system. And they knew that blocking him without evidence would cause political backlash.

Agent Grayson finally spoke. "You want to be a Hunter. Fine."

"But you will be monitored."

"Your activities will be tracked."

"If you step one inch out of line, you will regret it."

Markus let the silence stretch. He could hear Carter's pen tapping against the table, Adler shifting in his seat, Grayson watching him like he was a loaded gun that hadn't gone off yet. "That's fair." Adler leaned back, scowling. "You think this is a joke?" Markus smiled. "If it were, you'd be the punchline."

Carter sighed, rubbing her temples. "This is insane." But she already knew the outcome. They had nothing to charge him with. The FBH would approve his registration, because they had no reason not to.

They had let the wolf into the fold. And Markus couldn't wait to play. 

The Hunter Evaluation Center was one of the most secure underground facilities in the U.S., built to withstand even the most catastrophic magic surges. Here, newly awakened Hunters underwent classification tests before their ranks were finalized.

Today, however, the test was anything but routine.

High-ranking officials from FBH, the FBI, CIA, DIA, and NSA were all watching from a secured viewing room.

Why?

Because a former ghost had just walked in and demanded recognition.

Markus stood in the middle of the testing chamber, an enormous reinforced space with observation windows above.

Before he could even demonstrate his abilities, he had to undergo standardized mana testing.

A FBH technician, trying his best to remain professional despite the overwhelming tension in the room, gestured toward the mana measurement device.

"Please place your hand on the scanner," the man said stiffly.

Markus complied, placing his palm against the cool metal surface.

The device hummed softly.

Then, it surged.

The numbers on the screen skyrocketed.

The technician's face went pale.

Mana Output: S-Class

Mana Pool: S-Class

Mana Density: Beyond Standard S-Class Levels

The entire room went silent.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Even in the viewing deck, high-ranking officers and analysts exchanged uneasy glances.

"What the hell…?" one of the analysts muttered.

"This can't be right…" another whispered. "This guy wasn't even registered as an Awakened before today."

Markus glanced at the screen, smirked, and turned to the technician.

"S-Class, huh?" he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Not bad for my first test."

The technician swallowed hard. "Uh… Y-Yes. That is… accurate."

"Guess that means I pass?"

The man nodded quickly.

From the observation deck, Evelyn Carter, the FBH agent who had interrogated him earlier, leaned closer to the glass. "That's… not normal," she murmured.

Colonel James Adler of the DIA scowled. "It's one thing for him to be an S-Class. But where the hell has he been all this time? A mana pool like that doesn't develop overnight."

After the initial shock, the intercom crackled again.

"Candidate Tenebris, proceed with skill demonstration."

Markus smirked. Time for round two.

He extended his right hand.

A sphere of fire ignited, controlled and contained, swirling effortlessly at his fingertips.

A moment later, he clenched his fist. The fire collapsed into a concentrated ember.

He opened his palm, and it flared into a roaring column of flames before vanishing into thin air.

The intercom remained silent for a long second.

Then, the ground trembled.

Markus shifted his left hand. The floor beneath him cracked, jagged spikes of stone erupting in perfectly calculated formations.

Then, with a small twist of his fingers, the spikes collapsed back into the ground, the floor reforming as if nothing had happened.

Perfect control.

The observers were speechless.

Director Thomas Caldwell, head of FBH, narrowed his eyes. "This isn't just power. This is trained control. He's using high-level magic with casual ease."

Carter exhaled, rubbing her temples. "We keep calling him an S-Class, but I've seen new S-Ranks before. They struggle. They test limits. This guy is treating this like a warm-up."

Adler's voice was flat. "Because it is."

The lead technician hesitated, then spoke carefully over the intercom.

"…Candidate Tenebris, your mana levels and spell demonstrations have been analyzed."

Markus raised an eyebrow.

"You are officially classified as an S-Class Mage."

The room tensed as the words echoed through the chamber.

Markus smirked. "Took you long enough."

The technician continued, more nervously now. "However, your official certification will take three days to process. Your abilities require additional security clearance for final documentation."

Markus chuckled. "Ah. Bureaucracy at its finest."

The officials in the viewing deck didn't look happy.

 They had just classified a man with no previous records as an S-Class Mage.

 They had no idea what else he was capable of.

 And now, they had to legally register him.

"I don't like this," one of the FBI analysts muttered. "We don't even know if fire and earth are his real affinities. What if he has more?"

"Then it's already too late," Carter said grimly.

Markus exited the chamber, flashing a lazy grin at the FBH staff as they finalized his preliminary certification.

Three days.

That was all it would take before his name was officially on the Hunter registry.

As he walked through the hallways of the FBH headquarters, he could feel the stares.

Security personnel. Analysts. Intelligence officers.

They weren't just watching him.

They were studying him.

And Markus?

He was enjoying every second of it.

 FBH High-Security Conference Room – 12 Hours After Markus' Evaluation

The atmosphere inside the FBH headquarters was tense.

Twelve hours had passed since Markus Tenebris was classified as an S-Class Mage, and the government agencies involved were far from pleased.

At the head of the room, Director Thomas Caldwell of the FBH sat in silence, fingers steepled as he listened to the endless stream of complaints from the gathered intelligence officials.

 The FBI wanted to monitor Markus indefinitely.

 The DIA wanted to leverage him as an asset for national security.

 The NSA wanted to track every move he made for "data analysis."

 The CIA wanted him either recruited or eliminated.

It was chaos.

And for three days, this debate would continue until his certification became official.

Carter leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, watching the back-and-forth with mild amusement.

"Let's just say it outright, none of us can do anything."

The room quieted for a moment before Agent Nolan Grayson of the FBI scoffed.

"You think this is funny?"

Carter smirked. "Oh, I think it's hilarious."

 A man they couldn't track had just become legally untouchable.

 A suspected mercenary with over 144 linked assassinations had been classified as S-Class Hunter.

 And worst of all? There wasn't a damn thing they could do about it.

Grayson's glare darkened. "You want to tell me why the hell we're just letting him walk around?"

Caldwell sighed. "Because we don't have a choice."

 Markus hadn't committed a crime on U.S. soil.

 They had no legal reason to deny him.

 And if they tried, they would have to explain why, a nightmare waiting to happen.

The DIA Colonel, James Adler, gritted his teeth. "So what? We just let him do whatever he wants?"

Caldwell exhaled slowly. "No. We try to bring him in."

 FBH would send a recruiter.

 If Markus could be brought under U.S. jurisdiction, he would be easier to control.

 And if he refused? Well… at least they could say they tried.

And they already had the perfect person for the job.

Caldwell turned to Evelyn Carter.

"You're going to make him an offer."

Carter blinked. Then laughed. "Oh, you're serious?"

Grayson scowled. "What's so funny?"

"You think someone like Markus Tenebris would ever work for you?"

Caldwell's eyes narrowed. "You have history in field recruitment. If anyone can, "

Carter held up a hand. "I'll do it. But don't say I didn't warn you."

She already knew exactly how this was going to play out.

📌 The Meeting – The Offer He Would Laugh At

Markus sat in a private office on the upper floors of FBH, looking as relaxed as ever.

Carter walked in, tossing a file onto the desk.

"Here's the deal, Tenebris. You get full Hunter certification, access to dungeons, zero restrictions… if you agree to operate under FBH jurisdiction."

Markus quirked an eyebrow. "You mean, join your government lapdog squad?"

Carter sighed. "No. Think of it as an independent contractor deal. You still do what you want, but if we need something handled, we call you first."

Markus leaned back, resting his chin on his fist.

"And what happens if I say no?"

"Nothing changes. You're still an S-Class Hunter. But you'll be watched. Closely."

Silence stretched between them.

Markus finally chuckled. "So let me get this straight, you interrogate me, lock me in a room, throw all these suspicions at me… and now you want me to do favors for you?"

Carter exhaled. "Pretty much."

Markus leaned forward, smirking. "Carter, do I look like a government employee to you?"

She smirked back. "No. You look like a problem I'd rather not deal with."

Markus grinned. "Good. Then we understand each other."

He stood up, heading for the door.

Carter sighed, watching him go. "We will be watching."

Markus turned, giving her a lazy two-fingered salute. "Enjoy the show."

Three days later, the news broke.

A new S-Class Mage had been registered in the United States.

 His name spread like wildfire.

 Hunter Guilds around the world reacted.

 His classification reached Korea, Japan, Russia, and Europe.

📌 The Guilds Respond🇺🇸 The Scavenger Guild – Thomas Andre

The strongest Hunter in the U.S. raised an eyebrow at the report.

"An S-Class Mage, huh? If he's worth anything, I'll see him in a raid soon enough."

🇰🇷 White Tiger Guild – Baek Yoonho

The Korean Guild Master of White Tiger frowned at the report.

"An unknown S-Class… appearing right after the dungeon raids? This isn't a coincidence."

🇰🇷 The Korean Hunter Association

Chairman Go Gun-Hee stared at the report on his desk.

"Another S-Class… and not just any. This one is dangerous. The Ghost.."

🇰🇷 Choi Jong-In – The Master of the Hunter Guild

The head of Korea's most powerful Guild read through the details carefully.

"If he's really as strong as they say, then he's wasted in America."

📌 The Intelligence Community's Internal Panic

🔹 CIA Internal Memo

"Markus Tenebris is now an official S-Class Hunter. We have no leverage."

🔹 NSA Surveillance Report

"Mana levels recorded during testing suggest he is holding back. We do not know his full capabilities."

🔹 DIA Counterterrorism Report

"If Tenebris is ever deemed hostile, we do not currently possess a response plan."

📌 Markus' Perspective – Watching the Chaos Unfold

Markus sat on the rooftop of a high-rise hotel in D.C., sipping an expensive drink, reading the global headlines with a smirk.

 S-Class Mage Classification Approved.

 U.S. Intelligence Agencies Are Furious.

 Global Guilds Take Notice of Markus Tenebris.

This was better than he expected.

For years, he had moved in the shadows. Now, the world finally had a name for him.

And they had no idea what was coming next.