Buck was frantic, like a black flash of lightning as he rushed into the village. As he feared, the worst had come true. It seemed that there had always been monsters lurking near the village, and no matter how hard he fought, those creatures were like weeds that could never be eradicated. Every morning, Buck would hear bad news from old farmer Larsen about more villagers missing. Without thinking, those missing villagers must have been devoured by the monsters…
Tonight, these monsters, hiding in the darkness, could no longer restrain themselves and had boldly invaded the village. In Buck's mind, the image of farmer Larsen's daughter, Citi, with her alluring figure, immediately surfaced, and guilt filled his heart. He couldn’t allow this girl to die at the claws of the monsters. After all, he had gained immense strength!
However, as Buck stepped into the burning village, the sight before him stunned him. The invader wasn’t a monster at all—it was a man, a human through and through. This man wore a black long coat, a triangular leather hat, and held a silver sword in his right hand, with a short gun in his left. He seemed like an emissary from hell, stepping through the roaring flames, swinging his weapon, the silver light flashing as he easily slaughtered the villagers. With every swing of his sword, another villager fell.
“Hunter! Damn hunter! Kill him! Kill him quickly!” The villagers were furious and rushed toward the enemy, seemingly fearless of death. Their tools—hoes and machetes—became their weapons against the strong enemy. However, this hunter's movements were extremely strange, and the villagers’ attacks were easily evaded. The hunter would flick his silver sword, and the villagers' throats would be effortlessly slit.
But those villagers with slit throats didn’t fall down immediately. Clutching their bleeding necks, their eyes burned with fury as they continued to charge at the enemy. Their muscular arms bulged with veins, and their sharp claws glittered in the light of the flames. They used every weapon they could, even baring their teeth, determined to kill the arrogant hunter.
A villager saw Buck and immediately shouted to him, urging him to join the fight and take down the enemy they loathed. But Buck’s steps gradually slowed, and then completely halted. At this moment, he finally understood why this village had always felt so strange… He finally remembered that crucial detail…
He saw old farmer Larsen, wielding a severed, iron-blue arm, swinging it at the hunter’s sword. He saw those villagers who had once eagerly given him food and water using their claws to block the blood-colored bullets the hunter shot at them. He saw their bodies swelling up during the battle, their skin withering and turning pale, their faces becoming increasingly grotesque…
Buck suddenly realized, a bitter, self-mocking smile appearing on his face. No wonder that cute girl, Citi, didn’t mind his lecherous gaze. Even when driven by the evil spirit’s desires, he couldn’t help but try to lift her skirt, but she showed no panic, instead revealing a strange, sneaky smile… Now, he watched with his own eyes as the hunter’s silver sword pierced Citi’s mouth, yet she remained unfazed, squinting her newly grown eyes and using her sharp teeth to easily bite the sword, letting out a shrill, ear-piercing laugh. Yes, how could such a monster care about his perverse behavior?
The hunter’s silver gun roared, spitting out blood-colored bullets that instantly blew Citi’s head apart. His efficiency in killing was terrifyingly high. Faced with these increasingly monstrous villagers, he showed no fear or hesitation. After all, he was a battle-hardened, experienced hunter.
As the monsters fell one by one under the hunter's sword and gun, Buck, who remained motionless, was getting closer and closer to him. Buck finally saw the face under the brim of the hunter’s hat. In an instant, a flood of memories surged into his mind, and he finally fully recalled the past of his original self…
The son of Viscount Frank had died suddenly during a cult ritual in a desolate mountain, allowing Buck, the transmigrator, to take over this body. Everything was connected to this hunter in front of him—Viddens. He remembered this man had given the Viscount’s son a vial of potion, claiming it was the path to "power." Looking at it now, that potion was undoubtedly a ticket to hell.
As for why Viddens wanted to kill Buck Frank, Buck had no clue for now. But one thing was certain—after killing all the villagers, the hunter would not spare him. The hunter was here for him, and that was the real reason for his appearance here.
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When Buck saw Viddens, Viddens also noticed him. A cold smile appeared on his pale, emaciated face beneath his hat. "Finally found you, kid..."
Viddens hadn’t expected that the foolish Viscount’s son would escape through the crack in Klan Mountain and run all the way to this plain. When he heard from the Viscount’s territory that the young nobleman was missing rather than dead, he immediately set off, following the trail, and finally found his target in this strange village. Why hadn’t the poison worked as expected? Viddens didn’t want to dwell on this question anymore. This time, he had to make sure the kid died in his hands. Only then could he complete the task given by His Highness…
The hunter ran his hand over the silver sword, and the blood infused with spiritual energy instantly soaked into the blade. Flames ignited on the sword’s edge! "Evil god, Scott’s Flame!" This burning blade seemed to have a life of its own, easily cutting through all the monsters in its path, as if slicing tofu. Even the fiercest, hardest-to-deal-with monster had its arm severed with one swing.
The hunter suddenly stepped forward, and his body infused with "Demon God's Blood" erupted with astonishing speed, his form like a phantom, even leaving afterimages in his wake! He pierced the last monster with his sword, pinning it to the mud wall. Blood and fire splattered, and the force of the sword even created a large hole in the earth wall. The high temperature and immense strength completely destroyed the monster that had been transformed from Larsen.
The hunter then slowly turned his head, his beast-like eyes locking onto the aristocratic young man still standing in place. "Scared dumb? Poor fool, just stand still, I’ll make sure you die without any pain..."
As the old farmer Larsen finally collapsed, Buck slowly lowered his gaze, silently thinking: It's not bad to not have to do it myself... In the next moment, the dark pupils filled with evil spirits suddenly flickered, locking onto Viddens. A blood bar appeared above Viddens' head.
【Life Energy: 378/400】
So little? Buck was puzzled. He had always assumed that all transcendent beings would increase their life energy as they grew, but now it seemed that was not the case. A faint smile appeared on Buck's lips. Is this all you have? What will you use to defeat me?
However, at that moment, the burning silver sword shot through the air like a silver lightning bolt. Buck's smile froze immediately. In reality, health points didn't represent everything. A real veteran hunter would stop at nothing, even willing to sacrifice their own life, to gain more powerful and mysterious high-level abilities.
Viddens was like that now—his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to track with the naked eye. By the time Buck reacted, the old hunter had already materialized in front of him like a ghost, and the sword pierced directly through his chest! The burning blade caused Buck's health to drop by over 300 points instantly!
But that was all. In the face of Buck’s 3,500+ health points, this blow that could have killed a monster was nowhere near enough to be fatal. Buck's smile returned, and he ignored the sword lodged in his chest, focusing instead on raising his arm to strike with a punch!
Viddens' face showed surprise and confusion as he looked at the result of his strike. Though his silver sword had pierced the enemy’s body, he clearly felt that the powerful muscles of his opponent were tightly gripping his sword. There were no signs that the enemy had taken any severe damage.
Then, a soft punch from Buck came in, and Viddens instinctively dodged. At that moment, a green claw suddenly appeared from the other side, delivering a crushing blow to Viddens' body with immense force! Buck could feel from the touch of the monster's claw that beneath the hunter's black coat, he was likely wearing extremely tough armor, which prevented Buck's claws from directly tearing through Viddens' body. However, this strike still caused Viddens' health to drop by over 100 points.
"How much more can you withstand?" Buck asked, having struck successfully. He immediately retreated. With the burning sword still lodged in his chest, he had no choice but to let the enemy pull it out, during which he lost another 300 points of health. In fact, if possible, he should have used his divine corpse hand earlier to crush the enemy's head directly. Unfortunately, he had just used that arm, and it still had a few minutes before its cooldown was over...
However, Buck felt that it wasn't a big deal. Even if he had to trade blows with the enemy, he still had a great chance of winning! But was the situation really that simple?
As the battle continued, Buck's mood grew heavier. The experienced Viddens quickly realized that this aristocratic young man had undergone some astonishing change and was no longer the ordinary powerless human he once was. Using his seasoned combat experience, Viddens swiftly adapted his fighting style, taking full advantage of his far superior speed and agility to dodge Buck's terrifying claw attacks while striking at Buck's vitals in the gaps between their clashes!
Buck was now trapped in a hard-fought battle. The gap in their combat skills was too vast. In the face of Viddens' agile and sharp swordsmanship, Buck’s claw attacks were like a three-year-old child flailing about, with no strategy whatsoever. His claws left deep scratches on the earth walls but could never touch the enemy. It seemed that Viddens had figured out the 2.5-second cooldown time of his monster hand, always attacking during that brief gap. Buck felt like he had become a boss that had been thoroughly researched, slowly being worn down by this hunter with far less health than his own...
