"Good child, don’t play with the long spear."
"Why?"
Savis City, within the survivor sanctuary built around Sain Dungeon’s teleportation gate number two.
Isha took the wooden spear from the child’s hands with a serious expression and said:
"Those legendary figures who are rembered for their spears, most of them didn’t end well."
"Oh, oh..." The child nodded in awe, looking at the spear with fear in his eyes, and ran off to pick up a wooden saw at blade, swinging it for practice.
Feeling she successfully guided a wayward child back on track, Isha couldn’t help but show a proud smile.
This sanctuary built around the teleportation gate has the most people, with about forty survivors residing here, and in the Fishing Port District, there are four similar sanctuaries where the number of survivors adds up to just over a hundred. These are the last living people in the Fishing Port District.
The distance between each sanctuary is not too far, with small paths enabling quick commutes between them, allowing for swift support if one side encounters a problem.
People in the sanctuary still feel a bit surreal, not expecting a sudden ergence of hunters who saved them from hellish days, even clearing out the entire Fishing Port District. So still mutter to themselves while in the sanctuary, "Could this be a dream?"
"Brother, you’re back, how are things?" Isha heard footsteps, and turned back to look at Fanen.
Returning was a team of hunters, covered head to toe in blood, exuding a murderous aura, looking like crazed killers. Fortunately, the people present are used to seeing this look, and so even prepared hot water to welco and clean the hunters.
Among the survivors, there are still so who know a bit of daily magic, and so who know a couple of combat skills, though their levels are generally not high.
For so reason, even now, they have not seen a single person with rich combat experience among the survivors, whether adventurer, soldier, or rcenary, none have appeared.
"The situation in the Pearl District is not good, but we’ve thought of a solution."
Fanen sat down on the spot, relaxing his tired body, and said:
"The dungeon undoubtedly attracts parasites, nine out of ten monsters entering the dungeon don’t co out. If we can properly utilize this point, the city’s clearing progress will accelerate greatly. Unfortunately, the teleportation gate doesn’t seem to attract parasites effectively to the other two districts. Only those near the Pearl District seem to be drawn by the gate."
Isha imdiately understood what her brother was thinking and said:
"Should we actively lure monsters from the other two districts over?"
"That’s right," Fanen was grateful to have such a smart sister, "Isha, if it were you, you should be able to design routes to lure parasites to the teleportation gate using the city’s layout, right?"
"If we have the city layout map, I think I can." Isha showed an eager expression.
Fanen smiled and took out a stack of well-protected maps, "We killed our way into the City Lord Mansion on our way back and happened to find this."
"Great!"
Just like that, the matter was settled. Isha would soon find several routes maximizing the efficiency of luring more parasites to the dungeon teleportation gate, designing various chanisms along the way to attract parasites, possibly even using hunters as bait if necessary.
But Isha didn’t plan to make the hunters take risks; she trusted her ability to design the chanisms, taking on the task single-handedly.
There are many considerations, such as clearing personnel around the teleportation gate to avoid collateral damage, the initial large number of attracted parasites making it inconvenient to go out, the need to gather enough resources, and so on.
Isha and Fanen clearly took on leadership roles, and with the first batch of hunters being the most powerful, none of the survivors would disobey them.
On further reflection, once numbers grew, it was discovered that although everyone entering the dungeon undergoes blood therapy, the increase in each person’s strength is incomparable. So people’s strength only improves slightly after blood therapy, making solo hunting impossible without assistance.
The root cause is whether they pass the beastly trial. The Reid people’s strong spirit sotis fails against the initial beastly trial brought about by blood therapy. Such individuals beco deranged for a few days, recovering afterward, still gaining resistance to parasites but with negligible strength improvent.
Among the 100-plus survivors, about half successfully passed the beastly trial, and after further screening, only about forty people can be hunters for outside hunting, making human resources quite tight.
Moreover, they can’t hunt parasites outside all day; they must return to the dungeon to train strength occasionally. Without strength, nothing else matters, and so think they should focus primarily on the dungeon now.
As for Fanen, he intended to manage both aspects.
"I’ll go to the dungeon for a while. If you have ideas for the chanisms or need anything, rember to tell ."
"Don’t you want to take a bath first? Your clothes stink." Isha frowned, feeling her brother might be working too hard, to the point it seed he might collapse.
"I’ll just find the ssenger to repair my clothes."
Those "adorable" ssengers in the Hunter’s Dream can repair weapons and equipnt, and even clean them, solving so botherso chores for the survivors.
Watching him leave, Isha sighed, talking to herself:
"Don’t work too hard."
Shortly after, Yarn.
"Yusefka Doctor, I’ve co again."
"...Here, my blood."
"Thank you."
At Yusefka Clinic, Fanen politely received a blood collection bottle filled with blood through a gap in the door window, and didn’t forget to thank her before leaving.
There were other hunters with him, even the elderly Bell was there, queuing up to receive blood collection bottles from Yusefka.
Doesn’t he die of anemia?
"If you encounter any living people, you can send them to my clinic, ah, this place is quite safe." Doctor Yusefka said; she always says this.
This female doctor nad Yusefka is also a residual shadow; Fanen didn’t notice her at first until he wandered around the clinic and found her.
The other party seed very wary of hunters, unwilling to let him into the room behind her, saying it was to protect the safety of the patients, which Fanen understood.
Moreover, Yusefka would periodically provide him with blood collection bottles filled with her own blood.
This item, called "Yusefka’s Blood Collection Bottle," offered a much greater recovery speed and quality of life force when used compared to ordinary blood collection bottles, which made it very popular among hunters. Almost everyone would co to her for a bottle upon entering the dungeon.
"Doctor Yusefka is really a good person."
His sigh was t with agreent, and everyone left the clinic to enter the increasingly familiar Yarn.
In a short period, the hunters initially summarized a route for the quickest acquisition of Blood Echoes, which included famous spots like bonfire parties and stronger monsters like Wolfman, Brick Brother, and Axe Brother. So far, only Fanen can solo this route, although the risk of failure remains high.
Currently, he is steadily advancing towards level forty.
However, before entering this route, he knocked with a mischievous grin on the door of a nearby house with a lit lamp, and everyone around wore helpless expressions.
"I’m tired of the noisy ruckus from rude outsiders like you; all the chaos in Yarn is your doing!"
An old lady’s angry voice ca from behind the door. However, instead of getting angry at being scolded, Fanen was delighted and knocked on the door forcefully two more tis, prompting more furious curses from the lady before he quickly ran away.
Proceeding along the planned route, Fanen seriously fought with monsters, but whenever he saw a house with a lit lamp, he always had a "this could be fun" expression, knocking on the door twice.
The houses with lit lamps always had people inside, yet in the face of hunters like him, the reactions of those inside the houses were typically:
"Get lost! Who would open the door for an outsider like you on a Night of the Hunt, get lost!"
"To be locked out on a Night of the Hunt, oh, you’re really out of luck, hehe, really out of luck."
"Despicable outsider, trying to trick into opening the door, how awful..."
The residual shadows of the Yarn residents had an even worse attitude towards Fanen than rascals eting a Demon Hunter.
As they gradually grew familiar with Yarn, Fanen and the others discovered that there were quite a few normal people in Yarn, as the houses with lit lamps all had residents.
Unfortunately, these houses seed to be protected by so force; they couldn’t get in even if they used violence.
And the people inside the hos in Yarn had such terrible attitudes, wishing "outsiders" like them would just die, let alone open the doors by themselves. When they knocked on the doors, they were either cursed or mocked.
Now Fanen understood why Gilbert would complain about the Yarn people’s hospitality.
At first, people would get angry when insulted, but gradually, there erged people like Fanen who deliberately knocked on the doors to disturb the Yarn people for fun, which was also a way to relieve stress.
Even more, he found that as long as he led monsters near these Yarn hos, he could hear the screams and scrabbles from the people inside, which was tempting to laugh out loud.
"Alas, Brother Fanen wasn’t such a person before," Bell lanted on her aged face, "the dungeon really changes people, but luckily I’ve grown indifferent to these things."
Soone heard what she said and suddenly pointed to the side, shouting, "Miss Bell, there’s a monster over there!"
"Kill! Where, where, see stab it to death!"
Bell imdiately transford into a terrifying grandma, springing up wielding her hunter’s staff with fierce montum.
"...." Everyone fell into silence seeing her like this.
To be honest, it’s you, old lady, who has changed the most, right?
"Mr. Fanen, how much longer do you plan on playing? Our goal this ti is that cetery, isn’t it?"
After exploring Yarn, the map of this city beca increasingly clear, which included a cetery that no one had ever ventured into before.
Just standing outside, one could hear the roars of beasts and the horrible sounds of slicing flesh coming from the cetery, making it feel like entering would surely encounter formidable enemies, so people dared not rush in, waiting for Fanen to start the exploration.
Not long after, having had enough fun, Fanen finally led people to the cetery, it seed his stress had been quite relieved.
The cetery was quite far from Yarn Center, with many dangers along the way. The closer they got to the cetery, the less frequently people ventured into these areas, resulting in a lack of information, and thus increasing the likelihood of encountering danger. Therefore, supplies were consud more rapidly, and people’s faces grew more solemn.
The cetery was almost in sight, but just then, people suddenly noticed sothing.
"Look, there’s yet another house with a lit lamp."
Wiping off the monster blood splattered on his face, Fanen smiled and said, "There’s still a Yarn person in such a place? Let’s take a break here and prepare for the upcoming battle, I’ll go relax a bit."
Everyone shook their heads helplessly, letting him be.
This ti, is it a man or a woman inside the house, curses, or mockery? What kind of monster should I bring to scare them?
While pondering in his mind, he knocked on the door and asked, "Anyone there?"
However, contrary to his expectations, a timid little girl’s voice ca from behind the door.
"Hmm, are you a hunter? I don’t recognize your voice, but I know this sll, it’s the hunter’s sll,"
Fanen didn’t expect a question like that and blinked, responding, "Yes."
Who would be familiar with a hunter’s scent?
"If you are a hunter... may I ask you to help find my mom?"
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