The Demon called Stingè (3).
"Ah, Damn it!" Hunter cursed as he took in a sharp breath of air.
Cain and Susan were seated at the side of the bed of dried grass, undoing his bandages.
The pungent smell of rotting flesh hit them, causing Susan to gag a bit. Cain frowned,
"The wounds are infected and the tissues are already undergoing necrosis. How are you still alive?!"
Susan agreed, "At this of it, even with a string vitality, you should be dead."
A small smile appeared on Hunter's face,
"Well, the Ki Plundering Technique I practice is what has kept me alive all this time. My status screen says I should be dead, but look at me now."
Cain wasn't sure if that was meant as a joke. Shaking his head, Cain frowned deeply,
"What Ki Plundering Technique do you practice?"
Although this was supposed to be confidential information, Hunter didn't even hesitate,
"It is called the {Beast of Ragnarok Ki Plundering Technique}."
Cain frowned, "Ragnarok?"