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Hunter in Black

This is a world of combat and magic, where adventurers thrive, leveling up, and killing monsters for loots and glory. But that's not the story I'm here to tell. Decades have passed since All-father, the world's Creator, ended the ever catastrophic conflict between humans and dragons. Lives have fallen from both sides, leaving humanity only able to support their last haven, the capital city of Ratna Kingdom. And now that they're at their weakest, someone wanted to carve a tombstone for their grave. He was called the Pretender, a figure disguised as All-father himself. He travels through the continent with a quest to gather forces from those who fell victim to humanity's sins. If no one puts an end to this act, then catastrophe will surely come knocking on the kingdom's door. So a call was made to prevent this. A Veteran Hunter and his apprentice were dispatched to take down each of the leaders under the Pretender's influence. He himself was a mysterious one, dressed in black, hiding behind a bear mask. Not a lot was known about the Hunter, not his race, not his family, not his face. Though one thing is for sure, he's damn good at his job.

PolarMuttaqin · Fantasy
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131 Chs

Corruption

"This place… we're on the other side of the bridge!" As the ever enchanting night-like spell ended, the three of them were safely taken away from the reach of those hunting vampires. The teleportation was successful.

"Wait— the vampire—" 

Before Celene was able to finish her sentence, a hazy cold smoke fumed around the person they just met. A dim light glowed from his body and soon it turned into another shape. As those smoke perish, a completely different figure appeared.

Silver hair. Sky blue eyes. Snow-like skin. A suit shaded fully in cold white. Only one creature in this world can pull such a sinister appearance.

"You— you are a human!?"

A being who possessed the greatest intellect and the ever-cold element of ice. Their civilization might have suffered from the threat of extinction, but they're still the great messenger of winter.