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My Last Hunt

[Check out my #WSA story 'The Player's System'] A wicked and greedy hunter who intentionally triggered the broken morgue in search of treasure. He was cursed by the aura of death. Being the high level hunter he was given a chance to cast this curse onto someone else and save himself. He disguised himself in an old woman and stopped a youth walking on the street. To be college student and getting good grades is not enough if you cannot hunt monsters. Bam* “I am your opponent and enemy, you have choice whether to level up or face brutal death in front of your younger sibling. I choose you as my target to sacrifice in place of my mistake and crime. I have offended the ancient sacred soul of Hunter Monarch." “What, why and why in front of younger sibling? How do you know him and who the hell are you?" The youth was forced to drag through the portal and enter in unknown world. (Note: if you are fan of OP MC from the very start of the story then you should not try this.) Author _Sha Story: Original Updates: 2/daily Discord Link: https://discord.gg/U6CHayC

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It Is Annealed

Your Sword is Quite Unique:

Still he was not sure he would find a way in the wilderness. But to look at the weapon of the huntress Qiao was little riveted to ask about it. Such kind of weapons he only saw in the games he played and those were baptized as the most precious in-game weapons, no one could attain them unless reached ascension level or up.     

He was scratching his head when his eyes fell at the weapon in her hand. Until now, he has seen various hunters using various weapons but this was shining transparent. That means it was unique in every way. "This weapon?" he gestured toward the weapon and questioned. 

"It was designed by my mother; though she wanted to design a better level weapon but she feared that hunters would harm me to get the higher level weapon so she used only lower level stones in customizing it." She swayed the transparent sword as if she was proud at the maker of the sword and from her words it was apparent.