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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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Quests: Making A Team (part 14)

Quests: Making A Team (part 14)

War between teams;

After applying a lot of tactics and schemes, they were finally able to survive this day. Despite his confidence, Qiao could not have been a hundred percent sure about success.

He was still human.

It was already incredible that after being thrown into this world, he was able to survive for so long and even advance.

"Brother, it is good that we did not lose our hunt," Linwin attacked and spoke at the same time. The monster was almost dead after being injured and then rode like a horse by Qiao. 

Linwin had thought that the whole day would be spent in fending off the bullies. They might have lost the chance for daily quest when the teams surrounded them. He even thought about how he would feel after leaving the Guild. 

Their stay had only expanded to three days and two more days were left for the final registration, a damn rule of the Guild. He did not want to be forced to leave again.