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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

_Sha · Urbano
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Level Battles 17

Level Battles 17

The hunter fell on his knees. He was exhausted and injured. Qiao reached at his place and faced the monster. It was already preparing for last attack. Qiao focused and commanded his stone. The giant monster was at its last ends still the aura was equally threatening perhaps the previous attack of the hunter severed half of the face. 

Its bloody face looked horrible while the pool of blood was accumulating on the ground. One of the hind legs was broken. One could imagine that battle between these two was abnormal. They had been battling as if their enmity was the result of deep grudge. No one was willing to face defeat even if it was their last breath. 

His arrival let the hunter save his life. The attack fell on the monster. It could not resist much in front of the fresh attack. The monster collapsed. It might have voiced loud and screamed lot of stuff however the severed mouth did not give chance.