Hunter of the Perished World

It rained for a long time. The storm doesn't let up, but the water continues to flow underground. But the point is, the water flowed in, but it didn't kick in.

Leona gazes at the stream of water coming out of the hole.

"Mister."

"Why."

"Whatever's in there, don't you think it's fucked?"

It's been days since the stream started flowing out of the hole, so the inside must have been a sea of water no matter what. Gene nods without answering.

"Then why isn't anyone getting out?"

"They've all been dead for a long time, or they've gone somewhere else, or both. There may not be only one entrance."

"Really?"

But Gene said it, but he didn't think it was an electron. It was destroyed a long time ago, so the smell here was quite fresh. Gene put a little weight on the possibility of escaping somewhere else. However, Gene was also aware of a completely different third possibility.

"But something more... It smells awful."

With the rain coming in, Jean smells a strange smell that is qualitatively different from the smell of this warehouse, whether the air inside is pushed out.

"I'll have to check."

I don't know how many more days I have to stay here, but if I don't know exactly what this horrible smell is, I won't be relieved.

"Me, me?"

"You wait here."

Gene enters the hole through which the stream flows. It was dark all around, and Gene crawled into a narrow space. Of course, it was dark everywhere, and Gene stepped forward, stuttering on the wall. The hole faces down.

'It smells like CP.'

Even the smell from the inside was strange enough to make me feel bad and gloomy. The camp kept crawling because it was like swimming in muddy water.

Gin pulls herself out of the hole and out of the darkness.

'I'm going to need a fluoroscope.'

Gene took out a night-vision scope that operates as a chip and mounted it. You can use the Flash, but it would be foolish to expose yourself to light in a place where there is no flash.

'Stairs....'

The opening was a passageway connecting the basement of one building with the basement of another. The stairs are blocked by collapsed concrete.

You drilled a hole to use the collapsed basement. '

Kuwoowoo!

A tremendous amount of water pours into the cracks in the collapsed concrete. Stairs were a one-way street, and the passageway was wide.

Is that a bunker? '

The stairs leading down to the basement were wide enough to be understood as bunkers made before the destruction. The concrete wall is old, but strong, and the rainwater continues to pour down, but it's going down indefinitely.

'Hmm…. Looks like a bunker for VIPs to me.'

This site was neither the size of Satan nor the troops, but Gene couldn't understand that there was a bunker of this size. However, it was not unusual for North Korea to have a bunker like this built in an army facility before its destruction.

'Whatever the purpose, it's important who's here now.'

The scent of glamour creeps into the bunker. There's definitely something in this basement. The passageway is an entry hole, and the air is coming from the collapsed concrete opening.

It was a truly optimal environment for hiding.

Kuaaaa!

Fortunately, the sound of Gene going down is fading away from the sound of the water. The stairs were an outer path down the stairs, and the smell of the rain became stronger as you descended.

'It definitely smells like CP, but there's something mixed up....'

When you carefully reach the bottom of the bunker, an alert mixed voice strikes Gin's ear.

"Stop, don't come any closer, huntsman."

"……."

"There is no quest for you here. So take a step back."

The sound of someone coming from the place where Jean could not see was unpleasant, as if it were boiling blood.

"Did you know I was here?"

Gene replied.

"I'm blocking the entrance, but it's weird not to know. Leave anyway. I won't say anything until you avoid the rain. When the storm passes, it disappears silently."

"If more rain comes, this place will be underwater. Don't you worry about that?"

"That's our problem. It's not a matter for a hunter to think of, and just because there's a hunter doesn't stop raining."

"Us..." It's a group. '

The opposing team knows Gin and Leona are blocking the entrance, and they're blocking their way in just in case.

"Well, I know when to be curious because scavengers aren't businessmen. But I don't want to be with a suspicious neighbor in a storm that doesn't know when it's gonna stop."

"Hey, you're the ones from the destination. You don't have the right to do anything because you've won us over."

"I think it's 200 years too late to claim property, my friend. I don't want to fight, but I need to know who you are."

Even if it was unnecessary to know, Jin decided to stay here until the storm passed, so she had no intention of living with any suspicious people. If he hadn't come in, Gene had to know the identity of this suspicious smell.

"Is this because the Musai are the best? Okay, I know how hunters work. But remember."

The invisible warner speaks in a bloodshot voice.

"You're not the only one who thinks an attack is the best defense."

"... Are you a hunter?"

On the other side of Gene's question, someone slowly walked out. He frowned when he saw the person who appeared in the infrared scope. He says.

"Once upon a time. Not right now."

"…… Vegabond."

The man's whole body had black smoke rising like mist, and the hooded man's body was simply engulfed in black darkness. So in Gene's view, it was just a black mass.

A person addicted to CP becomes a monster by the name of a vagrant. They're mostly CP junkies. Soon, there is a risk of becoming a monster if you are frequently exposed to CP.

But more than anyone, hunters who hunt monsters and extract blue chips are also exposed to large amounts of CP for a long time. Drugs make you a monster fast. Become a monster gradually through long-term exposure. There is a simple difference, but in this case there is a huge difference.

Monster hunters usually retain themselves.

That's why they're called Vegabonds, not vagabonds.

They are not called demons, but some have become more monstrous monsters than others. After the demon's extinction, the most terrible monster in the world was usually a wanderer.

Being a hunter means being a veteran until he becomes a pear bond, and there's nothing worse than being a monster than being a hunter, a master of hunting and combat.

Naturally, Gene felt the nerves all over his body. I don't think I can handle a Poisonous Dog.

"I say it one last time. Stand down."

"What are you doing here? I'll back off if I hear that."

"... he's persistent."

The veteran recognizes the veteran. Just as Gene is wary of vagrants, the vagrant also knows that Gene is not in the mood. It is better for both of them to survive than for one of them to die.

Therefore, the force struggle will be postponed at the latest.

"We are preparing to head to Betrayer's Hut."

"You've come a long way."

"That's why we need more preparation. It's none of your business. Get out of my way."

"Sure."

Gene slowly retreats from the stairs. The wanderer is in the dark, watching Gene turn back toward the opening, and Gene also does not put his gun down until the end. Then Gene realized the identity of the nasty smell below.

It was a stench of CP and odor from the vagrants' bodies. Vagabond was preparing to gather the vagrants for the BH for some reason. Smells full of glamour are probably because they're making medicine to keep the vagrants rational.

Betrayer's Hut meant the only area where vagrants could live, both by humans and monsters. The journey to BH will not usually be a long journey, gathering the vagabonds who are not in serious condition to stagnate the monstrosity.

Gene couldn't figure out why the Vagabond did what he did. Only he wasn't hostile, and Gene was enough.

Fighting against Bagabond is an absolute business that leaves no Susie behind after winning or losing. That's why Jean sighed of relief.

Leona, who came out of the hole, urgently asked.

"What happened?"

"Well, there was something. It's nothing to worry about."

"…… what?"

As long as there is a Vagabond, the vagrants in the basement have no reason to attack Gin and Leona. Leona asks what that means, but Jean doesn't answer. The storm was still raging.

Regrettably, Gene and Vagabond didn't come to terms with the two neighbors not crossing paths.

The hurricane stayed quite a long time, and it was the fifth day of its arrival. Gene wakes up in the middle of the night to the thunder coming from the hole.

Get in! Get in!

Oh, no... No... Help me... I'm hungry...

Wait till it stops raining!

Sharp noises sounded by the sound of thunderstorms were enough to make Jean's nerves tingle. I glanced up as I slept to see if Leonardo had heard the crisis.

"What, what?"

"Something's about to happen."

Queek! Queek!

I need medicine... Give me the pills!

No drugs! Release the inhibitors!

I can't stand it! I can't stand it! I don't want to take that fucking pill anymore! I need to chew the chip!

The sound coming from the inside is getting closer.

And I don't want to be stuck in a place like this anymore!

Bang, bang!

And then the sound of something banging began to ring.

'Are the vagrants crazy...?'

The noise was not an opening, but a sound of something big pushing something away. Probably the sound of smashing a pile of concrete filled with bunkers.

"Well, what the... Shit, what's going on..."

Leona is anxious and restless.

I told you there was a hunter!

If he's a hunter, he's got a chip!

You need 20 Shards to make medicine for a week!

Stop it, you bastards!

Vagabonds are drug addicts, and even if the monstrosity progresses, the addiction does not stop. That's how most vagrants become shark-eating monsters.

Bang, bang!

The sound of smashing the concrete pile echoes roughly, and Gene pulls out his weapon with a stiff look.

'The number is roughly…. Seven or more. It was a mistake to believe that Vagabond would be in control.'

Gene draws his weapon and thinks. Assuming there are seven vagabonds out there fighting, the storm will mask Gene's position. If you fight while avoiding, it's not hard to hunt them all.

But the important thing is not some drug-addicted vagrant.

'If you think about the situation with the boats, it's going to be quite difficult, but you'd better hide and take your place.'

"Let's go."

"Yes."

Without a long explanation, Leona recognized Jean's intentions just by saying that. Jean said with Leona on her back.

"Hold on tight. The wind is still strong."

"Got it."

Gene comes straight out of the basement and into a storm ruin.

Bang, bang!

Then, the concrete pile on the right explodes. It was rainy and even at night, and I couldn't get a clear line of sight. Gene runs to the other side of the sound and hides himself in the outer bush. Gene watched the situation after fitting a buckshot magazine to an AKM adapted to use 5.56 mm ammunition.

I wanted to see the battle in the middle of the war as much as possible.

Krrrrrrr!

Leona's face tingles in the rain, but her breath is still breathless and her mouth doesn't tingle. The scorching winds were hard for Leona to stand alone.

However, Gene does not forget his eyes and is looking at the exact spot where the sound is coming from.

Krrrrrrr!

When the lightning flashes, Gene finds a group of elders who escaped from the presumed bunker entrance. There were a total of eight, all of them halfway through the monstrosity. Looks like the big guy came through the concrete.

'I hid in a bunker and became a monster, so I couldn't get out at all...'

They rely on inhibitors to stay rational, but they will lose their minds and become monsters as soon as their medicine wears off.

But beyond that, there is no hope. They had already crossed the line because of their desire for drugs. It could have been a long underground life, or it could have been a timeless storm.

‘Looks like they made enough inhibitors in the bunker to go to BH... ’

However, the drifters who were mindful of the inhibitors eventually lost their minds because they couldn't forget their thirst for drugs. Killing the breath of progress, he's timing to attack in the rain. Vagabond tries to calm the wanderers down, but it's too late.

The vagrants were already losing their minds.

Flash!

Once again, the wanderer looks around in the direction of Gene, lying facedown in fear of lightning illuminating his surroundings.

"Oops."

The monstrous enemy's cognitive abilities outperform Gin's. The giant, who can surpass, starts to charge towards the camp.

“Queeeek!”

The monstrosity makes other vagrants rush to the camp, and Gene calmly gets up and tries to pull the trigger.

But first,

Qajik!

“Oops.”

The massive vagrant's body is swallowed up by a mass of black mist.

“Queek!”

Woodpeck! Phew! Qajik!

The fog begins to swallow the creature like a living animal. Blood splatters, crushes, crumbles, and the vagrant's flesh begins to crumble. But the other drifters, who were already rational, rushed toward Gene with or without their comrades.

And, of course, the black mist swallowed up the other vagrants who came running to Gin.

Woodpeck!

“Gaaaah!”

“Queek!”

The black mist crushes and crushes the monsters, and the sight of the carnivorous chewing was frightening to Jin, who was haunted by the hunt. What happened before Gene's eyes was predation. Monsters under the black mist are literally eaten, leaving nothing but a drop of blood behind.

“Ugh…. I feel nauseous..."

Leona glanced at the scene, not even looking away, and said so. The seven vagrants are eaten away in an instant. All that remains is Gene, Leona, and the ship that reached out from the entrance of the bunker and recovered the black fog.

Krrrrrrr!

In the thundering rain, the ship stands still. For some reason, he gathered the vagrants and tried to go to the BH, but I ended up killing all his crazy friends with my own hands. Jean also gazes silently at Vagabond.

‘This is what a nightmare looks like.... Fortunately, I don't think he's crazy. ’

That black fog was so strange and strange, despite the monster's power. Ghosts use this ability to turn into fog, but it was the first time that fog had eaten anything like a creature.

Hunters are the most terrible monsters. The boathouse proved itself to be true.

The vagrants that Vagabond was trying to take away meant something to him. Leona didn't know it very well, but she could see that the man with black smoke all over his body was feeling very deep hopelessness and sadness.

‘…… What is it? ’

But Leona found her feelings rather odd.

I'm not guessing emotions in the silence and the agony of that ship. Leona really-senses the feelings of the wanderer flowing into her mind. That's what it feels like. I feel 'not‘ like that. ’I was sure.

It was desperate to know the depths of what was passed on to Leona.

Vagabond also looked directly at Leona's side, not Gene's. That moment of subtle empathy was not only shared with Leona, but also with him.

Leona hugs Gin harder, and Vagabond disappears into the storm without approaching Gin and Leona.