Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 625 - Chapter 625 Chapter 545 Pride

Chapter 625: Chapter 545 Pride Chapter 625: Chapter 545 Pride There was no direct enhancement in strength, and Roger felt somewhat disappointed, but after some careful thought, his mindset quickly became peaceful.

After all, it hadn’t been too long since the last time the Hunter’s Cabin was upgraded to level ten. Although it felt like his strength hadn’t improved significantly, the fact was the level increase at the Demon Hunter training base had still provided a great deal of help to Roger.

Firstly, there was the Hunter’s Badge. This item could actually bypass the suppression formed by both the Eastern and Western worlds, allowing him to exert his combat power to the fullest.

Moreover, this ability affected not only Roger but also many future Demon Hunters like him.

Currently within the range covered by the Cursed Cabin, Roger hadn’t felt much, but if he entered Everworld, the constant feeling of rejection surrounding him should lessen a lot or even disappear completely.

Spiritual Light Residence was a newly acquired ability. It seemed to offer no help in the short term, yet as time passed and the number of Demon Hunters increased, even a slight improvement in comprehending new Sword Seals would have a profound impact.

As for Fraction Heritage, on the surface, it looked like a move that was damaging to oneself and not beneficial to others. However, when it came to cultivating core members, the advantage was too obvious.

After all, Roger’s own progress was astonishing, and the part of the power he lost could be regained in a short time, as long as it wasn’t particularly severe.

More importantly, those who received his Inheritance Seeds would subconsciously feel much more affinity and respect for Roger.

It wasn’t direct coercive control, but it was very important in the stage of rapidly expanding one’s power.

Powerful Transcendents may not be scarce, but truly loyal people certainly were.

The Cat Fraction’s heritage could now be officially practiced, although it lacked the most core Sword Seal, but this would only affect the progress near reaching the Third Tier.

Roger organized it and upon opening, he found that the simple training methods contained many things that seemed to be but were not.

This was an essence of integration.

If he had mastered such a training method in the beginning, Roger’s promotion speed would also have been much faster.

Goway’s people would still need some time to digest the effects of the Green Grass Potion and to entirely complete this trial.

From what he could see, Goway seemed to want to keep Roger around after not seeing him for a few days. At this time, Roger naturally would not do anything ridiculous, so he didn’t return to the Fairy Tale World.

With a thought, the scenery before his eyes changed, and the rocks embedded in the cave walls emitted light.

Roger took a deep breath and at the same time felt a warmth in his chest. He tore open his clothes, and a faint pattern on the surface of his skin gradually faded, then disappeared.

That was the head of an unknown creature, and perhaps each person would see a different pattern on it.

“As expected.”

Roger clenched his fist tight, Pale Blood’s power surged, and the suppression from Everworld nearly vanished. Even if there was no significant increase in strength, Roger felt much more confident about his next actions.

In fact, if he wished, he could now force out the Alder Sword Seal, though it might be a bit weaker and require frequent repairs later.

But after considering, Roger felt it was still a bit too forced at this time, and even if he forcibly deduced it, the effect in combat might not be that great.

“I just wanted to fix a sword, but in the end, it turned into this situation.”

With a thought, the Sword of Destiny appeared in his hand. Roger ran his hand over the Sword Spine, having already decided to leave this place after dawn.

He couldn’t stay here any longer. He felt somewhat uneasy in his heart. After killing Uchiyama Mamoru and the pathway fractured, they were randomly flung to this place.

Although the chance was small, he still needed to consider the possibility of being tracked by the Ran’ei Divine Master.

Mount Akagi.

This was a vast expanse of crimson mountains stretching for hundreds of kilometers, partly because the mountain itself was close to red, and partly because the flames surging in the earth’s veins made the temperature here extremely high.

Ordinary plants simply couldn’t survive here, and the red smoke tumbling through the mountains could easily kill wild beasts and humans.

Yet, in this hot and harsh territory, surrounded by mountains, stood a huge walled city.

At this moment, far from the city on a solitary peak, Aian San, clad in white, gazed into the distance.

“Is he here?”

Aian San muttered to himself, his attire somewhat resembling that of the Ran’ei Divine Master, yet adorned with many complex patterns at the cuffs and collar.

“This is the place with the highest probability.”

Hiss!

A centipede, sporting a human face, crawled out from a crevice in the nearby rocks, its girth as thick as a human arm, its facial features stiff–at closer inspection, however, they were merely naturally occurring patterns.

Clearly, someone was controlling the centipede to communicate remotely with Aian San.

“I’ve made some arrangements, and if that old man jumps out… hehe.”

“Who allowed you to make decisions on your own?”

Aian San frowned, “Leave the rest to me; you head to the Unsui Shrine territory. The Divine Master said that Yukiko Morita and a few odd characters are very likely to have gone there.”

“One of them is quite strong, don’t take them lightly,” Aian San cautioned.

“They all entered here through abnormal means; they should be easy to find.”

“Heh, some people’s status hasn’t improved much, but they’re starting to talk big.”

The centipede moved along the ground, its rustling faint, “I may not be as strong as you, but I have lived longer, so you don’t need to lecture me on this kind of experience.”

The chitinous shell on the centipede’s body rubbed together, producing an ear-piercing noise, “If you can catch Michihiro Morita, at least more than half the credit will be mine.”

The person controlling the centipede stated unapologetically.

“No, you’re wrong,” said Aian San with a laugh, shaking his head, an unmistakably arrogant smile on his face.

“If I can catch him, it will entirely be because of your credit.”

“Oh?”

The centipede, slithering on the ground, suddenly stopped, giving off a sense of surprise despite its lack of features.

“Haha.”

“Of course…” Aian San’s smile faded.

“Of course, it’s because you did such a poor job, that even if you had been slightly better, you should’ve found Michihiro Morita before I took over.”

“If that had been the case, where would my chance be today?”

“Wouldn’t you agree?!”

With that, he stepped forward.

Crack!

The centipede’s body broke apart where it was stepped on, black liquid gushing out from the shell and seeping into the rocks below, emitting a squeaking sound.

Kicking away the centipede’s body like trash, Aian San’s expression remained calm, “Try not to die before I take care of this side of things.”

The light flickered within Aian San; he was a proud man. Even though he had received teachings from the Ran’ei Divine Master that day, a paranoid thought had simultaneously emerged deep within him.

He had to personally catch Michihiro Morita–and that one… that one whom the Ran’ei Divine Master had specifically instructed him about.

After capturing Michihiro Morita and completing the main task, he would settle that matter too.

He was intent on proving himself to the Ran’ei Divine Master–proving his excellence!

Proving even the Divine Master could be wrong.

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