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"Um, no thanks." Freyr was quite clear about what the so-called snacks were; they were probably something like Stinky Tofu, which smelled like something that had wafted out of a toilet. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn—how could anyone eat that?!
To be honest, the fine wine smelled quite nice, and he could consider it.
A long time passed during their conversation.
In that period, he had come to understand everything clearly, including the details about the brain surgery he had undergone and the past events he could not recall.
In fact, that incident had shocked the entire Human Alliance.
These matters were like countless threads of a spider's web, ultimately converging into a single source.
At this moment, Freyr seemed to grasp the truth of the situation; it turned out he had been living in a dream for years.
In reality, he could distinguish between what was real and what was not.
As he stepped out of the association center, Hilbert's words echoed in his mind.
His secretary soon found him; it turned out that his disappearance had enraged his family.
Freyr laid everything bare before his family, resigning from his position at school and abandoning his studies. He hung up the long-frozen Hunter Association medal.
After a night of uproar, he completely severed ties with his family's expectations for him.
He regained recognition from the Hunter Association, but since he hadn't completed any missions for many years, he still needed to undergo an assessment.
Like during his first assessment, he had to stand out among everyone else.
Clearly, this assessment seemed unnecessary.
After all, he was already a recognized hunter with Ability. Through the assessment, he honed his perception skills once again.
Having Ability as a hunter gave him a significant advantage in the final round of chaos.
He ultimately made a decision that no one expected—he single-handedly knocked out all the competitors.
Thus, this assessment was dubbed the most brutal year, with a pass rate of only one percent, as most were eliminated by him.
Even if others wanted to argue, the fact was that his abilities were evident, and he continued to be recognized as a Hunter by the examiners.
Furthermore, he needed to retrieve the frozen Reward Points related to team building.
These points were the foundation for building a team. Even during his absence from being a Hunter, these Reward Points would remain temporarily frozen and would not be deducted.
This was something he didn't need to worry about, thanks to that grand campaign.
Along with the mission to defend Slyland City, the accumulated task points were quite substantial.
He had accumulated 0 Reward Points.
These Scores seemed considerable, but the real issue was no longer whether to continue refreshing tasks; it was about gathering companions.
Originally, the selected Hunters would be assigned to every team that had not completed team building to fill their ranks.
The Soldier-Level Hunter Team would also have ample time and would not have to undertake dangerous missions.
This so-called ample time was merely a shield for rest.
For new Hunters, everything was a first experience. Savoring the joy of success could lead them up the ladder of achievement; this was an undeniable fact. Conversely, experiencing failure could also foster growth.
As long as they did not endure the painful cost of near annihilation, minor failures were bearable. Especially for newcomers, rather than embracing excessive hope, it was better to hone their Willpower in appropriate challenges to make continuous progress.
For now, he still needed to gather companions.
First, he approached his loyal follower, Relock, whose father was also a personal bodyguard for their family.
When Relock was brought into the team-building process, Thunder Father also recognized Freyr's approach. Even as a member, he promised that his son would always be his shield, a disposable pawn ready to die in his place if necessary.
In fact, Freyr did not want teammates who would obey him absolutely; it was unrealistic to expect someone like Relock to change his identity.
After the team-building session, Relock needed to change in the eyes of the other members; that sheepish mentality of blind obedience had to go.
Freyr was prepared to reshape him from the ground up into a tough guy.
However, this marked the true beginning of trouble.
Because beyond this, he couldn't think of anyone else who could join his team-building efforts.
Just then, as the two walked back to an open area, a sudden explosion echoed not far away.
Soon after, shouts of curses filled the air.
Not long ago, there had been a muscular man whose head was half-embedded with metal.
He dragged a heavy metal ball bound with chains, adorned with iron rings on both sides. The bottom featured a raw Metal Ball, which looked quite hefty.
With a swing of the heavy iron ball, an explosive sound erupted.
The three hunters who had fallen before him clearly did not get back up, while the other hunters had already spread out and launched a coordinated attack.
"You bastards! What the hell has gotten into you?" shouted the rugged man.
His voice felt oddly familiar, surprising Freyr with its resonance.
"Hmph! Working with you has been exhausting. We've lost many brothers because of you. You only care about your own kills and completely disregard those around you. We can only take on ordinary to moderate missions now, while you keep accepting high-risk ones. We can't handle your intensity. If you don't leave the team, you'll just end up dead," one of them yelled back.
"What's there to argue about? I can compromise with you," the man continued.
"Bah, to hell with your compromise. You said the same thing last time, and now? You want to pull the same trick again?" someone else chimed in.
"Then let's fight! I'm not afraid!" The man shouted, raising the iron ball and swinging it down quickly.
But at that moment, two people rushed forward, grabbing the man's arms and forcing the iron ball to drop helplessly.
Four or five others followed suit, throwing punches aimed at him with deadly intent.
Although there were internal conflicts within the team, fighting was something that the association had tried to strictly regulate but could never completely banish. After all, sometimes using fists was far more effective than words.
In the end, the muscular man was pinned to the ground by several people, who forced him to press his handprint on the withdrawal agreement.
The frustrated bald man lay on the ground, ceasing his struggles.
The others finally vented their frustrations and enjoyed a precious and ample break.
Once those people had left, the bald man climbed up angrily and shouted, "Hmph! I don't believe you won't be able to survive without us. I can still live just fine!"
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