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Blinking, two months had passed. The Soldier-Level Hunter Team returned to Wanderer's Home, rejuvenated from their training, and entered the establishment.
After more than two months of changes, the previously chaotic state of Wanderer's Home had been restored. Now, there was a whole morning available for accepting missions. However, this Hunter Team arrived late this time. The server glanced at the man in front of him and felt a jolt in his heart; this man looked truly terrifying, and his body fat seemed to have been significantly reduced. It was indeed rare to see a hunter with such well-developed muscles.
After all, being a hunter was an extremely risky profession where life and death hung by a thread. Most of them engaged in body sculpting practices, but they wouldn’t push themselves to such extremes. Typically, they would focus on regular training to achieve a balanced physique. Excess weight could sometimes lead to imbalances that indirectly harmed muscle health, which was not worth the risk. They took high-paying jobs primarily to escape poverty at home.
Yet, the people before him were quite peculiar, especially the tallest and most rugged-looking man. At that moment, the server instinctively took a step back. Judging by appearances, this man resembled a robber; the wealth generated by Wanderer's Home rivaled that of any bank, making it a prime target for thieves during quiet midday hours.
“Quickly call the police,” the server shouted.
“Uh, what’s going on? How did it come to this? Oh dear, there are definitely more people here than before; what a disappointment! What happened to them? Call the police—has something happened?” The rugged man responded loudly. Although he was merely making small talk, his voice was so booming that it left the server momentarily stunned.
“Uh, I think they might have misunderstood something,” spoke a young man with a fair complexion who appeared to be in his twenties. Their appearances had indeed changed significantly; through body sculpting, they had also altered their looks, especially their hairstyles. Each one now resembled mercenaries ready for action. Notably, Xiong Tai had dyed his hair blonde and wore military green shorts paired with shiny black boots and carried a heavy Wolf Fang Club, looking every bit like a fearsome thug.
“Hello, we are the Soldier-Level Hunter Team. We’ve returned to resume our team activities and would like you to take us to the office,” said a kind-faced young man with trimmed facial hair and a trendy hairstyle. He looked very cheerful; someone unfamiliar might mistake him for a singer or celebrity. His gentle response eased the server's panic somewhat, especially since the towering figure behind him was indeed intimidating. The server also noticed the emblem on the man's chest—it was indeed proof of being the highest-ranking Commander within a Hunter Team.
His strength and status were on par with anyone in the group; this young man must be formidable as well. The server felt overwhelmed until a middle-aged manager rushed out from behind and approached them with careful inquiries followed by apologies. The manager chuckled and said, “Haha! I apologize; our staff are all newcomers doing this for the first time. Although this place looks like an accounting firm, it is actually one of the most dangerous spots around! Not long ago, some robbers broke in here to steal from us. Fortunately, there were several hunters present at that time who managed to resolve the crisis before the police arrived. We can’t afford too many incidents like that with our older staff around! If you have business here, let’s talk in my office.”
Freyr nodded and followed the manager into an adjacent room. After some explanations cleared up misunderstandings, even Xiong Tai couldn’t help but laugh.
Indeed, Xiong Tai’s current appearance was quite eccentric; if he wore a mask on the street, he would surely be stopped by police for questioning. When the police arrived later and heard the manager's explanation, they understood what had transpired and left with their officers.
In these two months, they had missed many changes happening outside; even Wanderer's Home had become so organized that it resembled a bank—though it wasn’t one but rather a data processing hub.
It specialized in handling adventurers like them who undertook missions and dealt with various disputes arising from Scores.
Although things had been formalized, processing issues became much simpler; verbal communication sufficed for most matters without needing additional steps. As long as there was internet access available, they could directly inquire with customer service about related issues. While it sounded complicated at first glance, understanding the process made it straightforward.
Since it was their first time here, the manager assisted them in completing their team’s unfreezing process which required three members present simultaneously to activate sound waves, eye scans, and fingerprints. Since this was their first time as well, the procedure went smoothly as they walked through VIP channels—clearly indicating that even the manager held high hopes for their team.
After more than half an hour spent finalizing their mission registration process, they all exhaled deeply; from now on, missions would resume once again—though they couldn’t accept any tasks until at least tomorrow morning.
However, the moment they had been eagerly anticipating finally arrived—the allocation of items. Coupled with the previous promise from the President of the association, they were entitled to receive a designated item from Wanderer's Home. To their surprise, they requested a top-tier Alchemical Weapon, Breaking Dawn. This weapon contained an Alchemical Matrix that could automatically amplify the user's power. The amplified arrows could transform into two primary forms: power amplification and speed amplification.
The destructive power of the power amplification was terrifying, capable of producing explosive force, which was referred to as explosive arrows—an impressive name indeed.
With speed amplification, maneuverability increased significantly, allowing one arrow to be shot a thousand miles away, resulting in accelerated arrows powered by kinetic energy.
Both types of arrows were quite ordinary in their operation and required the user to expend physical strength. A regular person would likely need to rest after firing just three shots due to the immense energy expenditure. Moreover, if the draw weight did not reach a certain level, it would not be easy to use. With the Shooting Sun, combined with Alchemical Arrow Feathers, the power of those feathers would continue to enhance.
Furthermore, even without those Alchemical Arrow Feathers, ordinary feathers could still rival most firearms.
Upon learning that what they needed was this Shooting Sun Cold Weapon, the server who had taken their request immediately called for the manager. When the manager saw the note left by the President, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Since it's from the President, it can be done. Bring in more young and strong individuals to handle that bow."
"The Shooting Sun is a hard bow weighing five hundred pounds. Although Mr. Ross is its owner, if he cannot draw it or gain its recognition, he should consider switching to another weapon; keeping it would be pointless," said the manager.
"You are partially correct but also mistaken. The Shooting Sun is an Alchemical Weapon; its operation relies on elemental forces. While ordinary people possess some Elemental Power, without recognition, it is useless. Therefore, when an ordinary person uses this bow, they exhaust their strength. Our existence allows us to inject an appropriate amount of Elemental Power into the Shooting Sun's Alchemical Matrix to create resonance. This makes it much easier to activate its recognition mode. Its clumsiness stems from this; otherwise, you can have your people bring it over for me to try," Ross replied while waving his hand dismissively.
The manager fell silent because he could not escape their entanglement no matter what he did; his mind was already made up. It was only a matter of whether they had the capability to take it away. Shortly after, the door opened, and seven or eight muscular men struggled to carry pieces of the Sunshoot Bow toward them. They looked as if they were carrying a mountain; if it couldn't be used later on, they would have to carry it up the stairs since even the elevator couldn't handle its weight—it had to be carried down step by step.
The manager swallowed hard as he watched; one of the tiles on the floor cracked under its weight when placed down. If they couldn't take it away, that would be best; this Sunshoot Bow was already considered a top-tier Cold Weapon but not in first place due to inherent differences—some close-combat weapons could be far deadlier and less daunting. However, given how awkward things seemed now, if they truly took it away, he would only have a piece of paper in hand; after all, no one expected that promise from the President would lead to such trouble. Yet he couldn't afford to lose his job and face severe reprimands from his superiors.
These weapons underwent extensive polishing and took considerable time for Alchemical Masters to create Alchemical templates. For such a low-level Soldier-Level Hunter Team, if an Advanced Hunter Guild came later seeking this item and failed, it would also spell disaster? Wanderer's Home had countless items with a reputation within the community; however, if they couldn't meet hunters' needs overnight, their reputation would plummet overnight as well—this manager could easily become a scapegoat.
Although they were at the bottom tier of Hunter Teams, the manager certainly couldn't afford to offend them; any one of them could easily take on seven or eight muscular men in a duel. He hoped that once they achieved success in their careers later on, they wouldn't come back looking for trouble; what he feared most was incurring their wrath now only for them to rise higher in position later on—these matters were not trivial for him as a manager. He feared offending people even unintentionally; thus he felt quite anxious about it all.
However, Ross displayed astonishing arm strength here as he took a deep breath and pulled back the bow until it reached his knee before dropping it due to its weight. Someone nearby chuckled lightly at this sight. But on his second attempt, he exerted some effort and lifted the Shooting Sun up—a sight that left everyone astonished. His training had significantly enhanced his muscles; lifting this bow was no longer an issue for him. Now that they were in initial setup mode, appropriate amounts of Elemental Power needed to be injected to activate its recognition mode.
Ordinary people generally couldn't master Ability and lacked Elemental Power altogether; hence their awkwardness with such weapons. However, some individuals were immune to elements and thus could never lift such Alchemical Weapons—even if their arm strength and training were astonishing—they would always face resistance. These individuals fell into lower categories; they were considered ordinary people.
It seems that among the seven or eight people who managed to endure, some had formed elements quite well. However, due to the unevenness and the varying strengths of individuals, without systematic training, it was indeed possible that some couldn't even lift a bow. The reason why Hunters were so strong was precisely because their training systems were different. Even if those systems were stolen and learned by others, very few could endure under such conditions, as these training methods were scientifically recognized as nearly self-destructive; ordinary people might truly struggle to handle them.
Ross lifted the bow, focusing intently on the center of Shooting Sun to generate a Core. Concentrating, a faint white light appeared in his palm, gently flowing into the core at the center. Gradually, the core began to glow brighter, and the bow seemed to come alive, faintly trembling.
Ross lovingly wiped away a layer of dust from the top with a handkerchief and slung it over his shoulder, appearing nonchalant.
At this sight, the manager was dumbfounded. He never expected such extraordinary manipulation. Having seen quite a bit in his life, he found this unprecedented. The nearby security guards realized they couldn't intervene; it was against regulations, or they would be abandoned by the entire industry chain.
"Alright, now this bow belongs to me," Ross waved his hand and turned to look at the dazed manager. "So, is there anything else you need, manager?"
"Uh, uh, sure, sure," the manager stammered.
The elves watching this scene were at a loss for how to respond to such helplessness but felt compelled to say something.
"Uh, right! We still need to go upstairs to check out some exhibits. Can we do that now?" Freyr hurriedly asked, thinking about how much Score they still had left; it would be a shame not to spend it all at once since the amount was quite substantial. The manager wasn't one to miss an opportunity either; he recalled that a few months ago a server had mentioned that a Soldier-Level Hunter Team had accumulated 100,000 Reward Points in Score. At first, he thought it was a system glitch but later discovered they had completed an astonishing task without any guidance or assistance. Since then, the Administrator of Wanderer's Home had gotten into trouble and fled; the police were still tracking them down.
The manager swallowed hard and awkwardly smiled. "Of course! You can go now; I'll send a server with you for explanations. If possible, I’d like to accompany you as well." This sudden change in the manager took everyone by surprise; the security guards exchanged glances and discreetly stepped back.
"No need; we’ve already understood everything beforehand and can read it ourselves," Freyr replied with a smile.
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