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The incident involving the Parasite Beast has come to a close, but Fetter's recovery process may take longer than anticipated. Without the intervention of Gene Pills and advanced nutritional supplements, the time required for healing has increased.
The doctor is at a loss with the unconscious Fetter. While maintaining health is important, that should fall within the realm of a Health Practitioner rather than a general physician.
Even though privileges have been set aside and medical equipment and medicines can be used without limits, relying too heavily on external medications to shorten recovery time can lead to an increase in the likelihood of many future complications.
Fetter will not be able to adapt to high-risk missions once he recovers.
Moreover, the association still needs a Star Hunter like him to charge into battle. Fetter's strength not only commands great respect among hunters but also comes with a notorious reputation built from his high-risk mission records. Following him could lead to unexpected glory or sacrifice.
According to the malicious rumors circulating, Fetter would not hesitate to draw his long knife and pierce the heart of a comrade, even when there was a significant chance of saving them. He would then decapitate the body and leave it in the wilderness, all in pursuit of more Score.
After this sudden incident, many have come to understand Fetter's true choices when confronted with danger.
It is believed that soon, those scattered rumors will be dispelled without any need for defense.
After being unconscious for a week, Fetter finally regained consciousness, but he was still not allowed to get out of bed. His body was confined in a straightjacket, bound by two black chains that restricted even the slightest movement of his arms. He could barely wiggle his fingers; was this punishment or special care?
In his current state, he resembled a madman locked away in a psychiatric hospital rather than someone receiving special attention.
During this time, he had no idea how many nutritional supplements had been pumped into his body, yet he felt that this period had allowed him to rediscover some joy in living.
Slyland City has made significant progress.
The narrow streets are fraught with difficulties during patrols, with numerous incidents resembling urban warfare occurring frequently.
Weak Larvae crawl out, attempting to launch attacks on humans. However, their timing is off; once exposed, they are swiftly turned into a mass of pulp.
As long as Larvae continue to emerge relentlessly, it is clear that they still pose a threat to humanity. Not only above ground but also in the filthy and stinking underground sewer systems, every inch must be searched thoroughly.
In dark and damp places, insects breed unchecked, with a single pair capable of producing thousands. Their reproduction rate is astonishingly fast; if any species of the Zerg survives for more than a year, soon the surrounding environment becomes uninhabitable for humans.
A rustling sound echoed continuously, a faint noise suddenly flashing into everyone's view from the darkness.
This was an abandoned factory, where the acrid smell of kerosene was overwhelming, forcing people to wear Oxygen Masks just to enter freely.
Freyr had been assigned to a team early on, partnering with nine experienced hunters.
As they patrolled the outskirts of the abandoned factory area, an older Old Hunter confidently assured them that nothing would happen and that they could safely stay the night.
The only discomfort came from the pungent smell of kerosene, but it was nothing that would cause harm after just one night.
However, the filthy and chaotic environment, coupled with the sensitive odors and the rancid smell of rusting kerosene machinery, made even rats reluctant to venture here. This place had become unrecognizable; without food supplies, no one would be foolish enough to come here.
"Ah, it seems experience doesn't always count for much," the older Old Hunter chuckled awkwardly.
"What? Is it time for apologies now? Look ahead."
In a moment of panic, all the searchlights immediately converged, their beams focusing on the darkness ahead.
The rustling sound originated from these bizarre creatures.
They appeared somewhat deformed, resembling shadowy figures at least standing upright, with long green tails. This was no normal human fetus shape; it looked more like a severely infected insect larva.
"Strange!" At this moment, a rare voice broke through the tension—one belonging to a Golden-Haired man in the team. His eyes sparkled like gold. He usually wore a melancholic expression and exuded a deep seriousness, occasionally flipping through a book. He cleared his throat and explained, "It's an insect I've never seen before—no classification, no exceptions. It's a new species."
"Heh heh, if it's a new species, then let's find out!"
The Strange Man, cigar clenched between his teeth, pulled out a gleaming long-barreled shotgun from somewhere. This kind of shotgun had enough power to shatter a deer’s leg with its lead pellets.
He chuckled lightly and pulled the trigger.
With a loud bang, a grotesque insect-like creature, the most misshapen of its kind, was hit. Its head snapped back violently as it struggled and fell to the ground. Suddenly, a series of rustling sounds erupted once more.
The cacophony of noise intertwined, creating an especially jarring sound that made his eardrums throb painfully.
However, just when he thought the creature had been killed by the lead shot, it flipped over and looked at the man with a big head, grinning as it did so.
At that moment, it was clear that the insect was not yet defeated.
Without knowing the species, there were no specific weaknesses to target. Unless the Hunters could identify those weaknesses, which were typically discovered through repeated battles, they would remain elusive.
This was an inevitable outcome; it was just that the process of gathering intelligence was somewhat dirty and bloody.
Hunters usually went straight to work after training at the Hunter Association. The so-called training involved teaching all the basic skills first, while detailed information could later be found in their intelligence network.
The association's intelligence network contained all known details about the Zerg. Through DNA comparisons, they had data on the Queen Mother and predictions about successful pairings that could lead to superior genetic embryos in the future.
However, there were always exceptions; some creatures fell outside of their data.
The power of lead pellets could break the bones of an adult deer, but did the heads of embryonic insects possess material harder than bone?
This was still an unformed embryonic insect in its hatching process, not yet developed into a healthy specimen.
A deformed embryonic insect was indeed not expected to thrive from birth.
"I can't believe this isn't real."
The man exclaimed dramatically, not even noticing as the large cigar hanging from his mouth fell to the ground.
"What's all the fuss about? This kind of thing has happened before."
"I've recorded the data; my mission is complete."
"If you think a gun can solve everything, what do you need us Hunters for? Taking action now and letting them go free would be dangerous. It's our job to eliminate all potential threats."
A series of energy halos from Ability Transformation suddenly lit up, with at least six Hunters quickly arming themselves with Ability Transformation energy.
"Move aside, Ghost, we don't want to hit you," commanded a man with a bushy beard. It was clearly directed at Freyr, who was still a newcomer among the Hunters. He needed more guidance from the others, and suffering and humiliation were inevitable. Although he had some experience in the field, it only earned him a bit of respect and recognition; deep down, he was still looked down upon by the Old Hunters.
"Please." Freyr paused in surprise and promptly stepped aside.
As soon as he did, the darkness ahead was suddenly illuminated, and the light from behind intensified. The deformed Embryonic Insects barely had time to react before it was too late. One by one, bursts of light exploded forth, accompanied by sharp Dissonance Arrows shooting out. In an instant, the mixed scent of blood and dirt filled the air, and the screams grew louder.
Everything happened so suddenly; this was just how the Old Hunters operated—swift and decisive. Even Freyr never expected them to simply blast everything away without leaving a single survivor for study. But that was merely a young person's thought. The seasoned Old Hunters didn't care about such things; they preferred to keep it simple. The overwhelming attacks from Ability Transformation continued relentlessly, expanding their coverage until the walls nearby collapsed. This assault lasted for about a minute, and when the dust finally settled, not a single Embryonic Insect remained alive.
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