Novels by senderssent9

Grone and Tyler walked through the forest, the sounds of their footsteps muffled by the undergrowth. Tyler glanced at Grone. "So, I've reached C-rank, which means I have to give back the necklace." Grone nodded, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "You'll have to give it to me once we arrive. What level did you reach?" "Level 67," Tyler replied, his eyes focused on the trail. A small smile played on Grone's lips. "Hmm… not surprised at this point. I realised you'd grown stronger than me when we fought the White Fang." Tyler shifted his gaze to Grone. "Speaking of the White Fang… is that the evolution of the slither we were talking about?" "Yeah…" Grone confirmed, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I've also been meaning to ask you something. Your blood… there's something strange about it. You said you have a skill that allows you to turn your blood into poison anytime. But when we were fighting that serpent earlier, it was more than that. Your blood… it was melting thi

In the quiet clearing, Tyler stood over Gary's corpse. He stared at the still form, a strange mixture of exhaustion and disorientation washing over him. "Huh," he murmured, a low breath escaping his lips. "I… killed someone."Two system messages appeared:Achievement Unlocked: Third Boss Monster Kill: +20 STRAchievement Unlocked: Kill The White Fang: +30 DEFTyler's stats panel appeared:SPECIES: HumanNAME: Tyler EvansRANK: CLVL: 67CLASS: CraftsmanHP: 314/314 MP: 252/252STR: 277 AGI: 270DEF: 330 STM: 267STATUS: HealthySkills: Armour Craft Lv2, Weapon Craft Lv2, Weapon Mastery, Alchemy, Accessory Craft, Acid Blood, ChamberEquipped Skills: RushHis defence had increased significantly. He looked back at Gary's corpse, noticing the absence of the usual "Extract" prompt. He recalled seeing the prompt once before, on a dead hunter he'd encountered randomly. His gaze shifted to the White Fang. A large text box hovered above the massive serpent's remains.Tyler walked towards the W

Tyler stared at the colossal white snake, its massive coils a terrifying testament to its power. Then he saw its level: 80. His heart pounded in his chest. To his side, Grone used his left hand to push himself into a sitting position, groaning in pain but still clutching his sword."Quickly kill them," Gary commanded his pet, his voice sharp and cruel. He pointed at Tyler and Grone. As his finger gestured towards Tyler, a sharp pain lanced through his chest. Steven's eyes widened as he noticed something disturbing—bluish, dark veins were spreading across the wound inflicted by Tyler's axe, marring the leather of Gary's armour."Brother, are you alright?" Steven asked, his voice laced with concern.Gary winced, clutching his chest. "Shut up, I'm fine," he hissed, his voice strained.The enormous serpent, with terrifying speed, launched its head towards Tyler, its jaws opening wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp fangs.The serpent lunged, its massive jaws snapping shut just inches from

Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise. Gary, with a speed that defied belief, appeared before him in an instant, his hand extended, dagger aimed for Tyler's side. Tyler instinctively tried to sidestep, but it was too late. Gary's dagger pierced the flesh of Tyler's shoulder with a sickening *thwab*.A groan escaped Tyler's lips as he reacted, swinging his axe in a powerful upward arc aimed at Gary's chest. But Gary, with another impossible burst of speed, smoothly slid back, his feet seemingly gliding across the ground rather than taking steps. Tyler watched, his mind reeling. *He is too fast,* he thought, a chill running down his spine. *Is it because of that skill?*Gripping the dagger embedded in his shoulder, Tyler tried to pull it free. The dagger wouldn't budge. He strained, using all his strength, but the dagger remained stubbornly fixed in his flesh. He groaned, the pain intensifying as he slowly, agonizingly, began to pull the weapon free. Gary simply watched, a chilling smile pla

An uncomfortable tension hung heavy in the air. Gary’s gaze drifted from Tyler’s necklace to his face, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips. "Wait a minute," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I remember you now. You're that punk that came with Grone the other time, right? So you *were* a hunter this entire time? And you're a D-Rank."Steven nodded, a flicker of something akin to surprised recognition in his eyes. "Yeah, no wonder he was capable of overwhelming me that much that other time. There was no way he was an E-Rank."Grone’s voice was tight with apprehension. "So what? You've come here to kill me?"Gary chuckled, a chilling sound. "Well, of course. At first, I came here to kill *this* brat," he gestured towards Tyler with the tip of his katana, "for messing with my little brother. But when I saw you… I'm sorry, but I just can't resist." He took a step closer, the air crackling with menace.Tyler’s curiosity was answered as system panels appeared above the three

(Earlier, Before The Crimson Alpha's Fall)In the heart of the forest, Bernardo stood amidst the carnage of a Gloomfang massacre. The air hung heavy with the coppery tang of blood. His dagger, slick with the dark crimson fluid, dripped onto the ground, staining the already blood-soaked earth. Blue fur, scattered like fallen confetti, littered the forest floor – testament to the brutal efficiency of Gary and Steven. But the fight wasn't over. The Alpha Gloomfang, a hulking behemoth of muscle and rage, still stood, its eyes burning with a predatory gleam.Bernardo stole a glance at the two men before him. Steven, his chest heaving, his face pale, struggled to keep his sword upright, his body trembling with exhaustion. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead. Gary, in contrast, seemed almost amused, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched his brother's struggle. "What's wrong? Tired?" Gary's voice was a low chuckle, laced with a hint of mockery. Steven gasped, a ragged breath cat