Novels by Naravell

Gatot leaned his back against the plastic chair rest while continuing to stare at his cracked phone screen. His fingers moved constantly, scrolling page after page on the official Indonesian Hunter Association forum site. Finding a new job for tomorrow was his top priority now. For an independent hunter officially still registered at E-rank, the options available on the digital bulletin board were incredibly limited and degrading. Most of the offers placed him purely as cheap bait or a living shield, exactly like the trap scenario that had nearly claimed his life yesterday.​After filtering out a dozen dubious offers, Gatot's eyes locked onto a few vacancies in the rear-route logistics section. The open jobs were merely positions as magic crystal miners and cargo haulers for the leftover remains of slaughter inside gates that had already been cleared by the primary raid team. The pay was obviously nothing compared to the frontline fighters, but for Gatot, this was the most sensible ch

"Brother, did you make a lot of money today?" Yasmin stared without blinking at the array of food laid out on their small wooden table. There was a bucket of crispy fried chicken that was still warm and a sweet cheese martabak.​"Huh? Yeah," Gatot jolted from his daydream. He forced a thin smile so his sister would not become suspicious.​Without another word, Gatot quickly finished the pieces of fried chicken and the remaining rice on his plate. His turbulent thoughts made all the delicious food taste completely bland on his tongue. The moment the last spoonful entered his mouth, he stood up immediately, brought his dirty dishes to the kitchen sink, and washed them hurriedly under the rushing tap water.​Yasmin, who had just taken a bite of a chicken drumstick, turned to him with her mouth somewhat full. "Are you done eating, Brother? There's still a lot left. It's a waste if it isn't finished right now."​"Just save it in the food cabinet," Gatot replied from the kitchen without tur

An excruciating pain suddenly struck Gatot's solar plexus, forcing him awake from the darkness. Someone had just landed a solid kick right there.​Ugh!​Gatot groaned, curling up reflexively on the surface of the ceramic tiled floor, which felt incredibly cold. Both of his hands clutched his stomach, while his breath caught for a few seconds from the sudden impact.​"Wake up! Don't just comfortably sleep here!" a deep voice barked from above.​Suppressing a wave of surging nausea, Gatot forced himself into a sitting position. He blinked repeatedly, trying to dispel the remaining dizziness that still spun around his temple from the blow of the iron mace inside the cave. He looked around, trying to process this unfamiliar environment. Where is this?​This was definitely not inside a gate. There were no stone walls or the metallic stench of monster blood. In front of him, several people in crumpled clothes sat cross-legged on the same ceramic floor. They all had tattoos decorating their

Gatot still stood frozen beside the monster's carcass, busy processing the new current of energy rushing warmly beneath his skin. Instead of feeling broken and exhausted after gambling his life against the Spotted Cave Behemoth, his body felt remarkably lighter and more powerful. It was as if every cell within him had just been renewed.​Beside him, Gery still stared at him, the remnants of terror not yet fully vanished from his face.​Crash!​The sound of collapsing stone echoed from the direction of the barrier wall. The stone wall that had tightly sealed the cavern hall suddenly shifted upward. From behind the billowing dust, the five senior hunters who had betrayed them stepped back inside. Upon each of their backs sat a large, bulging backpack, emitting the clink of precious metals from within, the spoils of looting the cave's side route.​"Hohoho! Just as I thought, this gate boss turned out to be weak," the group leader laughed freely, his eyes instantly sweeping the hall befor

Gery's panic reached its absolute peak when he saw the hot steam begin to gather within the Behemoth's dual jaws. His brain froze, yet his hands moved entirely out of his control. In a reflex action triggered purely by desperation, Gery gripped the hilt of his expensive weapon and threw it with all his might toward the center of the room.​"B-Brother! Catch!" Gery screamed, his voice splitting into a high-pitched shriek.​The silver sword sailed through the air, spinning and reflecting the dim, magical light of the cave. The moment the weapon left his hand, Gery immediately curled back into a ball, pressing his body against the stone wall with his knees tucked tightly to his chest.​"Can that sword even kill the monster? And... will he kill me with it afterward?" Gery murmured hoarsely, lamenting his own stupidity for just handing a weapon to the terrifying, fake E-rank figure before him.​Gatot saw the flash of silver hurtling toward him. Utilizing his remaining agility points, he va

The Spotted Cave Behemoth lunged forward with a speed that completely defied its massive body weight. The swing of its front claw, coated in a thick crust of stone, sliced through the air, aiming directly for Gatot's head.​Whoosh!​Gatot ducked low in an extreme dodge. The wind from the claw's swipe whistled sharply over his hair, smashing into the stalagmite pillar behind him and shattering it into pieces. Without losing his momentum, Gatot thrust his body forward, launching a bare-fisted strike packed with sixteen points of strength directly into the monster's solar plexus.​Boom!​The sound of a dull impact echoed loudly. The Behemoth's giant frame shuddered slightly, taking two steps back. However, its rocky skin was simply too thick. Gatot's raw punch left only a tiny crack on the surface of its outer scales, while Gatot's own knuckles instantly bruised and began to bleed fresh blood.​In the corner of the room, Gery could only press his back tightly against the cold stone wall.