Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 109 - Hostage Situation
Chapter 109: Chapter 109 Hostage Situation
Roger hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
His body had just undergone the First Tier refinement and needed a short period of adaptation; going out now would offer a good opportunity to acclimate.
By the time he returned, he estimated that the items Henrik was collecting for him would have arrived, and then he could start the Second Tier.
Once he passed the Second Tier, if he could push his Trial Swordsmanship to the limit in one go, he would be getting close to becoming a true Demon Hunter.
After setting a departure time, Roger called Adeline to give her a brief update.
Truth be told, relying on this music-related excuse made many things incredibly convenient.
After parting ways, Roger continued to return to his cabin to cultivate, now focusing on Trial Swordsmanship. Having reached Level One, the main muscle groups in his body had been unlocked, built upon the foundation of practicing Universal Sword Techniques.
Roger’s progress was even faster than before.
This constant sensation of strengthening was indeed intoxicating.
From Henrik, Roger also learned about some of the modern Demon Hunters’ enhancement methods, which didn’t involve any Secret Techniques or Martial Qi before entering the Transcendent Stage.
It was purely solid accumulation, at most making use of some special Potions or mysterious rituals with less obvious side effects to expedite the process.
When one’s body neared the human limit and the breakthrough to Transcendence was imminent, different Demon Hunter families might diverge in their approaches.
The more common ones would use Potions to stimulate potential, most of which were concocted using organs harvested from monsters.
The promotion process was highly dangerous, often requiring help to stabilize the mind. A failure would lead to rapid bodily degradation; though not fatal, the person would nearly be reduced to a vegetative state after recovery.
As for those families with Secret Technique inheritance, the process was relatively safer, and the power gained after ascending to Transcendence was stronger.
Although the Secret Techniques of some traditional Demon Hunter families seemed powerful, they were often closely tied to the family’s bloodline and not suitable for widespread dissemination.
Asking about other families’ inheritances was an unspoken rule in the Transcendent World.
Rashly delving into unknown inheritances often resulted in death.
What was now circulating within the Hunters Guild was a method of ascension that had been tested over a thousand years and was almost universally applicable.
Mundane yet stable enough.
With the Green Grass Trial, Roger didn’t need to seek out the cultivation paths within the Hunters Guild, but understanding them could broaden his horizon and at least ensure that he wouldn’t reveal any major flaws.
Just as Roger and the others drove out of Baytown, a white pickup truck pulled up in front of a house on the eastern streets.
A girl’s black face was reflected in the window, her gaze lingering on the house for a moment before she slowly closed her eyes.
“No need to go down, let’s go,” she said.
“Betty…” the female driver spoke softly.
“Don’t say anything, I know what to do,” Betty’s voice turned cold.
Meanwhile, Amanda, who was in class, received unexpected information.
Seeing that familiar name, Amanda hesitated before deleting the message.
She felt she had made it clear enough to Betty before, the unknown, though fascinating, came with a price that was far too heavy to bear.
Having not received a reply for a long time, Betty made a call, but soon the call was hung up.
She put her phone back in her pocket, leaned back in her seat, and let out a sigh.
“Drive, let’s wait for her.”
The bell rang, and Amanda packed her things, joining the stream of people departing the school. She’d been through a lot recently and felt she’d grown somewhat.
It had been several days since she last saw Roger.
What an odd fellow indeed.
Amanda carried her textbooks, heading in the direction of home.
Click.
A white pickup parked by the roadside opened its door, and a figure blocked Amanda’s path.
Seeing that familiar face, Amanda was momentarily stunned, “Betty?”
But the next second, she instinctively took a step back.
It was a familiar face, yet Betty’s demeanor made Amanda almost unable to recognize her.
Her hair was tied up high, and she had lost much weight since they last met, her black and white eyes now filled with nothing but indifference.
“Didn’t you get my message?”
“Or you didn’t want to return my calls?”
Amanda remained silent, somewhat afraid to look into Betty’s eyes at that moment, as if something from within those eyes would burrow out at any time.
“Why are you rejecting me?”
“I opened the door to a mysterious world for you, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”
“Isn’t it good being like I am now?”
Betty took a step forward, her eyes suddenly as deep as the night, and Amanda struggled, but was quickly captivated, her eyes involuntarily sinking in.
“Come with me, let’s go home.”
“I will completely protect your body, Mother will refine you into the finest Voodoo Zombie, and from then on, we will be together forever.”
“Never to part again.”
Betty slowly leaned forward, extending her right hand at the same time, and Amanda walked forward uncontrollably.
But just then, a flicker of struggle passed through her eyes, followed by a return to clarity, and a trace of panic crossed her face. Her movements stiffened, and she stared at Betty in astonishment.
“What exactly did you do to me?”
Sensing an unknown danger, Amanda turned and attempted to flee, but she had barely taken a step when she stumbled and fell to the ground.
Betty slowly approached Amanda.
“I didn’t want it to be this way either.”
“You were meticulously selected by Mother, from the moment we met to your entry into the tribe, all of it was prearranged; you can’t escape it.”
“I originally wanted you to become a Voodoo Mage as well…”
“But I’m sorry, Amanda.”
“My puppet died, and I had no other choice.”
“I am the future of the tribe, I gave up the most important part of a woman, and the entire tribe has paid far too much for this.”
“I must succeed.”
Betty’s palm pressed down on Amanda’s shoulder.
“So Amanda, I can only sacrifice you!”
Amanda’s pupils also turned pitch black, the struggle on her face completely vanished, she rose from the ground and stood silently beside Betty.
Betty reached out her hand to her, “Let’s go, Amanda, we’re going home.”
The two of them got into the car together, and the white pickup sped away, leaving behind a scattering of books.
…
Swamp Town gathering area.
In a circular house built of black rocks, a middle-aged woman was kneeling in front of a black statue, chanting something.
The door was opened, and a one-armed woman walked in.
“Prophet… Outsiders are approaching.”
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