Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 123 - Second Stage (Ten more chapters for subscription)
Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Second Stage (Ten more chapters for subscription)
This was a slender woman, with her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, her features indiscernible, only a pair of bulging, bloodshot eyes could be seen through the gaps in her hair.
Her body was so thin, she seemed like a mere sheet of paper, no, rather she was a sheet of paper.
Because her body had been flattened, her limbs stretched out excessively long, she stood in the corner of the room, yet with an outstretched hand, she could almost touch Roger, who was in the middle of the room.
The woman opened her mouth and released a mental shock, which seemed to lower the temperature in the room considerably, but Roger seemed unaffected as he continued to casually stroll about the room.
Walking from the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the bathroom, Roger was like a picky customer, searching for a flaw in the room.
The woman followed Roger closely, using many methods to get his attention, none of which succeeded, until finally, unable to contain herself, she flattened her body like a sheet of paper onto the floor.
Then she slid across the sleek floor from under Roger’s feet and suddenly appeared before his eyes!
Hiss!
But she did not see panic in the man’s eyes, what greeted her was a dagger imbued with a special aura!
Thud!
The dagger, coated with Evil Spirit Oil, pierced the forehead of the woman before him. She desperately tried to escape, but the blade seemed to possess a strange attraction, no matter how much she struggled, she was unable to break free.
In just a few seconds, the woman’s body completely dissipated, leaving behind only a pile of black ashes.
“This thing has killed many people, it was just short of becoming a real Evil Spirit!”
Roger knit his brows.
In Bordeaux City, where the Hunters Sub-guild was located, to find an unattended Ghost was quite unusual.
Thinking of Henrik’s frequency in carrying out missions, a trace of curiosity surged within Roger’s heart. This didn’t look like the state a branch of the guild should be in.
Was the Hunters Guild unaware of a place he could easily find through a real estate agency?
Or perhaps their manpower had indeed dwindled to the extent that they were aware of the problem but had no one to deal with it?
If that were truly the case, then something significant was likely to happen in Bordeaux City!
After storing the remnants on the ground, Roger’s concentration solidified, and the room before him changed ever so slightly as he continued to circle around.
Finally, near the base of the fireplace wall, he found a small mechanism—pulling out a brick revealed a wooden box inside.
Inside the box were shocking, bloody photographs.
The last photo was of a woman lying on a floor covered with plastic, her body appearing as if it had been run over by a steamroller, the flesh mashed together like a pressed meat patty.
This photo gave off a very different vibe, while at the same time, the notice board provided a clue.
Photographs filled with resentment: A woman brutally tortured to death, her resentful spirit forever imprisoned within the photo, though now it had been freed, the long confinement had altered the photograph.
It could serve as a vessel for a Spiritual Body, it could be placed in the Hunter’s Cabin, slightly enhancing the cabin’s preciousness.
“Not a bad haul.”
Roger kept the photograph close to him and returned the rest to their original place, planning to report this matter to Henrik. As for the rest, that was for the Hunters Guild to handle.
Roger descended the stairs in high spirits, only to see the empty parking spaces downstairs…
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Half an hour later, Roger was back at the real estate agency, but this time he was greeted by the manager.
A balding middle-aged man.
They refunded Roger’s consultation fee and paid him a hefty penalty fee, leaving him rather confused about everything that had happened.
However, after he did the math, he realized that not only had he acquired relevant information, but he had also actually profited from the situation.
He looked at the time and drove himself around, revisiting the other haunted houses marked at the center of the property. Although he couldn’t enter the houses for a detailed observation, none of the places met the standards of assimilation that the cabin did.
By the afternoon, Roger had collected the materials Henrik had gathered for him and then drove back to Baytown.
On the way back, he drove quickly. After arriving home and eating something simple, Roger took all the materials to the Hunter’s Cabin.
The setting sun dyed the surrounding woods red. Not seeing Anna’s figure, he entered the cabin and began to prepare the Second Tier Potions.
Battle indeed was the best catalyst. The period of adaptation for the First Tier would have taken a few more days to complete.
However, after yesterday’s intense battle, Roger already felt his internal organs had fully adapted to the potion’s transformation and was ready to start the Second Tier.
“The heart of a brown bear, the liver of a Bengal tiger, the spleen of a panther…”
He took out the fresh materials, minced and ground each one, and then combined them with the pre-prepared base herbs.
The remaining parts were still useful. Now that he had obtained the souls of wild beasts, he could completely proceed to the Third Tier.
In fact, the main ingredients of the Third Tier were the same as those of the Second Tier, except for the dosage, which was doubled and merged with the souls of the beasts.
The specific method of use was also quite different.
Looking at the black liquid finally obtained, Roger took a deep breath and tilted his head back to gulp it down.
The foul-tasting liquid landed in his stomach, and before long, the potion’s effects began to manifest.
Pain, like a piercing spike, erupted from within his body as the potion, enveloped by a mysterious force, acted separately within him.
First was the heart.
It felt as though a cardiac stimulant had been injected, his blood vessels expanded, and his heart’s contractions became powerful and vigorous. During the transformation, there was a moment when his entire heart stopped beating.
It seemed something was stuffed into his chest cavity, even halting his breathing.
As time passed, visions started appearing before Roger’s eyes, partly due to the pain and partly because of excessive lack of oxygen.
However, thanks to the special bonus from the Water Ghosts’ spoils, Roger’s oxygen consumption was greatly reduced when holding his breath. It helped him through the most difficult phase when his heart had stopped beating.
Next were the lungs.
The liver, the spleen, and the most important of all, the kidneys!
His loins warmed, stirring with energy!
Time passed, and as the darkness fell outside, the transformation of the Second Tier was completed, with Roger suffering less pain than during the First Tier.
Rising from the ground, he lay on the bed and fell asleep.
He slept straight through until morning.
Opening the door, Roger took a deep breath. His lung capacity had at least doubled compared to before he began the transformations!
This was just after the immediate transformation. If he adapted a bit more, the increase should be even greater.
Placing his right palm over his left chest, he could feel the powerful beating of his heart, even through the thick muscles.
Finding a stick to substitute, Roger went to the training room, and after performing a series of movements, his Trial Swordsmanship had unknowingly advanced to Level 2!
Trial Swordsmanship was more a reflection of one’s physical quality. If everything went well, he might even be able to advance his Trial Swordsmanship to Level 3 before obtaining the Steel Sword!
By then, he would reach the theoretical limit of his body and would be just a step away from the Transcendent Realm!
Without any disturbances, Roger devoted all his energy to his practice.
