Fanel retracted slightly, stepping back. She had recognized him. No, that must have been a mistake. It is true that they grew up together and that they know each other very well, but from there, it would be hard to recognize him at a glance. He has changed a lot; his size, his appearance, and even his face have become more mature and handsome. [...]He ignored his system.To say that even if she knows him very well, how likely is it that she will recognize him at first glance? [...]And don't forget that he was given for dead, so jumping on someone claiming that it's a person declared dead, even coming from a crazy person like Cierra, is a bit of an exaggeration."Hm, I think you have mistaken me for another person."He turned his face away, opting for denial. He is no longer Fanel the hunter; he has decided to leave behind his past life. The fact that he no longer has family ties has been easy, so he does not intend to re-establish past ties. Ouch. [...]Cierra had just kicked Fa
The hunter on the ground tried to move, but it seemed to him that his limbs had been immobilized by an invisible force."Who the fuck are you? And what did you do to me?"Fanel put more pressure with his sword against the throat of the man, who fell silent immediately. His eyes opened in horror."What do you want? Hey, calm down; we can work it out."He was now panicking. Not only could he not move, but worse, he had a blade to his throat. It is obvious that he was in a critical situation, and to get out of it, it was better to negotiate."Listen, we can work it out. Tell me, what do you want? No matter the amount, your price will be mine." Fanel huffed. It was all about money with these hunters. And to think that he was proud to belong to this rotten caste. Now he almost thanks Reinhard and his gang for "killing" him.He looked at the man at his feet before scowling. Even though they're garbage, they've afflicted these people enough already. There's nothing left for them to take fro
Fanel's eyes were wide. Has she seen him de-transform? Everything indicated that this was the case. Cierra had a look on her face that told him she had seen him. What could he say to her now? Should he pretend? She knows he's a hunter, but his gear has changed drastically from the old one. Moreover, it is obvious given his mission that people will talk about him one day, and Cierra will discover the pot of roses.He cleared his throat to speak, but Cierra was faster."Damn, what are you doing standing there? It's dangerous; you could fall anytime."She ran to take his hand as Fanel finally noticed his position. He was standing on the railing of the roof of the building, his feet almost hanging in the air as the wind from the streets below shook his body.He sighed at the half-worried, half-angry look of his childhood friend before sighing reassuringly. She wasn't referring to his transformation.He jumped at the impulse of the young woman and placed himself in front of her. The latter
Fanel didn't want to comment too much on Cierra's attitude. For now, the refuge is safe. He thinks that the people who want it will take a little longer before launching another attack. This gives him time to settle the other business he has on hand and then really look into what is hidden in the basements of this rather banal refuge.Fanel is sure it must be valuable if these people have worked so hard to get their hands on this place. Between the vandal attacks, the exorbitant interests, and the involvement of public services to cut off all subsistence at this place, everything is done so that the inhabitants of this refuge can be cleared out as quickly as possible.Fanel stood up, expressing his intention to leave, and Cierra just nodded."Thank you so much for what you do for this place. I don't know how to pay you back and...""Don't mention it. I do it with pleasure, and I think things will sweeten with time. Don't lose hope."Cierra smiled, and soon the two were saying goodbye.
Fanel arrived home. He looked at his program. In one day, he had had so much to do, and now he had to organize his program.[You seem to be in a good mood despite the complex situations that arise in front of you.] Fanel smiled."I've never been someone who got sucked into the vicissitudes of life. Besides, I feel like I've been useful to society by helping Cierra with the refuge."Fanel entered the bathroom and turned on the shower head.[Do you think these people will leave your friend alone?]Fanel soaped his body, rubbing vigorously."I am sure of it. This hunter will make a detailed report to his accomplices. By the time they find a way to capture me, they will need to prepare. A power like mine does not run the streets, and I'm sure it has already attracted the attention and lust of more than one."[I see, You purposely let this hunter observe your technique so he could explain it to his accomplices and you also wanted to issue a warning.]"You got it. If hunters know there's s
Fanel parked in front of the Flawless Guild building. Nothing had changed; in short, it had only been a few months since he had disappeared, so he didn't imagine that there would be many changes. But still, he felt a certain nostalgia for returning to this place.Memories of his years in this guild. His hopes and excitement from the first days to the decline and misery of his daily life could not be forgotten, but this was an important step in his inner healing process. He had to go through this to be able to move forward.[ Master, let me ask again, do you feel good about coming here again?] His system asked, and Fanel just chuckled."How many times are you going to ask me this question? I'm fine, plus, I'm not the same anymore. It's just that we can overcome the past but not forget it," he said, observing the entrance through which he had to pass. This was the main entrance where all hunters and visitors had to pass. But for Fanel, this passage seemed unfamiliar. He had only borrowe
Fanel looked up at the man sitting arrogantly upstairs. As usual, he was installed in this private space, which was reserved only for him, eyeing the entire guild with his contemptuous and scrutinizing gaze. Installed as if it all belonged to him. Arms crossed behind the neck, legs on a table, leaning against an expensive sofa whose material is one of the finest in Arcus, it's said that it's made with a few barks of the most perfect wood that Arcus has to offer, Of course, given the rarity and preciousness of this wood, it is also prohibited to use it outside of the manufacturing process intended for it. But those in the black market, the market where everything can be sold, even humans, have managed to divert the primary use of this inva
A long silence invaded the entrance hall of the guild while Fanel, his face slightly lowered, stood in front of Greyrat, who looked at him with a contemptuous smile and a look that was intended to be belittling and condescending.He was looking to test him; the normal reaction of a person insulted like that would be to give in to anger and defend himself, but Fanel also knew that it would be detrimental to him to reveal himself like that. He wants to act incognito, so having to respond to Greyrat's insults won't be a good idea. So, breathing deeply, he tried to contain his anger and finally looked up at Greyrat.Fanel's gaze was filled with silent determination as he stood facing his former tormentor: this arrogant and hateful hunter. It's true, Fanel needs to calm down; this idiot is ignorant of his true identity, and he would give him too many favors by responding to his stupid provocations. Even if it reminds him of the unfortunate time when he was this bad guy's whipping boy, and