Hunter Guild
"A hunter's weapon is bound to be more refined; this is just an ordinary throwing stick for me." Esme Crane was somewhat unimpressed.

No matter what, at the moment when her spiritual power was depleted, she could only rely on the genius in front of her. The faster she learned and the stronger she became, the better her chances of surviving herself. So Anna dropped the match, reared her smile, and said to Esme Crane.

Just as Esme Crane fell into contemplation, Anna squeezed the extinguished match, half speechless. She couldn't help but begin to doubt herself; since she was a child she had grown up amidst the gushing praise of others; everyone had called her a genius, and she had indeed excelled in every field. Yet today she realized what a true genius was, and that she really had trouble looking up to it. The teacher who had led her to study the occult had told her that there were many types of God-family members, and that there was a huge gap between individuals. The more the God-fam
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