Ambush

It's not a very strong Beyonder Characteristic; at most, it's Sequence 8.

Luther ate his breakfast, glancing at the man as he did so.

He was a middle-aged man with a Loen appearance and an anchor tattoo on his thick arm. He looked dejected, unshaven, and numb. He barely ate the breakfast that was served, only tilting his head back to drink strong liquor.

He's clearly an extraordinary person, so why is he doing so poorly?

Luther had some doubts, but he didn't show them. He finished his breakfast, got up, and walked out of the restaurant. The old man, however, was absorbed in alcohol and ignored him completely. As Luther walked out of the Inn, he stood on the bustling street.

This is the most bustling area of Storcatt Island. Further ahead are the Moulin Rouge, casinos, and bars, although these shops are not yet open in the morning.

He observed people carefully.

People on the street clearly wore different expressions depending on their race.

Those with pure Loen features were naturally the most relaxed and at ease. They strolled leisurely down the street, acting as if they owned the place.

The locals, on the other hand, appear humble, often resembling servants who fawn over the Loen people. However, when they see their compatriots doing begging or hard labor, they become arrogant, scolding and driving them away.

The lowest of the low are the local people who have no owners. They either pull carts loaded with goods like livestock, or do various jobs with their heads down, or beg along the streets.

The further you go into the more remote neighborhoods, the more obvious this phenomenon becomes.

A family of more than ten people were crammed into a dilapidated house, children ran around naked on the dirt road, and an old man dug the ground with his back hunched over. They stared blankly at this world created by God.

The great development of the Loen maritime industry, ironically, brought them more suffering.

Luther looked intently into their eyes, where he saw numbness, weariness, and of course, hatred. Hatred was good; hatred provided the drive for revenge and the impulse to change the status quo.

He didn't intend to recruit a group of ruthless pirates, but rather to recruit from these natives. They were easier to manage than the unscrupulous pirates and better suited his requirements.

Luther's gaze swept over the group of people.

Suddenly, he abruptly turned his head to look at the other side of the island.

A strong Spirituality fluctuation appeared over there, on the other side of the island, in the two-story building of the Adventurer Mutual Aid Association.

"Jante, is the bounty ready?"

Anderson strode into the room and shouted loudly to the man with the thick nose behind the bar.

"Keep your voice down... we're all here."

The other party grumbled, took out a briefcase, opened it on the bar, and revealed it was full of banknotes. "Kircheis's bounty is 9500 rank, and the other two guys combined are 1500 rank. Then, factoring in our commission, the fees for bribing various levels of Church and government officials, we'll give you 8000 rank in the end."

"It's really dark."

Anderson said sincerely, pulling the box over from the table and glancing at the banknotes inside. The old-fashioned portraits of the king on the rows of banknotes looked particularly welcoming.

"Hey, what's so shady about it? This price is everywhere! If we're being honest, our Adventurer Mutual Aid Association is already the most reasonable one!" Jante complained.

"Alright, alright, we know how great you are now, keep drinking your Lielangqi."

Anderson roughly counted the banknotes, confirmed that there were no counterfeit bills and the amount matched, then closed the briefcase.

"Snort.."

Jante then shut up, still fuming.

He glanced at the box, then at Anderson, and couldn't help but ask, "Anderson, tell me the truth, who killed Kircheis?"

"A Demigod who prefers to remain anonymous."

Anderson remained calm. "Actually, I was saved because of him. But he didn't want to show his face, so he had me do it for him... With such a high commission, be careful that person gets angry and comes looking for trouble..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

When Jante saw that he was unwilling to reveal the other party's true identity, he cursed angrily and went back to his seat to drink.

"By the way, it's really quiet here today."

Anderson scanned the lobby and noticed that where there had been a few adventurers yesterday, it was completely empty today. "Alright, I'm off. It's not safe carrying so much money... I'll see you for a drink next time!"

He stepped out of the first floor and onto the bustling street.

As noon approached, the streets became more crowded. In addition to pedestrians, various vendors and shops began to open for business, selling seafood sap from the "Gulu" tree and grilled fish, creating a dense and bustling atmosphere. This made it quite difficult for Anderson to walk.

But being Sequence 5 Hunter, he easily pushed through the crowd by pushing aside the box with his arms and continued walking forward.

"Freshly grilled fish! It was just caught a dozen minutes ago..."

At a nearby stall, the shop owner was soliciting customers when suddenly, without warning, the steel rod in his hand thrust out, aiming at Anderson's side.

"Bang!"

A nearby pirate suddenly drew his Revolver and fired at Anderson's head.

What am I doing?

After the gunshot, he seemed to come to his senses, muttering to himself in surprise and fear.

At that very moment, Anderson, facing a life-or-death crisis, suddenly moved.

"Brush!"

He twisted his body in an incredibly difficult way, dodging both the steel rod and the Revolver bullets.

"Ah-

The crowd erupted in chaos; the gunshots fueled their emotions, and they began to run and try to escape. Anderson, at the center of the commotion, was immediately surrounded by the crowd and found it difficult to move.

What happened?

Did Jante leak the information, or was it one of the other adventurers present at the time?

Anderson had no time to think about anything else; he clutched the suitcase tightly and tried to escape into the distance.

But then, more attacks occurred.

"Whoosh!"

An old man splashed a pot of freshly boiled water from his hand, aiming it directly at Anderson's face. He ducked, but beneath him he saw a large, gleaming light—the cold glint of daggers—from the hands of everyone who approached him.

Strangeness!

Even the most oblivious person would have sensed something was amiss after a series of events.

Someone is pulling the strings behind all this, trying to kill me!

It seems the authorities are after me because I exposed the [Blood Bishop] faction... or perhaps they simply discovered I was carrying a large sum of cash and wanted to steal it...

"Boom!"

Anderson's entire body erupted in blazing white flames, and the dagger that was thrust at him was melted by the flames before it could even pierce his body.

The high temperature awakened the people, who saw the strange phenomenon before them and screamed as they fled in all directions.