Night.
The distant sounds of gunfire and cannon fire echoed from several kilometers away, low and muffled.
Cool moonlight spilled through the window and fell beside the bed.
Chen Shouyi lay with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. For a long time, sleep eluded him.
The exhilaration of the day's battle had yet to fade. Looking back on it now, he felt both invigorated and shaken.
The battle had been perilous beyond measure. He had hovered on the brink of death; without Giant Transformation, his opponent could have finished him in three or five moves.
Fortunately, he'd been quick-witted.
He'd successfully bought himself time and completed his transformation.
If his opponent hadn't taken the bait, the outcome would have been entirely different.
He hadn't gained anything from killing the God of Hunting's incarnate body this time. He didn't know whether it was because his opponent had been a true god or because he hadn't possessed much divinity, but he hadn't received the tremendous benefits he'd gained the last time he killed a Divine Creature at the reservoir.
His only reward was a Long Sword that didn't quite feel right in his hand.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was only midnight.
He simply got up and, in the hazy moonlight, picked up the God of Hunting's Long Sword from his desk.
The moment his hand closed around the hilt, Chen Shouyi furrowed his brow again.
That awkward sense of incongruity washed over him once more. He swiftly drew the sword. Its snow-white blade, tinged with gold, gleamed faintly in the moonlight. It was quite beautiful.
But after a few casual thrusts, he felt like throwing it away. He'd never used a sword this awkward before. Even with a crudely made Wooden Sword, he'd always