Only one day and one hour remained until the exam ended.
The number of examinees had plummeted, leaving fewer than twenty.
Deep within the forest, a layer of white spiderwebs covered the ground.
More than a dozen number tags lay scattered across the earth.
At the center of the "web," a white-haired young man sat cross-legged.
He gazed at the patch of sky above, hidden from view by the trees, and gradually emptied his mind.
This was Coleman Zoldyck, a hunter prowling the forest.
He could guarantee that he had never stepped out of the forest even once.
After all, the scant number of tags made that obvious.
"Tch, boring."
Coleman swayed his body, and the threads beneath him rose and fell with him.
The "cocoons" hanging from them had been covered in bells by this perversely playful "gentleman," chiming softly as they bobbed up and down.
"Why is no one coming to play with me? This is so boring." Shaking his head, Coleman once again recognized the coldness between people. "Even though I'm being so friendly."
All around him, the dozen or so "cocoons" seemed to have heard the white-haired gentleman's words. Muffled whimpers actually came from within the webbing.
Yet Coleman, who had just lamented that no one paid him any attention, deliberately ignored the cries of these "bugs" and continued speaking without a care.
"Tch, just as I thought. The Hunter Exam is incredibly dull. I'm not coming again next time."
Muttering to himself, Coleman jumped down from the web, brushed nonexistent dust off his hands, and slowly headed out.
"Ah, does that mean I'll have to work with Illumi all the time after a while?"
Wouldn't that be tedious and boring?
Thinking of Illumi's way of killing people as easily as chopping vegetables, a trace of