Bonfire Party

I'm tired.

This statement is a purification of human civilization; a simple sentence that expresses so much helplessness and bitterness.

The Hunter's Dream.

Fan En collapsed into the white flowerbed, utterly exhausted. Although there were no obvious external injuries on his body, his mental state gave the illusion that he was covered in wounds.

It was as if the young man in front of them had already died from countless attacks.

If we're talking about dying, then I have indeed died countless times.

It's all because the people of Yharnam are so enthusiastic.

They were so enthusiastic that they chopped him up into skewers and grilled him over a fire.

He really did get grilled by skewers!

However, every time he died, this eerie underground city always managed to "revive" him in a fully recovered state, and each time he woke up he only felt a slight headache.

The only noticeable change was in his weapon; the Saw Cleaver had become more mottled, and even the Hunter Pistol had several claw marks from being used to block attacks.

He could hardly tell whether what he was experiencing was reality or a dream. If it was reality, why did his torn clothes always recover after he was resurrected?

If it's a dream, why are the wear and tear on the weapons still visible?

Several little Messengers suddenly appeared beside him, waving their thin arms as if to cheer him on.

Thank you all.

Fan En gave a weak, forced smile. In this dungeon where everyone would raise their swords to attack him, it seemed that only the Messengers was the only creature who would communicate with him.

Once you get used to them, these little guys seem pretty cute. I'm thinking of taking one home to raise.

He regained some strength, climbed out of the flowerbed, walked past the still motionless Doll, and headed towards the house at the very top.

The door to the house opened automatically when he arrived there after his second death.

The scenery inside was somewhat different from what he had imagined; it wasn't a house to live in at all, but more like a workshop.

Various tools, some he recognized and some he didn't, were laid out here, and there was even an operating table. As he approached, several new Messengers appeared on the operating table. One was responsible for collecting the weapon repair fees from him, while the others were responsible for repairing the weapons.

That's right, the Messengers actually charged him for weapon repair services, and the money they charged wasn't gold or silver, but something called "Blood Echoes," or "souls."

This thing would automatically appear on his body as he killed enemies. When he first found out, Fan En was quite surprised. Killing enemies and plundering their souls made him feel like he had become an evil Dementors from a fairy tale.

Therefore, he still prefers to call what he obtains after killing enemies "Blood Echoes," which sounds more elegant than simply "soul."

He's gotten used to these things now, because the amount of Blood Echoes on his body doesn't seem to have any effect on him.

Besides being used to commission Messengers to repair weapons, these items can also be used to buy common items from a Messengers at an altar outside, such as Blood Vial, Quicksilver Bullets, and even readily available pebbles.

He really wanted to complain: why would they dare sell a perfectly round stone, which was useless except for attracting the enemy's attention, for 100 Blood Echoes?

There is no limit to the quantity of these items, but the price will rise after every few are purchased, and eventually they will become unaffordable. This is preventing him from hoarding supplies.

But it doesn't matter, this time Fan En only really wants to buy one thing:

Molotov Cocktail

[A Molotov cocktail that explodes when thrown at an enemy; a hunting tool that has existed in the Hunter's Workshop since ancient times.]

Just as they did when faced with the tragedy that occurred in Old Yharnam, hunters believed that fire should be used to hunt wild beasts, and perhaps for this reason, some wild beasts have a morbid fear of fire.

Fan En exchanged the last of his Blood Echoes for Molotov Cocktail with the Messengers, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

You like bonfire parties, right?

You warmly welcome outsiders, right?

I'll let you taste what it's like to be roasted by fire!

He refused to believe it and was determined to win over the bonfire party!

Carrying the Molotov Cocktail, Fan En rushed to the tombstone and teleported himself to Yharnam Clinic.

Inside the workshop in the Hunter's Dream, an empty wheelchair sways gently.

The atmosphere of Yharnam is always unbearable.

Every now and then, the shrieks of terrifying beasts would pierce the sky, and you never knew which corner would suddenly unleash Beastification Citizen. Even the dogs and crows here were the size of humans, and if you dared to approach them rashly, you would only have your flesh torn off.

Fan En stood in front of the Yharnam Clinic, took a few deep breaths, suppressed the slight fear on his pale face, and resolutely walked out of the clinic, a symbol of safety.

This time, he did not choose to hide in dark and narrow alleys like a rat again, but walked openly on the street, his cloak fluttering and his blade gleaming coldly.

Alleys may provide a sense of security, but if one becomes greedy for that sense of security, one will never grow.

This is the profound truth of life he learned after being cornered and killed by Beastification Citizen in an alley for the third time.

There are no cowards, just not enough people have died yet.

As expected, this posture quickly attracted the attention of the Beastification Citizen, and a battle immediately broke out.

His eyes gleamed with seriousness. He carefully dodged every slight movement of the enemy, never considering it a useless feint. It was precisely because of this that he was able to dodge the common move of the Beastification Citizen —pretending to deliver a weak slash, and then hacking wildly like Living Dead swordsman.

Dealing with two or three Beastification Citizen at the same time is no problem. Each transformation of the Saw Cleaver is accompanied by the loss of a life. Fan En is very ritualistic. When he has the time, he chooses to use the Transforming Slash finish off the enemy. In fact, this is to inflict greater damage on the enemy and save time to finish them off.

It seems that starting from the third or fourth death, he found himself becoming more and more adept at dealing with these enemies, and the serious state that he used to rely on probability gradually seemed to become a permanent part of his life.

Although he was sometimes startled by monsters that suddenly appeared, when the real battle began, he was like a hunter who was gradually becoming more skilled.

Once he crossed the line of death, the very factors that had caused his death would become the driving force behind his growth.

Whether it's Beastification Citizen, hounds, crows, or little giants wielding bricks, he's already familiar with how to deal with these guys.

The only pity is that he hasn't mastered the [Gun Parry] Weapon Skill very well.

After dealing with the three Beastification Citizen, Fan En hurried along the road to his destination, the first hurdle for all outsiders entering Yharnam—the bonfire party.

To this day, he still can't understand how the Beastification Citizen, who was so far away, discovered him, but ever since he chose to confront the bonfire party head-on, that situation has never happened again.

You can't exactly explain that the dungeon did it on purpose that time, can you?

"Alright, let's begin."

The number of Beastification Citizen, which can be counted in double digits, roams around the torch. However, if you look closely, you will find that they are neither too close nor too far apart. A Molotov Cocktail thrown at them can only hit three or four at most.

Fan En's arrival caused a stir at the party.

"Bang!"

Just before the gunshot rang out, as if anticipating it, he rushed toward the nearest armed Beastification Citizen and threw a stone with great force, hitting the man squarely on the forehead. The blow was not fatal, but it was enough to make him fall off the carriage.

This is the bird-hunting technique my father taught me when I was a child!

Without finishing off the fallen enemy, he used the same method to knock the other two gunmen off the carriage. By this time, most of the Beastification Citizen had surrounded him, and the situation was critical.

Fan En, however, elbowed the nearest enemy aside, then scrambled onto the carriage in a few strides—he did have knees!

By shooting the gunman down beforehand, he could avoid being used as a live target for shooting on the roof of the carriage in the short term. This was a bloody lesson learned from the previous death.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a bottle containing a blood-red liquid from his pocket—blood drawn from his own body!

As the bottle fell to the ground and the fragrance of blood filled the air, the Beastification Citizen had been dismantling the carriage with their bare hands rushed towards the blood.

The enemy's blood not only attracts Fan En, but Fan En's blood can also attract enemies, but the effect is far less than that of the proper [Lure Skull] or [Pungent Blood Cocktail].

An excited look appeared on Fan En's face, like a novice hunter excitedly watching his prey step into his trap, unable to suppress his emotions.

Once the last group of Beastification Citizen entered his ideal attack range, he immediately threw something else into the crowd.

Oil Urn dispenser

[After being thrown at the target, the target will be soaked in oil, making it highly flammable.]

Fire is common in hunting, and oil jars can enhance its effects. Some hunters who burn wild animals may even revel in the purifying sensation it brings.

The sticky oil splattered onto the Beastification Citizen, and before they could react, an explosion suddenly rang out nearby, followed by a raging fire that spread rapidly!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Fan En threw out all the Molotov Cocktail he had on him. Smelling the charred flesh and hearing the howls of wild beasts, he suddenly understood why some hunters were addicted to burning wild animals!

Looking at the raging fire that seemed capable of purifying everything, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Finally, he finally ended this bonfire party that had been causing him so much distress!

This is a huge step for him!

The fire gradually subsided, but several Beastification Citizen were still alive. After a moment's thought, Fan En realized that he had acted too hastily and had misjudged the force when throwing the Molotov Cocktail, which was why he had missed these few.

"I still have a lot of hunting skills to learn."

"Snap—"

The Saw Cleaver suddenly deformed, and looking at the few ferocious Beastification Citizen, the cowardly expression on his face disappeared. He raised his weapon and jumped down!

Soon after, Fan En, looking as if he had rolled in a river of blood, walked up to a lantern, and the Messengers all peeked out to look at him.

Besides the Yharnam Clinic, he also discovered a second lantern on another street not far from the bonfire party, which was called Yharnam Central.

However, because the area around the lantern was empty and made him feel unsafe, he usually chose to appear at the Yharnam Clinic.

However, in terms of distance, the lantern in the Yharnam Central is still the closest.

Having just finished the bonfire party, he now possessed what he considered a fortune in Blood Echoes, and couldn't wait to return to the Hunter's Dream to spend it.

Yes, he is now feeling pressured by the large number of Blood Echoes he carries and is hesitant to take unnecessary risks.

He could also buy a hunter's outfit from the Messengers, Fan En felt it was time to change out of his tattered clothes and get a cool new look.

Just as he touched the lantern, about to return to the Hunter's Dream.

The lights in the house next door suddenly came on.

A somewhat weak voice came through:

"Oh, you're a hunter."