"Shaman" Naga was a dragon who adhered to ancient tenets. After awakening from her long slumber, she had remained hidden within her territory, like a spider crouched at the center of its web, patiently gathering strength.
Deep within the lush Southeast Asian Rainforest, she had even quietly established a kingdom belonging to snakes. Countless Giant Pythons and venomous Snakes were both her subjects and the carefully raised, living reserves of food.
Should she one day need to hatch a new dragon body, she could use this "food" to complete that harrowing gestation process in an extremely short time.
She sharpened her weapons and prepared her forces, quietly waiting for the day the kings returned and war once more swept across the world. Yet the torrent of time surged ever forward, and dramatic changes in an era often happened in the blink of an eye.
Several decades might have been no more than a brief rest to Dragon Kind, but for the human world, they were enough to transform an entire civilization beyond recognition.
"Feather Spirit" wore the same puzzled expression. He stared at Amon and silently waited for him to continue.
The "Daoist Priest" at the head of the table rested his folded hands on the tabletop, his posture calm and composed. He did not say a word, as though everything were under his control, exuding an unfathomable air.
Amon took in all three of their reactions, and a strange ripple rose in his heart.
These three... seemed not to know Hunter Net even existed? And Lord Daoist Priest, that inscrutable look of yours... you were putting on a convincing act, but it also made you look a little foolish.
Amon briefly explained the nature and operating model of Hunter Market to the three of them. This time, although the