The demon hunter was choking.

"You've done a cesarean section on someone, and now you dare to perform a bone scraping treatment on me?!"

He really felt like he could just swallow this kid alive right now.

However, he finally held back.

Because, after all, despite the unpleasant process, this guy had indeed healed his injury.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic and irritable emotions boiling inside him, before letting go of Lynn.

He fixed Lynn with a serious look, grinding his teeth as he closed his eyes, and said, "You better remember this. If I hear any rumors about me fainting here, you should know the consequences! Do you understand?"

[Danger Level 99]

Lynn blinked rapidly, nodding vigorously like a wind-up toy.

"Don't worry, your privacy is our life!"

[Danger Level 10]

The demon hunter took a deep breath, put on his hat, then pulled a money pouch from his pocket, grinding his teeth as he said, "How much is the surgery fee? Name your price."

He definitely wasn’t coming back to this black shop again! It was too draining!

Lynn immediately shook his head, offering a sincere, adorable smile, folding his hands in prayer. "No need to pay. Consider this surgery a gift from your fellow kin. Just make sure to visit my shop more often in the future."

[Ding! Task Completed. You have earned 500 Skull Coins]

"Visit my shop?!"

The demon hunter took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and grumbled, "Don’t think I’ll forget what happened just because you’re flattering me. Even if you’re my kin, it doesn’t change anything."

He could tell at a glance that Lynn was trying to climb the ladder by getting in his good graces.

But he was always a lone wolf, and he absolutely didn’t want a little ghost who constantly reminded him of painful memories tagging along with him.

He shot Lynn a side-eye, put on his clothes, and lowered his voice, "And let me warn you, it’s best you don’t stay here for too long. Us humans, if we don’t have the ability to survive, sooner or later we’ll become food for the monsters!"

Lynn immediately realized that this was his opportunity.

Although the demon hunter seemed intent on killing him every other second, it was clear that he was being protective of his kin. At least he hadn’t killed him yet.

"So how can I leave this world?" Lynn asked earnestly, "To be honest, I accidentally fell into this world, and apart from this shop, I know nothing about the outside world!"

The demon hunter ran his fingers through his dark, glossy hair, sneering. "Heh, you’re lucky. Many people fall from different worlds into here, but most of them end up as food for the monsters."

"I can only tell you this."

"This is the bottom layer of Sin City. If you want to leave this world, the only way, other than dying, is to become strong enough."

Stolen story; please report.

"Only the strong have a chance to escape."

He spun his revolver and tilted his hat with the barrel of the gun.

Lynn: "...?"

Well, that was essentially useless information.

But at least he got a crucial lead.

He was in an area called the Lower Layers of Sin City, a part of a city known as Sin City.

Lynn muttered to himself, "Does that mean I’ll never be able to leave this hellhole? Every time I see those monsters, I’m scared out of my mind..."

Wait a minute!

The demon hunter ground his teeth, his eyes twitching.

If we’re talking about your treatment method just now, shouldn’t those monsters be the ones terrified of you instead?!

Dammit.

He gave Lin En a cold look, then said, "Enough with the nonsense. I’m a man who values fair trade. Since you’ve healed my injuries, I can’t let you leave empty-handed. If you don’t want the money, take a look at what valuable items I have on me."

"You can take whatever you want."

He spread his hands wide, showcasing the generosity of a demon hunter.

Lynn paused for a moment.

His eyes immediately landed on the two metallic revolvers hanging from the demon hunter’s belt.

[Demon Hunter Revolver (Cursed): Pale Hunter]

Quality: Legendary

Capacity: Six Demon-Hunting Bullets (Self-replenishing)

Description: One of the two demon-hunting guns brought from the earthly realm by the demon hunter Ocalos. It causes immense damage to evil spirits, vampires, demons, mutants, and mystical creatures.

Snap—

Lynn immediately grabbed one of the guns.

Snap—

The demon hunter grabbed his wrist.

An eerie silence fell.

The demon hunter’s corner of his mouth curled up into a small sneer. "Damn, you’ve got good taste. You picked the most expensive thing I have on me!"

Lynn said earnestly, "I think these two guns look really cool."

The demon hunter sneered. "Of course they look cool. Have you seen whose guns they are? Could they possibly look bad?"

"..."

"Do you often use these guns to hunt monsters?"

"No, I’ve never used them to kill a monster," the demon hunter replied flatly.

"Why?"

Swish, swish, swish—

With a flick of his fingers, the demon hunter made the two revolvers spin in his hands, forming a dazzling display of gunfire.

In an instant, the two dark barrels were aimed directly at Lynn’s head.

Lynn: "?!"

The demon hunter’s expression remained calm, and he pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang—

Gunshots rang out, twelve in quick succession.

Twelve bullets flew, creating an outline of Lynn’s head on the wall behind him.

"Uh..."

The demon hunter gently blew the black smoke drifting from the gun’s muzzle and said flatly, "Although they look cool, these two guns have a fatal flaw. You probably saw it just now."

Lynn: "Did... did you just make a body outline with bullets?"

The demon hunter sneered. "Body outline? A very apt description. To be precise, these guns were once cursed. You could say that no matter which angle you shoot from, your bullets will never hit their target. So..."

He casually holstered the guns and said, "Other than looking cool, they’re pretty much useless."

"..."

"..."

A brief silence.

Lynn looked stunned. "Then I don’t want them..."

He turned to leave.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

Bullets rang out, landing at his feet, causing Lynn to jump up with a startled yelp, quickly sticking to the wall.

The demon hunter, still holding his smoking guns, said coolly, "Since you’ve already picked it, you can’t back out. I’m a man who values fairness. If you don’t want it, it means you’re looking down on me. So I’m giving you one more chance—do you still want it?"

Lynn glared. "Fine, I’ll take it!"

The demon hunter’s rough face cracked a grin.

He twirled the guns in his hands, slamming them down on the surgery table with a flourish.

"Looks like you’re just like my kin—generous and straightforward. If it weren’t for the curse, I would have thrown these guns away a long time ago. But now, I’m glad you’ll take them off my hands."

Lynn, suddenly alarmed, asked, "What do you mean?"

The demon hunter smiled lightly. "Because of the curse, I can’t get rid of these guns. I need to show a strong desire to part with them, and only then, through fair trade, can I give them away."

"But as you can see, there are so few humans in this hellhole. It’s not easy to find someone willing to take them."

[Demon Hunter’s Affection +20]

His affection actually went up?!

Lynn: (〝▼皿▼)

The demon hunter adjusted his hat and turned toward the hall, speaking slowly, "Since you’ve done me a big favor, I can give you a bit of advice. Tonight, no matter what you hear outside, don’t try to go out, and don’t open the door."

"Some very dangerous people have arrived here..."

As soon as he said this, Lin En froze.

This was the exact warning his teacher had given him.

Lynn immediately asked, "What kind of monster?"

The demon hunter sneered, "I think you’d be better off not knowing. And..."

"If you manage to survive until tomorrow, I think we’ll meet again. Heh."

In the next moment, the demon hunter’s body turned into a wisp of blue smoke and slowly vanished before Lynn’s eyes.

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