The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

The entire day, I couldn’t suppress the déjà vu that was giving me goosebumps. Fortunately, the entire day was filled with theory; otherwise, I might have fucked up if we had spars or monster fights.

I am sure that the spectral I saw was going to attach to a person who was going to be used as fodder for the protagonist to step up, but I don’t know which one.

Most specters I encountered in the game were ones who had already possessed a person. And having dealt with many, I never feared them until I saw them.

The live raw form of those slithering worms disgusted me. If it came and attached to me unknowingly, could I have resisted it?

I am only smug because I have Spectral Vision to identify them, but it only helps when I activate it. There is no pre-warning, and my hunter instinct didn’t fare any better because it was a sneaky, formless being.

I don’t know where it disappeared nor did I use spectral vision to search it.

Activating Spectral Vision was troublesome. In a brief moment, the ravings and murmurs almost made me deaf and lost my sanity.

I shouldn’t let my curiosity get the better of me.

Returning to my room, I rinsed my face a few times, letting the cold water cool me down. On raising my face, I was greeted by a pair of troubled purplish eyes, to which I questioned,

"I thought I was tough."

"With all that I suffered, I didn’t think anything could shake me, but..."

A smirk appeared on the face that reflected in the mirror.

"In the end, I have a weak mentality. 9.8 seems big but it’s just the starting point, allowing me enough space to resist and not lose my mind."

I slapped my cheek to remind myself.

This isn’t a game... This is real, and he is alive within it.

One wrong step might not lead to death, but it would certainly lead to destruction.

....

Reaching the designated place we had been asked to gather, I appeared at the training ground that had been brimming with color heads.

Entering, I could already see myriad groups of familiar faces stitching with one another. As I walked, I noticed a few sneaking glances at me.

Some conversations reached my ears.

"Wow! Who is he? So handsome!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"You don’t know him? He is the one who came late on the second day."

"Ohh, that cool guy who evaded Mrs. Emilia’s kick."

"You think that was cool?"

The topic perturbed nearby and lasted only for a short while before I sneaked into a corner, waiting for the event or drama to start.

"So, you were here?"

I paused a bit and turned around to see a familiar guy leaning against the pillar.

"What are you doing here?"

"Same as you. Avoiding the limelight."

I blinked, staring at his face covered by bangs.

"Do you even have a redeeming feature for you to be in the limelight?"

Reed became flustered and pointed at me, "You... How dare you say that to me... To your own master... You don’t have my charisma, bitch! I am the descendant of the Eternal Dragon God."

I closed my ears to stop that gibberish from corrupting me and asked, "When did I accept you as my master?"

"Ohh! Did you forget what happened last time?" Reed asked, and to my surprise, pulled out his phone, playing a recording.

[Listen, bro. It seems you lack mental fortitude, unable to tolerate the class of that geezer. Accept me as your master, and I shall bestow you the fortitude of bravery.]

[Yeah, whatever.]

"That…. CREAAKK!

My words were struck by a loud screeching squeak as a boy was thrown away by a yank.

Reed looked at the entrance to see a young man with a very handsome face, dark chestnut hair, and jet-black eyes. An imposing aura was spreading from him as he led the two behind him.

From his neatly arranged clothes, I could see his clothes were just ironed this morning. His accessories, which shaped his looks, were enough to show that this young man before me was someone who attached importance to his appearance.

Stopping, he looked at the boy he had thrown and spoke coldly, "I have no problem where you stand, but stop blocking the door."

"Haa! Edwin, don’t be like this. Chill down," a boy tried to calm the situation and was about to pat him when a chilling pressure erupted from Edwin.

"Shut up! If you want to stay here, learn some manners. One doesn’t know where to stand, another doesn’t know when to speak and interrupts others when speaking," Edwin said coldly, looking around with a fierce glare.

"You are all studying in a reputed place that has been created by the sacrifice of many, so do what you are here to do rather than wasting time on gibberish."

"Edwin, now who pissed you off early in the morning?"

Edwin’s ears perked up, and his expression distorted. He didn’t turn, but he could already see an annoying platinum-haired woman walking there.

CLICK! Click!

With a clicking sound, a girl quite tall for her age appeared with a smirk and spoke to Edwin.

"Edwin, you should restrain your temper. After all, not everyone is as noble as us. You can’t expect manners from the dogs."

Many who thought she was speaking for them suddenly frowned, feeling something was wrong with her words.

"Freya..."

"Yes, Edwin! Do you want to say something?" Freya asked with a smile.

Edwin’s expression was distorted.

"Stop being a bother." Then he looked around and muttered softly,

"I will owe it to anyone if he or she can stop her from bothering me."

"Bother?… How did I bother you?" Freya asked with a smile.

"You!" Edwin controlled himself and, ignoring her, walked away.

"Hey, while you are going—"

"Just shut up and stop being annoying," Edwin spoke coldly and walked to his stand.His pace was clearly faster than previous.

Everyone who stood before him dispersed, running to the side.

Freya’s smile vanished, casting an expression that matched Edwin’s quite well.

Then she looked at the people staring at her. Irked by it, she scoffed, "Stop staring at me."

"Can’t you two do something about that temper?"

Freya looked irritably at the green-haired lady who appeared with a smug smile.

"Shut up. Also, you don’t have any right to interfere here, Leila," she spoke coldly.

Behind her was the golden-haired lady Selena and the redhead Ava. At the entrance door, she spotted a pale blue-haired boy who piqued her curiosity due to the recent news.

The boy had managed to deal with a renowned bandit with little to no injury. The tale was quite widespread because the bandits were all awakened and terrorized the place.

Even though he looked weak, taking on an entire gang of bandits who didn’t play by the rules wasn’t easy.

Ashton noticed the gaze and stared at Freya, who shook her head and looked at Leila. "Instead of butting heads with me, you should improve yourself so as not to stain the honor of nobles."

Leila’s expression stiffened, and Selena decided to interfere with a glare. "You shouldn’t be rude like this."

"Stop preaching to me. It’s the same for you, idiot. With such bloodline potential, you are ranked at 8 when light is the most fearsome element against the abyssal threat."

"What a waste!" Freya sneered, making Selena frown, unable to retort.

"You bitch!" Leila cursed and was almost prepared to pounce when Freya decided to ignore her.

Ava then came and patted Leila, saying, "It’s okay."

Selena and Leila’s gazes softened, but what they heard next made them cough blood.

"Just get stronger and beat her."

Their expressions cracked, and Leila screamed, "Are you consoling me or sprinkling salt on my wounds?"

"Huh? Why did you say that? It’s the truth, isn’t it? After all, you are weaker than her."

"Damn! I am gonna kill you."

"Stop!" Roderick sneaked in and grabbed Leila, who tried to shake him off.

"Let me go! I am gonna kill her first, then the other bitch," Leila shouted, shoving Roderick, who looked at Ashton for help, but he just shook his head and stepped back, ignoring them as if he didn’t know them.

In the midst of this, a clap echoed followed by a cold voice.

"All of you behave yourself and get back in line. It’s time for class," a loud soothing voice resonated in the space.

Everyone turned and saw Emila appear alongside a stranger.