Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 40 - Hunting Begins

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Hunting Begins

Roger had no idea how much time had passed as he suffered repeatedly in the depths of agony, wishing at this moment that he could just die immediately.

Finally, the effects of the Pain Potion ended, and he struggled to get up, but after several attempts, he couldn’t control his body.

The potion had completely destroyed his muscle fibers, and the pain he felt now far exceeded any workout he had experienced before—had it been before, he would have likely fainted.

But without a comparison, there was no harm.

Compared to the agony just before, it was now incredibly mild.

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It took him a good fifteen minutes to crawl to the nearby bed, where he let down his last guard, not even bothering to set an alarm, before darkness enveloped his vision, and he lost consciousness entirely.

When he awoke, it was already bright outside, and Roger sat up abruptly, shocked.

“My strength?”

He paused, feeling a surge of power within him. Seeing the empty vials on the floor, Roger shivered.

He truly did not want to experience that near-death sensation again.

“How could anyone perform precise movements after taking a Pain Potion?”

The thought alone was terrifying—what kind of mental fortitude and physical control did it take to achieve that?

Now, it wasn’t just about executing Universal Sword Techniques—moving normally was a near-death experience.

“Did I get something wrong?”

“Isn’t this difficulty a bit too horrifying for a novice?”

Roger wasn’t exactly a tough guy, but he didn’t think the pain he endured last night was just an appetizer.

“It’s the Concentration Potion!”

He suddenly slapped his thigh.

The effects of the Concentration Potion had amplified his perception of his body and his mental focus, serving as a catalyst that intensified the pain manyfold.

“You really don’t die until you do something foolish.”

“Should I try taking only the Pain Potion next time?”

“Maybe another day…”

Roger thought with lingering fear.

Checking the time, he guessed it was almost seven outside. Going back would result in another round of complaints.

With a helpless shake of his head, Roger hurriedly packed up the equipment, changed his clothes, and dashed home.

No incidents occurred on the way. His stamina was abundant, and his speed had significantly increased; the effects of the Pain Potion were indeed remarkable.

But the cost was also extremely severe.

Perhaps this was the inevitable result of quickly breaking through one’s physical limits.

Strength development is a slow process. By using alchemical means, Roger bypassed this accumulation phase but paid a steep price.

After making do on the vehicle all night, the burly man with the flushed face woke up feeling particularly worn out, and just then, he saw Roger running leisurely towards him from afar.

“When did this kid leave?”

The burly man’s face suddenly changed, “Could this kid have discovered me?”

“A regular high school student, how could that be possible?”

What relieved Roger was that Adeline had left the house early before dawn, sparing him her inquiries, but Amanda did not seem as pleased.

In her eyes, this was the deplorable behavior of an ally sneaking around behind her back.

“Where have you been?”

During dinner, Amanda asked in a low voice.

“I suspected someone was following me, so I carefully experimented a bit.”

“What?”

Amanda’s complexion changed, and she was successfully drawn into the conversation by Roger.

This was also something Roger had deliberated on and decided to reveal to Amanda; naturally, he didn’t feel it was appropriate to discuss Ivy’s matter outright, but he did indeed need to give Amanda a warning.

The signs all pointed to the fact that the Three Holy Spirits were likely no saints. Should they fail to find a breakthrough with him, they might turn their attention towards the people around him.

However, it seemed that such a situation was not going to happen just yet.

Feeling the impending crisis, Roger quietly touched the Pain Potion in his pocket, knowing that to become stronger, one must endure the corresponding agony.

After dinner, Amanda and Jack went to school, while Roger stayed at home alone. He discovered a new message on the notice board in his mind.

Universal Sword Techniques LV1: You have a basic grasp of the essential swordsmanship moves and can carry out corresponding training independently. Persist in your training, and upon reaching a certain level, perhaps you can comprehend its essence.

Elven Dagger Technique LV1: Embodying both elegance and lethality, this technique takes into consideration both physical conditioning and combat skills. Your mastery of the dagger far exceeds that of an ordinary person.

“There’s an actual level to this?”

Roger was startled for a moment. He recalled that the Nivagard Body Strengthening Technique he had been practicing never showed such a message—either the level was too low, or it was inherently simpler.

In reality, the two sword techniques Roger was currently practicing could only be considered training methods rather than genuine combat skills. The Elven Dagger Technique was slightly better, but the Universal Sword Techniques included hardly any serious combat moves.

They were meant more to temper the practitioner’s strength and toughen the body.

It seemed that before becoming a true Demon Hunter, skill appeared to be of little importance.

Upon further reflection, it did make some sense.

It’s similar to playing a game: in the early stages when there are hardly any skill points, focusing on strength to increase damage output couldn’t hurt.

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Beginning his training once more, Roger decided not to take a Concentration Potion but instead drank a diluted Pain Potion and commenced his exercises in the room.

Compared to the previous night, he had voluntarily diluted the potion even further; the pain had significantly decreased, but it was almost at the limit of what he could tolerate.

The Pain Potion naturally included some regeneration properties, but Roger kept training without pause, and his body’s recovery couldn’t keep up.

He clenched his teeth; as long as his body could move, he would continue to train fervently.

And so, an entire day passed silently. At night, lying in bed, the intense pain prevented him from sleeping, and the generic car that had been parked on the street corner had vanished.

Roger felt a sinking feeling in his heart and harbored a few bad premonitions.

“What if the adversary took advantage of the empty house during the day and forcefully entered?”

The thought no sooner crossed his mind than all sleepiness dissipated.

“No, I can’t keep waiting like this. I must take the initiative, at the very least I need to understand the enemy’s strength!”

The next day, after Adeline left, he rode his bike to the town center, bought what he needed, and by chance met Greg. Something stirred in Roger. He approached Greg and whispered something to him.

Before long, the burly Greg followed the direction Roger had indicated. There, the red-faced man hiding in the car shifted in discomfort.

After managing to deal with Greg, when he looked around again, Roger was nowhere to be seen.

As the sun set, Roger returned home on time, noting during the conversation Adeline’s undisguised disgust for the so-called lawyer sent by Ivy.

After dinner, he went to bed early to rest.

At midnight, Roger got up, changed into a black outfit, jumped out the window without concealing his tracks, and headed straight for the woods.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

The hunt had begun.