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"Yes, you heard me right. The person I argued with yesterday has left the team."
"The team doesn't need a hunter who disrupts the atmosphere. In contrast, a harmonious team achieves the highest level of cooperation," Russell continued.
"Exactly," Anis said with a smile, and to everyone's surprise, he stood up from his wheelchair.
This action startled the nurse nearby, who nearly fainted. Just yesterday, Anis had undergone surgery, and now he was able to stand up. What a rapid recovery!
However, the ability to recover quickly was one of Anis's greatest strengths.
"Anis, I need to consult the doctor. You can't move on your own," the young nurse immediately reacted, calling out.
"Move? I'm not moving at all. I've already recovered. Right now, I just want to join the battle. In a week, once my abilities are fully restored, nothing will be able to trouble me," Anis said politely with a slight smile, as he began to remove the bandages from his body layer by layer, like willow fluff, revealing his fair skin underneath.
"This is impossible! No way! This is too strange," the nurse exclaimed in disbelief, her mouth agape.
"There's nothing strange about it. This is my Ability. Besides, I mainly suffered from superficial injuries; it's nothing serious," Anis replied calmly.
At this point, Anis had completely removed all the bandages from his body. A faint layer of bruises and corrosive scars was still visible. To heal such wounds properly would typically require skin grafting—replacing the damaged skin with new layers since the corrupted flesh could not be salvaged.
Although surgery could quickly help restore him to normalcy, it often led to side effects. However, the procedure Anis underwent was merely to eliminate acidic fluids from his body; the corrosive Target was anything but ordinary.
Initially, when there wasn't enough skin available for grafting, he had to use ointments and wrap bandages around himself to prevent exposure to air and secondary infections while avoiding dry environments that could lead to complications.
For a patient, this was undoubtedly a severe blow.
Yet now it seemed that his skin had already received treatment and had been resting for two months.
No wonder the nurse was astonished and exclaimed that it was impossible.
"My Ability is simply Puppet Threads, used for both healing and attacking."
"Don't be fooled by my current appearance; I performed a surgery on myself and transplanted skin from my buttocks and inner thighs. After a week of recovery, I should be able to rejoin the team as a combatant."
The others were astonished into silence, even Russell was taken aback by the ability to both attack and heal.
This discovery was no less significant than uncovering the existence of the Astonishing Time Bond ability.
The leader Russell had never fully understood Anis's background; he was a spoiled rich kid who ignored mission orders, perhaps the grandson of some high-ranking official in the association.
Perhaps because of this thought, Russell had been particularly attentive to Anis along the way.
However, Anis's role did not manifest in combat; aside from being able to use a gun, his other combat abilities were virtually nonexistent.
Had they known that his ability would be the reverse Puppet Threads, they should not have allowed him to charge recklessly into action.
It seemed that he had seen Anis grab a gun, as if entering a frenzied state, resembling a berserk condition, more like symptoms of rage.
Now, however, Russell realized that this was merely the effect of Anis activating his killing mode; the difference between Anis with a gun and without one was like night and day.
The so-called Puppet Threads, in simpler terms, were just an extension of the Amplified Thought Ability, transformed into countless nearly invisible threads. If there were enough threads, their density could even move several tons of weight.
With such a powerful ability at his disposal, it was perplexing that he chose not to use it; firearms in Anis's hands were merely toys for him, and he had reached an almost masterful level of skill.
This made it clear that anything overly powerful often had unexpected and extremely fragile aspects.
"Alright, you're the exception. Just take care of your health so you can participate in future missions."
"The team doesn't want to lose anyone. Everyone take care of yourselves. John has already been taken out; we should soon have new hunters joining us. During this rest period, let's all recuperate and avoid causing trouble," said Russell.
The leaders nodded in agreement. A rare moment of peace was indeed a form of rest. However, even during this downtime, they could only act discreetly within this newly established militarized fortress.
They no longer hoped for excitement but could settle for playing cards.
"But before that, there are still some matters to discuss. Although this is officially designated rest time from above, due to a significant incident that has occurred, we may still be called to execute missions during this break. Therefore, we must ensure we remain alert and energized at all times," Russell said suddenly with an extremely serious expression.
The cheerful atmosphere shifted abruptly as all the Hunters turned their attention to their temporary leader, Russell.
"What happened that we don't know about?" Suddenly, a hunter asked.
He was a middle-aged man who appeared somewhat composed, dressed in red leather, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead indicating he had sustained some injuries. However, this did not affect his core position within the group.
"Earlier, when we left that factory, Anis sent out a location signal. Afterward, everyone who went to check it out went missing; it was an Investigation Team. Then the association dispatched a new Investigation Team, this time with double the number of well-equipped members compared to the previous team. Yet, upon reaching the site, they also lost contact."
"The Military Department received a segment of crying sounds on the Ansebo communication channel. It resembled the cries of some creature. Upon comparison, no known species could produce such a cry except for the extinct Giant Salamander and possibly an infant's voice. It might be a little-known potential creature that current entomologists have yet to discover." Russell paused here, signaling for the Hunters present to focus.
When the Hunters heard this news, it felt as if a nuclear bomb had detonated in their minds, exploding all memories from when they left.
They could no longer indulge in the joy of an extended vacation; after all, they had encountered those creatures that bullets couldn't kill. Were they perhaps organisms not documented in biology?
These creatures were born without fear of bullets, able to survive even when shot in the head.
If flames couldn't incinerate those monsters, then even one surviving individual could spell disaster.
Once they matured, they could bring devastating destruction to the surrounding environment; even the Zerg would not be spared.
"I think I heard a strange sound back then; it felt unsettling and left my thoughts in disarray," Freyr said, closing his eyes and standing there dazedly, speaking hesitantly.
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