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In the early morning, the Hunter Association, known for its towering structure, stood prominently in the heart of the city. The building featured a striking dome, with its four sides adorned with the high-level declarations of the Hunter Association, and its emblem resembling a golden spear.
The Spear of the Victor—anyone who saw this emblem would feel a deep respect for the hunters.
As people rushed into the association, many had already gathered at the entrance, located to the east of the former city hall. Among them were individuals from other cities, including muscular bald men and delicate scholars with slicked-back hair, creating a stark contrast to one another.
However, those inside were far from merely appearing weak; if they only possessed such limited abilities, they would never have made it to the selection process.
According to advertisements on the official website, the Hunter Association was recruiting individuals of ambition and granting them honorary hunter medals that would be permanently recorded. Even if a medal were lost along the way, information about the individual could still be retrieved from the Hunter Association using their identification number or personal file.
In other words, starting from this moment, once someone obtained a hunter medal, even if it were given away or stolen, it could still hold significant value in the black market. The benefits of the medal extended beyond basic needs for a comfortable life; it also included additional subsidies that allowed an ordinary person to enjoy a life of luxury.
With this understanding, Freyr realized why so many social elites were eager to try their luck at the Hunter Association. As long as they grasped the rules, even if today was just a trial run, they could have another chance to participate and succeed next time. If they gave up hope entirely, those living in poverty would truly struggle to survive.
This apprehension led to an overwhelming response when the association publicly announced recruitment messages to all citizens and even members of high society. Among those present were retired soldiers who had served in combat, martial artists with numerous disciples, and politicians who sought to elevate their family's status by sending their children into this unarmed competition.
Ultimately, after layers of selection processes, only a small number of individuals would qualify to enter the headquarters. Naturally, when Freyr saw so many elites standing before him, he instinctively felt a desire to retreat. The crowd was larger than he had imagined; who knew how many qualified candidates would remain by the final review?
Standing at the back of the line, Freyr slowly moved forward with the ebbing crowd. Before long, he noticed that many others had lined up behind him as well. He felt somewhat distressed; things were not as he had anticipated. He had thought that simply receiving an Invitation Letter would allow him to pass directly through the final assessment and become a hunter capable of forming his own team.
However, witnessing the scene before him caused his hopes to fade away. Yet soon after, something exciting caught his attention—a figure pushing through the crowd with an imposing presence that sent shivers down people's spines. The silhouette was familiar; with each step forward, this person's bulk pressed against those behind them, making it impossible for anyone to move forward.
"Hey, you bastard! What are you doing? Get out of my way! You’re crushing me!" shouted an ugly-looking young man from further back in line, prompting a chorus of agreement from others behind him.
The Huge Guy flexed his muscles, causing his chest to tremble slightly. He tilted his head back and glared, looking fierce and intimidating. "What? Do you have something to say?"
"Yeah, big guy, I have a lot to say to you," Chou retorted angrily.
"And what if you do? What can you do about it?" After saying this, the man arrogantly turned his head away with a huff. It was clear that he had heard Chou's words. The surrounding crowd fell silent, the tension palpable as some people seemed eager for a fight, but the brute's keen awareness kept things from escalating. Chou's face was visibly flushed with anger.
Chou stomped his feet in frustration, biting down on his handkerchief while muttering under his breath that he would personally eliminate this person in the next review, hoping to embarrass him in front of everyone.
Of course, no one knew what he was thinking. The others present believed that Chou had backed down. Little did they know that Chou's heart was far more complex than his appearance suggested.
Freyr couldn't help but notice the situation unfolding before him. He recognized the familiar figure not far away and stepped forward. "Hey, it's you, Xiong Tai."
The brute turned slightly at the sound of his name. "Haha, long time no see! I didn't expect you to remember me; what a coincidence!" Freyr reached out to shake Xiong Tai's hand, which was so massive it enveloped both of Freyr's hands.
Xiong Tai had changed significantly since their school days. His physique was now muscular and athletic, resembling that of a bodybuilder. However, it was evident that his muscles were not the result of steroids but rather the product of hard work chasing wild beasts in the wilderness. Scars crisscrossed his chest and arms—marks left from training back home that had now become badges of honor. As he often said, each scar was a testament to manhood; the more scars one had, the stronger they appeared.
"We can talk about everything later; let's get through this review first," Freyr replied calmly. Although he had much to discuss with Xiong Tai, the current situation didn't allow for idle chatter.
Xiong Tai seemed moved by Freyr's words; tears almost welled up in his eyes. Despite his rough exterior, he had a sensitive side. He patted his chest and declared, "No need for anything else! Once we have a team together, we'll dominate and become the top hunters."
"Oh? Then it's settled."
Freyr understood Xiong Tai's straightforward nature and shook his hand once more.
As the conversation continued, a young man emerged from the corridor of the building. Weakly holding a Horn, he took a deep breath and announced loudly, "Alright, those in line, please take out your Invitation Letters. We need to verify your identities. Please proceed one by one into the corridor. If there are any disputes or fights, I will declare that you have automatically forfeited your choice. No one dares to speak disrespectfully in front of me. Follow the rules I've set; that's final. One at a time."
The contestants regained their composure and looked seriously ahead. Then Xiong Tai flexed his muscles, took a step back, and grinned, "Let my brother go first, if you don't mind. It's settled then."
"Uh, that might not be a good idea," Freyr said, glancing at the resentful expression on Chou's face. A chill ran down his spine as he felt targeted by the other party. He slapped his forehead, thinking that this clumsy teammate really knew how to dig a pit for himself.
"I don't mind; let him stand in front," Chou replied with a sinister smile, his lips twitching slightly. Whether it was anger or genuine fear causing his muscles to tremble was unclear, but Freyr sensed that Chou was furious—especially with the way he looked at others, as if he could see right through them. A hint of murderous intent filled the air, and Freyr struggled to suppress his inner desires, preventing the Gene Lock from being released.
"Thanks! I didn't expect you to be so nice," Xiong Tai said with a hearty laugh as he patted Freyr on the shoulder and moved him into the space in front of him.
"Hey, no need to thank me," Chou muttered, lowering his head as his entire body shook violently.
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