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As they stepped out the door, their weapons quickly attracted the attention of others.
Indeed, the crowd had grown; many hunters had completed their respective missions and returned to the association.
Upon returning, their ultimate goal was to reach Wanderer's Home, where they could choose the weapons they had long coveted. These weapons were earned through their lives, and once obtained, they would be cherished immensely. The weapons and Protective Gear that were previously discarded would be sold at a discount to other hunters or simply sold back to Wanderer's Home's Weapon Store for half the price.
Although this practice might seem like a loss, all hunters engaged in it for a singular purpose: the so-called Path to Strength.
Of course, the tasks set by the association were not solely intended for hunters to fight blindly until death; they also hoped to retain a cohesive group of hunters who could be useful in the future when the next Cosmic Bug War approached.
However, many outcomes were unpredictable. Often, it was the team leaders who perished in battle, while those with weaker abilities managed to survive.
In such cases, there was no alternative; these weaker individuals would undoubtedly work harder after facing adversity, believing that soon they too would become Pillars of the Community within their teams.
Everyone had the potential to grow; it depended on how significantly an event impacted them. It only took a moment, a single phrase, or a shared glance for that desire to become stronger—an unwavering determination to survive—to surge forth. This transformation was meant for when that moment arrived.
For the sake of that moment's arrival, Hunters strove to grow stronger, adapting to various environments and tactics, ultimately aiming to become renowned hunters—a feat not without precedent in other times.
Yet, during what was supposed to be a time of rest, they were already adapting to their weapons. To facilitate quicker acclimatization, Freyr specifically spent money to rent a place for rigorous training—a Sword Dojo run by an elderly master. The master was quite advanced in age, and Freyr paid a hefty sum to secure this space for honing skills and recuperation.
In fact, right next to the dojo lay a Rice Field. A simple greeting with the farmers would ensure that any leftover wheat stalks could be bundled together and supplied for use at the dojo.
The dojo consumed wheat stalks regularly; swordsmanship required swift strikes against opponents. Thus, using dummies as targets felt wasteful. Instead, spending some money on these agricultural byproducts as teaching tools made sense. Bundles of dozens were created; even an adult would find it challenging to slice through them in one blow. If the blade were exceptional, it might be possible, but most knives in the dojo were ordinary blades or Bamboo Swords—mostly unsharpened.
However, aside from Freyr wielding a sword, everyone else had their own weapons.
Additionally, he had established connections with those around him, ensuring that they produced ready-made goods, even sending over rice roots, and everything was going well financially.
Now was the time to put in the effort. After all, the Old Shopkeeper was quite open-minded; as long as they cleaned up the place before leaving, there wouldn't be any issues.
Their weapons had been modified, so their power was lacking. After a simple test, it became clear that the rice roots needed to be thickened. Upon measuring, he found that they needed to be thick enough for four people to embrace together; only then would the sword not shatter upon impact. It was only at this level that it would have any training value; otherwise, it would be meaningless.
Reaching that level made training worthwhile. Even Xiong Tai couldn't break through the obstacles before them alone.
However, if they couldn't achieve this before their next mission, it would be difficult for them to complete it with high confidence.
After all, there were too many of those creatures that were more formidable than they had imagined. That previous war had claimed too many lives, and it was time to show them a bit of color.
With a week left until the next mission, this week of seclusion meant no one would come to disturb them. They had plenty of Dumbbells and other equipment to enhance their physical abilities. Regardless, after completing the mission, they would return; Freyr had already paid a year's rent, making the Old Shopkeeper merely a caretaker watching over their equipment.
If he were to earn some extra money during this time, it wouldn't be an issue as long as the training equipment remained undamaged.
A week of seclusion wasn't too long; thankfully, it helped everyone adapt to their abilities. The Point-Line Eye still hadn't shown any results, but according to calculations and considering Relock's physique, the Point-Line Eye could only maintain its effect for one second.
Maintaining that one second, combined with an attack action, was something that ordinary people couldn't achieve.
However, it would take a lot of time to hone their skills to adapt to this timeframe; for now, all they needed was time.
But a week seemed too short; they hadn't even passed the adaptation period, let alone use it for distant attacks.
Freyr had already regained some of his past strength through training; he had put in considerable effort.
With the help of the Health Doctor in various aspects, he managed to reduce his belly and significantly improve his physical condition.
However, they had to leave at this moment. There was only today left before the next submission deadline; otherwise, their team would be frozen, which would undoubtedly be a devastating blow to their current business. Naturally, there was no spare merit or reward points to unlock the team and get it running again.
After discussing everything in the morning, they asked the Old Shopkeeper to help look after the facilities here, and then they quickly ran back to the Hunter Facility's Central Governance Hall.
On the right side of the hall was the famous Flame Tower, while on the left was Wanderer's Home.
Still on the first floor, they picked up a tablet and began browsing the available missions.
The difficulty of the missions had not changed much. Having had a previous experience, this time they felt much more at ease with their choices.
There were still ten Bounty Missions and three rare Daily Tasks.
The Bounty Missions were similar to before, with each type of mission involving a specific kind of creature.
But their thinking was still too simplistic; perhaps someone had anticipated this method, as now they saw that all loopholes related to these missions had been thoroughly eliminated.
"Uh, there's nothing left," Freyr blinked, unsure of what to do.
"Simple enough; just choose according to your thoughts," Ross replied. Indeed, there were no challenging missions available. Although they were a Soldier-Level Hunter Team with three experienced members, given how well they had coordinated in their last mission, there was no reason to repeat the same tasks. If they were going to do it, they might as well choose the most difficult part among the available missions.
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