Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 205 (Patreon)

Chapter 205: A Tough Start

At the abandoned construction site, a dozen cement high-rises stood, with weeds and debris scattered everywhere, presenting a scene of desolation.

As night fell, the moonlight appeared and disappeared intermittently, and no signs of life could be felt throughout the complex.

In the highest of these unfinished buildings, a faint light flickered.

Members of the Phantom Troupe were scattered around, sitting with white candles burning around them, providing light inside the building.

In the middle of the ground, a man with bloodstained clothes was tied to a chair, his head covered with a white hood, soaked in blood at the mouth, indicating he was still alive from the slow movements.

The troupe members sat around, looking indifferently at the man.

Chrollo, holding a book in his right hand, sat at the highest point. In the quiet of the abandoned building, the sudden sound of a message notification on his phone was distinctly audible.

He took out his phone, the light of the screen casting on his calm face.

The message was from Luo, informing him that the antique book was not found.

"No?" A flicker of regret passed through Chrollo's eyes as he quickly typed a reply, "Got it," then put the phone away.

The sound of receiving the message and the action of typing drew the attention of the other members.

Facing their gazes, Chrollo remained composed, did not offer an explanation, slightly bowed his head, and flipped through his book.

Turning the pages, he arrived at one with a photo of the man, with rows of text below.

"Secret Room Fish."

Chrollo's lips twitched slightly, then he looked at the man tied to the chair, and Feitan, squatting in front of the chair, his sharp eyes slightly bent, showing a hint of pleasure.

It was visible that the man’s hands and feet were gruesomely bloodied.

"Almost got everything out of him."

Feitan stood up, hands in pockets, turning sideways to look up at Chrollo sitting above.

Chrollo nodded slightly and said, "After tonight, send him to the nearest hospital for treatment."

Feitan shrugged at these words, knowing that Chrollo had to keep this interrogation expert alive; otherwise, he would have killed the man long ago.

Chrollo stood up, waved his hand, and the book disappeared. He looked at the others and calmly said, "For the time being, master the advanced techniques of Nen."

Hearing Chrollo’s words, the troupe members nodded in agreement.

They had captured this man and tortured him harshly, extracting some advanced techniques of Nen ability.

Now, their goal was to begin training, to first master these advanced techniques to strengthen themselves.

......

Luo, upon receiving the reply from Chrollo, paused, thought of Buhara, and made a phone call to check on his status.

After the Hunter Exam, Buhara had followed Dafei into the deep forests to train, focusing not just on Nen abilities but also physical training.

Throughout the call, Buhara spoke mostly of his hardships.

Luo, intending to inquire about Buhara's situation, ended up listening to his complaints most of the time.

Finally, he quickly changed the topic and hung up.

It was unclear what type of physique Buhara had, but despite vigorous training, his fat seemed not to decrease but increased instead.

For this, even Dafei was puzzled. He didn't necessarily want Buhara to develop muscles but to enhance his physical strength and martial skills. Typically, two months would yield some results, but Buhara’s case was quite special.

After briefly learning about Buhara’s recent situation, Luo put down the phone and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Starting tomorrow, he would train his body in the state of Zetsu, in the extremely dangerous Milsy Wetlands.

The black cat had already retracted into Luo's back; the room was so quiet that only Luo's breathing could be heard. Looking sideways, he could see the shimmering moonlight on the lake outside the window.

The next morning.

Luo and his two companions quickly packed up and left the lakeside cabin to head to the nearest city airport to catch an airship.

Three days later, the airship arrived at the airport.

After disembarking, Biscuit met someone and took a bulging parcel from them, casually carrying it in hand, then led Luo and Sanbica in an off-road vehicle straight to the Milsy Wetlands.

Luo didn’t know what was inside the parcel, but when Biscuit got into the off-road vehicle, he saw the vehicle sink dramatically with its weight, sparking his curiosity.

The vehicle drove for half the day, reaching the outskirts of the Milsy Wetlands by four in the afternoon. From there, they could no longer drive into it.

The Milsy Wetlands, as the name implies, was a moist land filled

 with mud pits covering about seventy percent of the area, with the rest being dense forests.

Despite being covered with plants, the land was soft and moist, and the forests provided a natural hiding environment for many dangerous creatures, making it the most dangerous part of the Milsy Wetlands.

Because the outer area was all mud pits, the vehicle could not proceed, and Luo and his companions had to disembark there.

After Luo and the others got off, the driver of the off-road vehicle greeted Biscuit and then drove back.

"Are we going to stay here for a year?" Luo looked ahead at the sparse trees in the muddy landscape, and further away, the increasingly dense forests surrounded by rivers.

"It depends on the situation, put on your weights first," Biscuit casually replied, tossing a parcel filled with weighted gear at Luo’s feet.

The parcel landed with a thud, half of it sinking into the soft ground.

It was indeed weighted...

Seeing Biscuit carry the parcel earlier, Luo had guessed it was weighted, so he wasn’t surprised now.

He bent down to pick up the parcel, slightly struggling, and asked, "How many kilograms is this weighted?"

Biscuit smiled and said, "One hundred kilograms."

Luo nodded and then set down the parcel.

He looked about twelve years old in height and appearance, but his bone age was over fourteen. Although his physique hadn’t kept up with the average level of this world, on Earth, it would be comparable to that of a fitness enthusiast.

Unwrapping the parcel, inside were a vest filled with weights, resembling a bulletproof vest, and eight small pieces of weighted gear prepared for elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles.

Together, these nine pieces of weighted gear totaled one hundred kilograms.

Luo quickly donned the gear, feeling as if pressed by a massive stone, his feet sinking halfway into the ground.

He now couldn’t even use Ten and was purely relying on his body to bear the weight.

Biscuit pointed to a small patch of forest in the distance and said, "Walk there before it gets dark."

Luo looked over and silently nodded, thinking he could manage, but as he started walking, he realized he was sorely mistaken.

The outer area of the Milsy Wetlands was all mud. Wearing one hundred kilograms of weight, Luo stepped into the mud, sinking up to his shins.

That was manageable, but lifting his foot to take the next step was extremely uncomfortable.

The weight, combined with the suction of the mud, made it difficult to move.

After less than ten minutes, Luo began to struggle.

"This is just the beginning..."

Compared to Luo’s difficulties, Biscuit and Sanbica were much more at ease.

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