Chapter 2 The Witcher

Gunie stared at this four-eyed monster.

And this four-eyed monster clung to the outside of the train window, staring back at Gunie with its four eyes.

This guy was truly a reckless, fearless one.

“Its aura is only at the first rank.”

“And I… hmm… in its eyes, I should just be an ordinary person.”

“It’s not afraid of me, which is only normal.”

“Completely invisible to normal vision, it should be a soul-type supernatural species.”

“Soul perception can sense the anomaly, but it’s hard to pinpoint its location precisely. When I project my soul to form a soul perception domain, then I can clearly perceive the form and position of this intangible, formless soul entity.”

“But my source power vision can see this guy with perfect clarity.”

While staring at the four-eyed monster, Gunie quickly thought it over in his mind.

After they glared at each other for about half a minute, the monster seemed to grow impatient.

“Sss—”

It let out a sharp hiss, and a piercing soul-tearing impact struck Gunie’s mind.

Gunie blocked it as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, its claws pierced directly through the glass, swiping at Gunie’s face.

The moment the opponent struck, Gunie’s reaction was nearly simultaneous.

Five strands of fifth-rank Puppet Secret Thread shot out instantly.

With his promotion to the third rank, Gunie’s soul thought speed had also increased slightly.

It had risen from 25 spells per second to 27 spells per second.

Five spells in an instant was as easy as eating or drinking for Gunie.

Of the five Puppet Secret Threads, two penetrated and coiled around its left and right claws, one penetrated and coiled around its head, and two more went deep into its body.

For this first-rank soul monster, a single fifth-rank Puppet Secret Thread could bind it tightly.

To prevent it from breaking free with some special ability, Gunie used five threads outright—a cautious approach to ensure this soul-like monster was completely captured.

The puppet threads bound it instantly.

They froze the soul monster in midair on the spot.

Its claws were less than half a meter from Gunie’s cheek, but no matter what, they could not advance another inch.

“Sss, sss…”

The soul monster let out sharp screeches, but such soul impacts could not affect Gunie in the slightest.

On one hand, Gunie’s soul was already a powerful third-rank elite-level +2 soul.

During these two months of idling, Gunie had steadily consumed “Dawn of the Soul.”

After two minor transformations, his soul’s supernatural trait rank had reached elite +2.

His resistance to various soul-type attacks had naturally increased greatly.

On the other hand, the king-level plant “Hell Shadow Tree” that Gunie had planted had borne a supernatural fruit, “True·Ming Source Fruit.”

After several months of idling, with a thousandfold time flow and an additional 50% time flow later, the “Hell Shadow Tree” had produced its first “True·Ming Source Fruit” half a month ago.

Gunie naturally ate this fruit, which could enhance soul defense, on the spot.

In the following half hour, Gunie could clearly feel his soul defense ability had increased considerably.

The elite-level soul, combined with the powerful traits of the True·Ming Source Fruit, made Gunie’s current soul defense ability greatly enhanced.

Previously, soul resistance and defense had been Gunie’s weak point.

Now, Gunie’s soul itself could block many powerful soul-type attack methods.

The continuous screeching impacts could not harm Gunie, and this soul monster also found its body being bound tighter and tighter by those bizarre threads.

The clarity of fear finally began to take root in its mind.

"Hiss... hiss..."

Uttering a sound like a wail, the soul-body monster finally thought of fleeing.

But no matter how the soul-body creature struggled and fled, its body, under the effect of the puppet threads, was like a kite tethered by a string—no matter how it drifted, it could not escape.

"Perfect. I've been planning to condense a resonance rune to build my secondary soul lately, and this thing is just right for me to study."

Then, Gune gave the puppet threads a sudden yank.

The soul-body monster outside the glass window was directly pulled by Gune toward the carriage interior.

The head of the soul-body monster, with its ferocious face, had just entered the carriage when, before Gune could take out the corresponding sealing device,

with a "Bang!" a faint gunshot suddenly rang out.

A bullet gleaming with silver light directly pierced the head of the soul-body monster that Gune had pulled in.

Then, under Gune's stunned gaze,

the soul-body monster rapidly cracked and disintegrated from the bullet hole on its forehead, turning into black mist that quickly dissipated.

Gune turned his head and looked toward the entrance of the small compartment.

There stood a female witcher in her early twenties, with short red hair, wearing a hunting hat and a suit of magic-copper mithril leather armor bearing many battle scars, holding a demon-hunting revolver.

On the outer side of her right thigh was another revolver, presumably of magic-copper mithril quality, and at her waist there should be weapons like a short blade.

The female witcher's wheat-colored skin displayed her healthy physique, adding extra charm to her appearance.

Her above-average looks, accentuated by the high peaks of her bosom under the leather armor, gave her a touch of mature allure.

After a quick glance at this female witcher, a question arose in Gune's mind.

"How could you steal my kill?"

Before Gune could voice his accusation,

the female witcher's fingers moved with great dexterity, spinning the revolver like a wind-fire wheel around her finger before she deftly inserted it into the left holster.

Then, with an air of familiarity, she sat down opposite Gune.

"No need to thank me. I'm 'Diana Rook,' a professional witcher."

"Are you also a supernatural? Can you see them too?"

The female witcher Diana Rook fixed her bright eyes on Gune.

At this moment, Gune had a slight realization.

"From the energy bullet of this woman, she should be Tier 3. She can't see or sense my puppet threads. When I pulled the monster in, it looked just like the monster was pouncing in from outside."

"And then this female witcher happened to see it."

"And so, my poor little lab rat met an untimely end."

Gune quickly weighed the matter in his mind, then slowly spoke.

"Thank you for saving me. If that monster had entangled me, I might have had trouble escaping."

"Oh?" At Gune's words, the female witcher named Diana immediately became interested.

"So you really can see them."

"Yes." Gune nodded.

"Being able to see them requires remarkable talent." Diana broke into a smile.

"So, are you interested in becoming a witcher?"

Gune: "..."

Gune was a bit speechless. This woman was way too familiar!

"My supernatural sequence doesn't have much to do with witchers. I can't gain energy to improve my strength by hunting and killing enemies."

"Nor can I raise my supernatural combat skill levels or spell levels through battle."

"For me, if battle can be avoided, I try to avoid it. It only causes unnecessary consumption for me." Gune declined tactfully.

"Dad, Sister Anna is recruiting again." At that moment, a voice sounded from the corridor, a rather childish one.