Demon Hunter and His Cabin

"The sea area we are in now belongs to Bordeaux City, where storms are frequent, so many meteorological observation points have been established along the coast."

"This place was converted from a lighthouse many years ago."

Kant stopped the work in his hands.

"I was assigned here two years ago, my predecessor observer was named Nick, a optimistically just good fellow."

"He was nearing retirement age, so I took over his position. Our work handover lasted for about a month, but on the day before his departure, a rare storm suddenly struck."

"I've been at sea for so many years and have never seen the ocean so turbulent, it was as if it was anticipating something."

"The torrential rain lasted for nearly a week, and we were completely cut off from the outside world, no phones, no ships, just the two of us. Thankfully, the food left in the lighthouse was plentiful enough to last us both for about half a year."

"But on the seventh day of the storm's advent, those terrible creatures surged up with the tide."

"Seeing those things for the first time, we were terrified and in such a panic that we even forgot the guns in our hands."

A look of fear appeared on Kant's face.

"That night, their shrieking resounded in our ears until it retreated back into the sea before daylight."

"And that was the beginning of the nightmare."

"Every day following, those creatures would come ashore with the storm, as if trying to destroy the light from the lighthouse, piling up and climbing up furiously."

"Nick and I could only pick up our guns."

Kant gestured a shooting motion at Roger.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"One after another, we'd blow their heads off!"

"But there were too many of them, and Nick, being old, had trouble guarding his direction in the dark. He had his chest torn open by those monsters, and then they dragged him down from the lighthouse."

Kant sighed.

"The next day when I went out, I only saw a pool of blood among the broken stones below, and it didn't take long for the sea to wash away the stains."

"The storm that lasted for nearly half a month finally subsided, the sky cleared, and I kept watch for three more nights. But those creatures, as if they disappeared, never showed up again."

"On the fifth day, the supply ship approached the island. It was originally here to take Nick home, but now not even a body could be found."

"I recounted the events in detail to the liaison on the ship."

A look of exhaustion appeared on Kant's face.

"But everyone thought I was hallucinating. They told me that Nick must have fallen into the sea during the storm."

"There are no such things as monsters in this world."

"It was all just my delusion, they even sent a psychologist to stay with me on the island for half a month."

"But nothing happened."

"During that time, even I started to believe there was something wrong with my mind. A month after the counselor left, everything was normal, just when I thought life was getting back on track..."

"On a stormy night, those monsters appeared again!"

Kant rubbed his rough face.

"If no one believes it, then so be it. One day I will kill the last one of them, and then drag its corpse to show everyone that I was right!"

Kant growled with a puffed face.

Roger was just listening carefully, not making a sound the entire time, but Kant's words not only failed to resolve the doubts in his mind, they made him even more anxious.

He tried to speak several times, but each time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back down.

If he hadn't seen that scene on the seashore that night, he might have believed Kant, but now, he just felt a chill down his spine and even wanted to turn around and flee the lighthouse.

But where could he go?

Last night, he was lucky. If one more of those creatures had attacked him, Roger's body might very well be cold by now.

He had never desired to become strong as urgently as he did at this moment.

"I've cleaned out the bottom two floors of the lighthouse, the very bottom floor you can use for living, and the one above will be our dining room. Stay here in the evenings for the next few days."

Kant said to Roger.

"You could give me a gun, and I could help you guard the lighthouse at night."

Roger suggested.

But Kant shook his head.

"There's only one gun left on the island, and the bullets are limited."

He looked at Roger.

"Great little fellow, have a good rest here. After these few days, when the supply ship docks, I will send you to a nearby town. Your parents must be worried sick after you've been missing for so long."

"Parents?"

Roger put on a pained expression, hugged his head, and murmured, "I can't remember. Apart from my name, I can't recall anything."

"Poor little fellow."

Then Kant simply treated Roger's wound on his back and then showed him around the bottom two floors of the lighthouse.

Actually, there wasn't much to see. The interior was simple, and there weren't many pieces of decent furniture.

However, this time, Roger did not hear any strange noises. After last night's battle and having guarded all night, he was utterly exhausted.

After hesitating for a moment, Roger chose not to rest in the lighthouse but found an excuse to return to his own cabin.

He dragged the bodies of the two Murlocs out and dug a shallow pit behind the woods. With the current situation, leaving the bodies for too long would cause them to stink.

After cleaning up the cabin, an exhausted Roger lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Eight hours later, he would become lively and vigorous once again.

Meanwhile, on the upper floor of the lighthouse, Kant unlocked a room key and opened one of the rooms, which was filled with an offensive stench of evil. In a crude iron cage, a humanoid creature was bound.

"This is fate. I didn't want to do this, but they came a month earlier than before."

"Did I miscalculate? There shouldn't have been any attacks recently."

Kant held his head.

"Who can tell me what to do?"

"He's still just a child!"

But soon the hesitation in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his expression grew fierce.

"Who can prove he was ever here?"

"No one, no one!"

"Heaven wants him dead. Just wait a few more days for a ship to dock, and he could leave this place."

"But now..."

"He has discovered the island's secret, and he will definitely tell others. Before long, many will come here."

Kant's expression in his eyes became determined.

"No!"

"We can't let anyone know our secret."

Kant looked at the shadow in the cage, his gaze soft. He reached out wanting to touch the other's cheek, but all he got was violent struggling and a roar stuck in the throat.

All hesitations completely vanished, and his eyes filled with a thick intent to kill.

"Kill him, tonight!"