Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Amidst the embers of the explosion, the 'Collaborator' shakily stood up.

Looking at the dark figure on the ground, he flicked his fingers.

Swish!

An invisible spider silk shot straight into the dark figure's open mouth.

Then...

Proliferation!

Like a parasitic insect, the volume and quantity of the silk began to surge, and after two breaths, dozens of silk threads the thickness of a pinky finger sprouted from the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears of one of 'Jing's Six Evil Dogs'.

Of course, it wasn't just these.

Anywhere with an opening could be penetrated.

"Argh, argh, argh!"

Initially, one of 'Jing's Six Evil Dogs' could still wail in agony, but later, only suppressed moans of pain were heard, as the silk filled his oral cavity and prevented him from making any complete sound.

Yet the most astonishing change happened afterward.

The spider silk began to absorb.

That's right!

Absorb!

Like [Touch of Swagnar] absorption.

Even the invisible spider silk transformed into tentacles at this moment.

Different from [Touch of Swagnar], this absorption wasn't used for division but to repair the 'Collaborator's' injuries.

In mere seconds, the 'Collaborator' was restored to his previous state.

Moreover, his aura grew stronger.

Those spider silks resembling [Touch of Swagnar] quickly retracted, merging back into the 'Collaborator's' body.

The 'Collaborator' smirked, revealing a smile.

He had won again.

Though the process was exceedingly perilous, he was still alive.

Just like last time!

Thinking back to the previous occasion of 'gaining' Transcendent Power, the 'Collaborator' felt lingering fear.

It was truly an instant where carelessness could lead to irreversible disaster.

Fortunately, he won the gamble.

And he obtained the power he never dared to imagine before.

Now it's time to reap the benefits with this power.

Thinking of this, the 'Collaborator' picked up the longsword of one of 'Jing's Six Evil Dogs' and turned away.

As for the corpse on the ground?

He didn't need to care; someone else would clean it up for him.

The residents of Nightless City were the hardest-working.

And the rest of the spoils?

He wasn't interested at all.

Having gained this Extraordinary Power, even common things like the rare submachine guns he once valued no longer held his interest.

Let alone a regular 'Postman's' personal belongings.

Only the longsword of Bit, one of 'Jing's Six Evil Dogs', was decent.

Though he wouldn't wield a sword, the sword could earn him some worthwhile items.

The 'Collaborator', hidden in the shadows, quickly left Ter Street and traversed through District 26.

And just as he exited Ter Street, Jason, who was feigning death on the ground, flipped around and vanished.

Jason followed silently behind.

Jason wasn't in a rush to act.

Just like before, he only pretended to react and flee when sensing 'one of Jing's Six Evil Dogs' approaching, drawing out the District 26 'Freedom Army' Leader and leading them towards the location of 'one of Jing's Six Evil Dogs'.

Intending to ignite the fight.

Now?

He wanted to see where the 'Collaborator' was heading.

Knowing that at this time, 'Jing', without his capable subordinates, wouldn't let it go so easily.

Likewise, the 'Freedom Army' wouldn't either.

Not out of camaraderie.

But in Nightless City, if your subordinates died and you remained indifferent, you'd be deemed 'weak'.

In Nightless City, once labeled weak.

That's when troubles begin.

Jason understood this principle.

Jason believed the 'Collaborator' understood it too.

Thus, in the face of imminent 'pursuit', the place the 'Collaborator' was heading must be where he believed could fend off such a 'pursuit'.

"Is there a third-party force besides 'Freedom Army' and 'Jing'?"

"Or maybe..."

"Is he simply shifting the blame?"

"Then, intending to fish in troubled waters amidst the chaos?"

Jason couldn't help but ponder, though his steps remained swift.

Quickly, he followed behind, leaving District 26 and entering District 27.

Nightless City could generally be divided into two parts.

Uptown from Districts 1-15, Jason had only heard of but never seen it.

Lower City District, from Districts 16-30, is arranged in a circular pattern, with District 16 at the core, followed by District 17, then District 18, ringed like a target.

Jason, as an underling of the 'Old Man', lived in District 16 for years.

Districts 17 and 18 served as the 'Courier' work areas, which he visited nearly daily.

The remaining districts were unfamiliar.

Just like the recently vacated District 26.

If not for memorizing the map given by the 'Old Man', Jason would be clueless in the dark.

As for distinguishing between districts?

The wall made entirely of metal had a large number 27 written in bold, pale font, easy to recognize.

Every district had such numerical indicators.

Jason determined districts based on these numeric signs.

Upon entering District 27, the 'Collaborator' didn't stop.

Amidst dense gunshots and explosions, he went straight through District 28 into District 29.

Compared to the warlike Districts 27 and 28, District 29 became much quieter.

However...

The danger suddenly escalated.

In Jason's perception, at least four people focused on the 'Collaborator' as he entered.

Though they didn't immediately make a move, they kept assessing him.