Hunter of Mysterious Creature

"What a move of burning bridges after crossing the river." Sun Hang glanced at the corpse on the ground. This guy didn't die unjustly... If any of his "teammates" were lucky enough to survive, they must be grinding their teeth in hatred against him—even a bullet on sight would be considered merciful. If he had been the one betrayed, Sun Hang would have skinned this guy alive without hesitation.

Moreover, he would do it while ensuring the guy was fully conscious.

"What do you mean?" The Fisherman leaned over, "Did you find any valuable information on this guy?"

"Yes, but not much." Sun Hang nodded, "There is a BOSS in the deepest part of the research institute. It's very powerful, but even they don't know how powerful... because they never encountered that BOSS. They were wiped out by the mysterious entities that broke containment on the second level, leaving only this guy who managed to escape."

"BOSS?" The Fisherman blinked hard, "Are you referring to some very strong paranormal entity?"

"I don't know. In any case, those entities on the second underground floor are already quite troublesome. If you ask me, you'd better turn back now." Sun Hang advised.

"Turn back? Are you planning to continue forward?" The Fisherman was stunned, "I know you're quite capable, but the mysterious entities that even those Angsa Hunters couldn't handle, are you telling me you can handle them alone?"

"I'm just going down for a look. If things take a bad turn, I'll bail immediately," Sun Hang pointed at the corpse on the ground, "just like this guy."

"Then I'll take a look too," the Fisherman said indifferently, "In terms of escape speed, you might not even be faster than me."

"Those entities that broke containment have great research value," Shino Seiichi added, "Many of the entities contained at the Nameless Island Research Institute have not been cataloged. If we can bring back this information, it would be a great achievement."

"Aren't you two afraid of death?" Sun Hang couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache.

After spending time together, he found these two weren't bad people, so he sincerely hoped they could survive.

But he couldn't possibly tell them about the primordial embryo... Vaguely, Sun Hang felt that his origins, and the mysterious statue of the three apes, might be connected to this primordial embryo. If at some critical point, some earth-shattering secret was revealed, he wouldn't have the heart to kill them to keep the secret.

He could only hope that when they witnessed those entities on the second floor, they would choose to withdraw, understanding the danger.

"We're Mysterious Creature Hunters, aren't we? How can a hunter turn tail before even seeing their prey?" The Fisherman thumped his chest and said confidently, "Although I don't have much real combat experience, my simulation training results are not bad. Rounding up, I have taken down several mysterious entities single-handedly."

The "simulation training" the Fisherman mentioned was something Sun Hang had heard of. The targets of these trainings were virtual models built from data collected from entities that had been destroyed or contained, perfectly simulating their capabilities. Hunters participating in the training had to achieve the "kill target" in a virtual environment with limited resources—the criteria for this kill was also included in the data model.

However, compared to real combat, simulation training still had significant differences.

The biggest difference was that during simulation training, the hunters couldn't experience the palpable threat of death.

It's a sensation that could suffocate a person, like a snake slithering onto your body, its scales brushing against the hairs on your skin, its hiss whispering in your ear. You don't know when it will decide to sink its fangs into your flesh, injecting lethal venom into your body.

...

The trio proceeded along the red "guiding lights," unsure whether the Angsa Hunters had cleared out the mysterious entities on the first underground level, or if the guiding being had deliberately made it so, but their journey was quite smooth without encountering any obstacles.

The red guiding lights eventually stopped at an elevator, the very one the sullen hunter used to escape from the second floor.

A fire axe was brutally lodged into the elevator's controller, causing the elevator shaft to be completely jammed on this floor, unable to move.

"This guy's a real bastard." The Fisherman couldn't help but curse, "In order to save himself, he cut off his teammates' exit route."

"This controller probably can't be fixed anytime soon." Shino checked the elevator structure, "We'll have to find another way down."

"No need, just get in. I have a way." Sun Hang walked straight into the elevator car.

The Fisherman and Shino exchanged a glance and followed him inside.

Liquid metal flowed out from the gaps of the car, splitting into two parts—one became a sharp blade, slicing open the jammed safety pins and hoisting ropes, the other became a highly extendable cable, directly connecting the car to the pulley system at the top of the elevator shaft.

As the cable was slowly lowered, the car began to descend.

"Wow, your skill is really useful," the Fisherman couldn't help but exclaim once again, "Unlike me, who's only useful in water or when getting beaten up."

This elevator connected only the first and second basement levels, and did not lead directly to the third level. When the car reached the bottom of the shaft, a hellish scene unfolded before the three.

Apart from the elevator car door, there was also an elevator door outside—unlike modern elevators with solid metal doors, elevators from that era only had a metal frame and mesh. The Nameless Island Research Institute's elevator was slightly more upscale, with special bulletproof glass installed behind the mesh.

Now, this glass was covered with horrifying bloody handprints, and a mangled corpse was half-kneeling against the door, its blood-red eyes bulging outwards, and its twisted expression far beyond the possibility of human facial muscles... It's hard to imagine what level of pain this person endured before death.

The Fisherman took a sharp breath and instinctively gripped his weapon tightly.

The elevator door opened, and the unsupported corpse immediately fell into the car, and the trio quickly moved to one side.

"Thud."

The corpse fell face down onto the ground, and only then did the three notice that the back of the body was almost hollowed out, with multiple fractures in the spine and ribs, and all internal organs vanished—leaving just an empty husk of the front half of the chest cavity.

"What a gruesome death..." The Fisherman leaned against the inner wall of the cabin, cautiously sticking half his head out to survey the scene outside the elevator.