Spirit Hunting Union

[Sorry for the inconvenience I might have caused before.]

Quinn needed to smirk.

Because what was this guy's deal? It wasn't like he would attack someone for nothing. He paced closer to the newcomer and offered a hand.

Definitely, a hungry man doesn't choose his meal.

The injured guy had quickly reached out to Quinn before he even finished asking. Quinn imagined what it would look like if he just suddenly let go of his hand…

… That would be brutal, won't it?

Not even when someone here judges him wrongly. Just like the old man. Gosh.

Soon, Doran too wrapped the guy's other hand around his own shoulder. They walked him closer to the gate. And the guy thanked them.

At that moment, Doran asked about his other teammates.

They all died; that was the answer the guy gave. Said between gritted teeth and watery eyes.

Doran gave Quinn a look. Then, Quinn momentarily tilted his head.

At least now a fool knows to stop thinking the Curse was a fucking charity centre.

God, why would someone believe that after everything the system had done? It was simply unpredictable. So manipulative to the point that Quinn starts thinking it does everything for fun.

Nevertheless, they opened the gate and stepped inside.

A blinding light cast on their face afterwards. The moment it cleared, they were back in the alley between the twin mountains.

The air was still cold. But not as much as in the dimension.

Maybe the dimension was made colder just to make them suffer even more?

Welp, Quinn should stop overthinking.

As they travelled back to the field, the guy told them more. Well, boring stories. Besides, who doesn't know how fearful it is to fight those monsters?

The thing about them was… really hard to put a finger on. At one point, they seemed unwise. And somehow, the trap had already been set by them all along.

As much as Quinn wanted to overthink more, he stopped himself. Because, that would only take time. And end up with him reaching the field.

No, he wasn't following them there.

At one point close to the field, Quinn stopped.

The others glanced at him.

He simply said:

"I'll be on my way now."

The injured guy, hair as white as the snow, blinked.

"Where to?"

Quinn gently removed the guy's hand from his shoulder. He looked him up and down, as though accessing him.

He could see Doran giving him one kind of a look.

But funny, that's not what he meant at all.

He wore an innocent smile and asked the guy,

"May I borrow your shirt, Frosty the half-dead man?"

Asking for an injured guy's shirt? Calling him names?!

Quinn knew for sure that's what Doran would be thinking about.

But just as he expected, the guy had no other option but to hand the shirt over. Besides, who helped his arse from the dimension down here? Tch.

Afterwards, Quinn left the Ice Mountain. He trekked for a while until he found a bus station nearby. Then he boarded a bus heading back into the heart of the city.

He could have gone back there for the glaze. Could have chosen to show up so everyone else knows he's not an easy job either.

But for his journey, that wasn't the best option.

Why it wasn't was that, once everyone knows his potential, there's more chance they'll start looking into him more. And along the line, maybe figure out his abilities, archetype, or just anything else.

Once two people know, it has become a rumor.

Then if, one day, he has got an opponent within the Union, then they'd be able to predict some of his moves. He just had a big dream ahead of him. And didn't want a few moments of unnecessary respect to ruin the fun.

That was when it clicked.

His rewards.

The bus's wheels groaned non-stop, some people chattering on-board too.

… The Curse popped up before him almost immediately:

[You have successfully completed the side quest. Congratulations.]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up!]x3

Quinn nodded.

[30 Stat Points have been allocated to you.]

[You can now keep your dagger within the system and call on it when you need.]

[Please give your weapon a name.]

Quinn quirked a brow. Well, fuck the system.

'Name it Monster. Nothing in this field is healthy-minded after all.'

But the Curse rejected the name.

Picky now, huh?

[Name rejected.]

[Please provide a more appropriate name for the dagger.]

Quinn sighed.

'Alright. Just name it anything. Like… Toothpick of Doom. Funny, I know. Hehe. But what about that?'

The system rejected it again.

In the end, Quinn named it…

'Daggero.'

A name that directly nods to the weapon's name.

The system recorded that. So, it means whenever Quinn needs the dagger, he would just shout "Daggero".

Classy, if anyone cares to ask him what he thinks.

Right after that moment, a new set of texts appeared on the screen.

[Beast Conjuration.]

Quinn blinked in surprise. And drew closer.

Meanwhile, he noticed a woman not far from his front staring his way. She must have been confused about what he was looking at too. Perhaps, she was thinking it was her because the screen was in the same direction too…

Well, if she wanted to think like that, she should go on. Not his business.

Back to what matters. Quinn read from the screen,

"Beast Conjuration?"

Why Quinn was especially intrigued by this new feature was because of the timing. He just fought beasts for the first time and now he's getting conjuration stuff?

Funny how he knew what beast he would end up summoning.

Quinn attempted to read the description. But then, his phone chimed…

He glanced at the screen. But almost immediately, his jaws dropped. His eyes widened.

On it was an alert notification. The sender was none other than the Union's bursary, the same that paid him his wage last time.

That wasn't even important right now. Because… the money was damn a lot.

Quinn counted the digits.

Seven.

His eyes widened even more.

'A bloody million dollars?'