The Weakest Hunter In Nigeria

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Olutola's modest apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. He stretched, feeling the familiar ache of a night spent tossing and turning. His dreams had been filled with images of shadow warriors and the power they represented.

He got up and went through his morning routine—shower, breakfast, and a quick check of the news. But today, something felt different. He could sense a change in the air, a shift in his fortunes. It was time to start making moves.

After dressing in his usual attire, he made his way to his small desk and booted up his laptop. The relic from the dungeon sat beside it, a constant reminder of his newfound abilities. He had been careful to keep it hidden, not wanting to attract unwanted attention.

He logged into his bank account and smiled at the sight of his balance. The recent dungeon raid had paid off handsomely, and combined with his previous earnings, he was sitting on a small fortune. It was time to upgrade his lifestyle.

He spent the next few hours browsing properties online, focusing on the upscale neighborhood of Ikoyi. The area was known for its luxury homes and affluent residents—politicians, business moguls, and celebrities. He found a house that caught his eye: a modern mansion with a view of the beach. It was perfect.

A quick phone call later, and he had scheduled a viewing for the afternoon. He then made a call to a car dealership specializing in luxury vehicles. If he was going to step up his game, he needed the right wheels. A Mercedes G-Wagon seemed like the perfect choice—stylish, powerful, and commanding respect.

By midday, he was at the dealership, admiring the sleek lines of the G-Wagon. The salesman, a slick-looking man in his thirties, approached with a wide smile.

"Good afternoon, sir. How can I assist you today?"

"I'm interested in the G-Wagon," Olutola said, his tone calm and assertive. "I want to take it for a test drive."

The salesman nodded eagerly. "Of course, sir. Right this way."

The test drive was exhilarating. The G-Wagon handled beautifully, and Olutola could already imagine cruising through the streets of Lagos, turning heads wherever he went. By the time he returned to the dealership, he had made up his mind.

"I'll take it," he said, not bothering to haggle over the price. Money wasn't an issue anymore.

As the paperwork was being finalized, he couldn't help but notice the envious glances from other customers. The sight of a young man casually buying such an expensive car was bound to attract attention. He welcomed it. Let them wonder who he was and how he had come into such wealth.

With the keys to his new car in hand, he drove to Ikoyi for his property viewing. The mansion was even more impressive in person—spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering stunning views of the ocean. He could already picture himself living there, hosting gatherings, and enjoying the finer things in life.

The real estate agent, a well-dressed woman in her forties, gave him a thorough tour of the property. She seemed genuinely surprised when he expressed his intent to buy on the spot.

"Are you sure, sir? This is a significant investment."

Olutola nodded. "I'm sure. Let's get the paperwork done."

By the end of the day, he had secured his new home and was driving back to his apartment to pack up his belongings. The transition from his old life to his new one was happening faster than he had anticipated, but he was ready for it.

As he packed, his mind wandered to the people who had doubted him, who had looked down on him. He thought of his family and friends who had distanced themselves when times were tough. Now, they would see a different Olutola—a man who had risen above his circumstances and achieved greatness.

But despite his newfound wealth and power, he remained grounded. The money and the house were tools, means to an end. His true goal was to master his abilities, to become the strongest hunter Nigeria had ever seen. And with the shadow warriors at his command, he was well on his way.

That evening, as he sat on the balcony of his new mansion, watching the sunset over the ocean, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He had come a long way from the struggling hunter he once was. Now, the future was his to shape.

He took out his Bluetooth speaker and played one of his favorite playlists. The music filled the air, blending with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. He rolled a joint, lit it, and took a deep drag, savoring the moment.

"Nice one," he murmured, exhaling the smoke with a smile.