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Chapter 456: Hunter's Dream and Doll

I don’t know why, even though he is a hunter’s child, Vann has been very timid since he was born.

When I was a kid, I would be so scared that I would cry loudly even if I killed a fish.

But his father, a hunter named Van Helsing, a man who seemed carved out of marble, never gave up on him and tirelessly taught him various hunting techniques.

So his childhood was spent crying and learning about the bloody art of hunting.

I don’t know when it started, but Fann found himself in another state, a serious state.

When he is forced into a desperate situation by his prey and is surrounded by extreme fear, he will become brave instead. He can skillfully use all the hunting skills taught by his father to deal with any prey. The hunting skills taught by his father are so powerful.

However, the probability of this serious state appearing is so mysterious that he cannot actively control it.

When there was peace in Sweden, he thought that at worst he could stop being a hunter and become a teacher, which would be great.

But now, as he was being chased by a ferocious and violent werewolf in Yusefka Clinic, all he could think about was:

Hurry up and get serious!

If you don’t explode, you’re really going to die!

"Roar--"

The werewolf roared loudly, and all the saliva stained with the flesh and blood of some unfortunate guy sprayed on the back of Vann's head. He felt an irresistible force coming from behind him, and he was knocked to the ground in an instant.

Roll, grapple, dodge.

Vann's eyes widened, and he grabbed the werewolf's two sharp claws tightly while dodging the bite of its bloody mouth. The mental power emanating from him was rapidly soaring.

It was a good thing that he had become stronger. At this critical moment of life and death, he was able to hold on to the werewolf's claws tightly. Although he would be the first to run out of strength if the stalemate continued for a while, this change was enough to make him happy.

But when the feeling of joy just appeared in his heart, he looked down and saw a huge crack in the werewolf's abdomen, as if it had been cut by some weapon. It was obvious that it was seriously injured.

Oh, it turns out that I am fighting against a seriously injured werewolf.
Even though he was seriously injured, he was still able to suppress me in terms of strength. He is indeed a monster.
He stopped laughing immediately.

The serious state of inner prayer did not appear for a long time. Instead, because the stalemate lasted too long and his reaction ability decreased, Vann was bitten on the shoulder by the werewolf.

"what!"

Hot blood spurted out along with the torn flesh, and the werewolf who tasted human flesh let out a satisfied growl!

This horrifying scene is enough to scare anyone to death, and it must be even more so for Vann, who is timid by nature, right?
However, his expression seemed a little strange.

When he smelled his own blood, his expression changed.

The severe pain from his shoulder mixed with the fragrance of blood severely stimulated his spirit. Even he himself did not realize that a hint of ferocity quietly appeared between his brows!

The next moment, he did something that he would never do at any time before.

He bit the werewolf's shoulder!

The werewolf's tough and dry flesh was too hard to bite off at once, and the hair on its body was as hard as iron, but he moved his teeth quickly, as if he was using a rough meat saw to cut the flesh!
It was not that he had entered a serious state, but that the blood that had been injected into his body previously was affecting him!
Under the influence of the so-called blood of Yharnam, he suddenly had an idea:
The blood of the monster in front of me smells sweet.

Since the other party can eat him, he might also be able to choose to eat the other party!

An incredible thing happened. When Vann tore off a large piece of flesh from the werewolf and the smelly blood splashed on his body, the wound on his shoulder slowly moved and showed signs of self-healing.

Attacking the enemy and absorbing their blood to heal oneself is not a talent that humans should possess!

The werewolf roared in pain, and bit Vann's shoulder with his bloody mouth again. The latter was not to be outdone, and gnawed at the werewolf's wound again and again.

The two quickly rolled down the stairs and kept fighting on the floor, like two purest wild beasts killing each other. The only sound that echoed at the scene was the sound of flesh being torn apart. To any normal person, Vann must be crazy!

But he knew that he was not going crazy. Instead, he was becoming more and more sober. If he continued like this, there would be no result. He would be eaten up by the werewolves. He had to take some other actions of resistance.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to take out the dagger at his waist, the werewolf's sharp claws pierced into his stomach first. The sharp claws stirred his internal organs, causing him to cough up a large mouthful of blood and lose consciousness.

His stomach was cut open. How many werewolves would he have to bite to replenish the wound?
The strength that surged in his body quickly disappeared along with the massive blood loss, and death was imminent.

The werewolf's mouth stretched towards his neck was getting closer and closer. Is this what it feels like to be dying? The book seems to say that before death, the past life will appear like a revolving lantern. I will watch -

Before any memories of the past could flash before Vann's eyes, the werewolf bit his neck and he lost consciousness.

What does death feel like?

If it were Vann who answered, he would now say it was the scent of flowers.

That’s right, the light floral scent, accompanied by the slightly moist air that seems to be foggy, gives people an indescribable sense of relaxation, as if being in a beautiful dream.

A faint sound of wind came from his ears, and a petal brushed across his face, itching him so much that he couldn't help but sneeze, and then he suddenly opened his eyes.
What caught my eye were unknown white flowers all over the ground and a single building that looked very similar to the Yharnam architectural style.

There are several tombstones lined up along the path leading to the building, which gives it a unique feel.

Fann propped himself up and sat up, looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Hunter's Dream

These words appeared before my eyes, and even the music that accompanied the words became softer, as if suggesting that this was a place where I could relax.

It was not until then that he reacted and quickly touched his body. There were no wounds, no bloodstains, and even his clothes were not damaged!
"I-am I still alive?"

Unbelievable, totally unbelievable.

I have never felt so unreal that I am still alive.

He suddenly slapped himself, feeling the burning pain on his face, but he grinned.

"Hahaha, I'm really still alive!"

With ecstasy in his heart, he wanted to praise something, but he did not believe in God on weekdays. After thinking about it, he finally shouted:
"Praise this underground city whose name I don't know!"

It was the monster in this dungeon that killed him just now. Doesn't it feel a bit weird to praise this place now?
"What did I just do?" Thinking back to the bloody fight between him and the werewolf, Vann felt that it was not like himself.

However, the feeling of the blood seems to be unexpectedly good.

He immediately shook his head, trying to get this terrible thought out of his mind. "I must have something wrong with my brain."

If there were such strange changes in himself in normal times, he would have to sit down and review them carefully.

However, the many unexpected situations he encountered today made him feel that "everything is fine as long as it's not the end of the world."

He stood up in the sea of ​​white flowers and brushed off the petals on his body. The scene looked quite beautiful under the moonlight.

Just when he wanted to go into the nearby building to find out what was going on, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by something else.

Not far away, surrounded by flowers, a woman in a dress was sitting there quietly.

Fann paused for a moment and called out carefully, "Hello?"

The woman didn't move.

Vann became more and more confused. He remained alert as he approached the other person. The closer he got, the more he could see that the other person's skin was as white as porcelain. She didn't look like a human at all. Her delicate facial features surpassed all the women he had ever seen. She was so beautiful that she looked like a doll.

Wait, a puppet?
He suddenly realized that it was just a puppet, not a real person.

“The workmanship is so exquisite.”

Fann was amazed. He always felt that the doll seemed to open its eyes and look at him at any time. Although it was beautiful, it still made him feel uneasy.

Not daring to desecrate it, he took a few steps back, and for some reason he gave the puppet a gentleman's salute, then walked towards the only building in the Hunter's Dream.

However, just after he took a few steps up the stairs, he suddenly felt something pulling at his trouser leg.

"what?"

When he looked down and saw clearly what it was, Fann's face suddenly froze.

Because the one who grabbed his trouser leg was the little white monster that had crawled all over his body in Yusefka's clinic!

They emerged from the ripples in the ground, pulling at his trouser legs and waving their arms. Why did they look like they were saying hello?

“Why is there one here too?”

Vann almost kicked them - if those little monsters hadn't pulled out all kinds of weapons at him.

Looking at the little monsters walking towards him with three strange-shaped weapons in their arms, Vann blinked and froze in place.

He didn't seem to sense any hostility from the other person, and the other person's small arms and legs didn't look threatening.

Is it possible to communicate?
"You guys are trying to give me these weapons?"

Vann squatted down and was about to reach out to take it, but the little monster shook his head and raised a finger at him. Did this mean that he could only choose one weapon?
“We can really communicate.”

The fear in his heart suddenly turned into curiosity, and he took a closer look at the weapon the other party was holding.

He had seen the meat saw before, and the other two were a walking stick and an axe. Could a walking stick be used in combat?
He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any weapons to recommend?"

The little monsters didn't move at all. Vann scratched his head and finally chose the meat saw based on his intuition.

As for why it was intuition, it was because he felt that if he wanted to fight those wild monsters, he would have to use wild weapons as well, right?
And for some reason he felt that the meat saw was very cool and very much in line with his aesthetic, as if this was the kind of weapon a hunter should have!

"Thank you." He felt that he needed to thank the little monsters, regardless of whether they could understand him or not.

It seemed that the mission of the little monsters was over after delivering the weapons. They were about to burrow into the ground and leave, but Fann suddenly asked:

"Well, what should you call me?"

He felt that it was a bit rude to keep calling the other person "little monster".

The little monsters left, but left a line of words behind:
【messenger】

“Can we call them messengers?”

The person delivering the item really looked like a messenger.

After walking a few steps up, he met a new messenger. This time, the messenger was holding two guns in his hands. As expected, they were equipment given to him.

Fann was deeply moved and imitated the figure of the Yharnam hunter he saw in his dream and chose the hunter pistol.

In fact, it would be more appropriate for a novice to choose a hunter horn, but after all, he has never come into contact with this kind of weapon, so it’s nothing to make such a choice.

Seeing the messengers waving goodbye to him, Vann also waved his finger in a friendly manner and actually found these little guys a little cute.

But he looked at the other person's face again.

Never mind, I guess I'll get used to it after watching it a few more times. It's about inner beauty, inner beauty.
Going further up, unexpectedly, the door of the building above was not open, so he tried pushing it.

[The gate remains motionless]

".What is this?"

This was the first time that the Red had been exposed to such a situation, and unsurprisingly, he was just as confused as the people of the Kingdom of Anor.

He had no choice but to turn around and explore the Hunter's Dream, but after walking around for a long time, he saw nothing but a few more tombstones and an unresponsive altar, not to mention a portal to leave here.

"Am I going to be trapped and die here?"

Just then, he felt his trouser leg being tugged again, and when he looked down, it was the messenger again.

The little messenger stretched out his arm and pointed at something. It was a tombstone.

What was different from before was that the tombstone was now glowing.

Vann touched the tombstone carefully, and a lantern emitting a faint light suddenly appeared in his mind.

The environment around the lantern was very familiar; it was the Yusefka Clinic!

He was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a little, he clenched the meat saw in his hand, and said to himself:
"This time it's my turn to fight back."

(End of this chapter)