Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 538 Materialized Desire
Although the original owner had imagined such a scene in his mind, when the fantasy became reality, the strong sense of unreality made him feel as if he were in a dream.

Moreover, the chips piled up here are far more than he had imagined...

He couldn't estimate how many chips there were in total, but he knew very well that this was a windfall that could make him richer than a country... The original owner, stunned by the shocking scene before him, didn't even realize one thing: the total number of chips produced by the casino in Dragon City since it opened was less than a corner of this small mountain.

In the original owner's current understanding, bargaining chips equal money, and with so much money, he could do almost anything he had ever wanted to do but couldn't...

The original owner no longer cared about tasks, rewards, or gambling debts; his only thought now was to take over this small mountain of gold chips.

"This...this is..." A shocked voice came from behind. Three mercenaries who came out of the tunnel stared blankly ahead, their eyes filled with undisguised horror...and greed.

Just then, the original owner suddenly rushed to the side of a mercenary, pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the man's side of the neck. Then, he grabbed the dying mercenary's weapon, used the mercenary's body as a shield, and pulled the trigger at the other two mercenaries!

The deafening gunshots echoed through the empty rock cavity. The other two mercenaries hadn't even had time to react before they were shot and fell to the ground—although they were wearing bulletproof vests and had bulletproof armor made of ceramic and carbon fiber composite materials installed in their vital areas, the bullets still pierced through their bodies and shredded their internal organs.

For ordinary people, this is an era where the spear is far greater than the shield. In order to effectively damage the monsters, the weapons they are equipped with have a much larger caliber and a larger single-shot charge than the human individual weapons before the monster war. In the face of a 10mm full-power bullet, that thin layer of armor is no different from a piece of paper.

After taking down the three mercenaries, the original owner immediately pointed his gun at the female hunter who had just emerged from the tunnel.

The female hunter was also a little stunned by the sudden turn of events, but when faced with the dark muzzle of a gun, muscle memory saved her life—she reflexively rolled away, dodging the last two bullets in the magazine, and then quickly got up and retreated back into the tunnel.

The distinctive crisp sound of the bolt holding open came from inside the breech – the cost of increasing the bullet caliber and propellant charge, besides the terrifying recoil, is the most obvious reduction in the number of rounds carried per unit.

In the old days, a standard automatic rifle magazine typically held between twenty and thirty rounds, with some even having extended magazines holding forty or fifty rounds or large drum magazines holding a hundred rounds. But in this era, apart from soldiers equipped with power armor, no one uses such things anymore.

They are just too heavy.

In the old days, a standard ammunition load for a Western Union assault rifle was 200 rounds, but now it has been reduced to 50 rounds. The weapons carried by these three mercenaries all use ten-round magazines, but even so, the weight of a single magazine is much heavier than that of a thirty-round 5.56x45 NATO magazine.

The original owner frantically pulled out the empty magazine and reached for the magazine stuck in the mercenary's body. However, the mercenary, who was not completely dead, suddenly began to struggle violently, making it difficult for the original owner to pull out the magazine from the plastic clip on his waist.

The other two mercenaries were dead, but they had fallen a little far away, and it would take at least two seconds to walk over and pick up their weapons.

Without much thought, the original owner threw away the automatic rifle in his hand, grabbed a dagger, and chased into the tunnel.

He didn't dare hesitate for a second... If the female hunter escaped, everything would be over!
"You fucking...you're fucking insane!" The hunter screamed as she saw the original owner rush into the tunnel, but when she noticed that the original owner didn't have a gun, she suddenly turned around and grinned maliciously.

"You don't actually think you can kill me with this little knife, do you?" the huntress said coldly.

Her abilities include night vision and the ability to switch to thermal imaging vision at any time. While this ability is not very useful in close combat, it does not mean that she is a support-type hunter.

The hunter turned off her flashlight, instantly reducing the light source in the tunnel by half, and her eyes emitted a faint red glow.

The original owner let out a cold laugh, threw away the flashlight, and his eyes glowed with a ghostly green light.

It can only be described as a coincidence that the two people have very similar meme abilities, which instantly weakened the huntress's confidence.

Sun Hang, living in the first-person perspective of the original owner's memories, was able to fully experience the original owner's abilities—in a pitch-black field of vision, the female hunter's body outline was drawn by a bright green fluorescent line, and her every move, even the slight rise and fall of her chest when she breathed, could be clearly seen in the original owner's vision.

“You’re dead,” the huntress said. “Your dagger is too short.”

"Quite the opposite," the original owner said in a low voice, "your whip is too long."

The female hunter was stunned for a moment, and the next second she lashed the whip in her hand at the original owner of the body.

A loud clang of metal rang out as the whip struck the tunnel ceiling and bounced back, nearly injuring the hunter herself.

The hunter then realized that something was terribly wrong—the tunnel was too narrow, and her weapons, which she was skilled with, were completely useless here!

She turned and ran!
The original owner immediately chased after him.

The hunter ran quickly to the vertical part of the tunnel, but just as she grabbed the ladder and climbed two steps, a huge downward force suddenly came from her right leg, followed by a piercing pain in her calf!

She turned around and saw the original owner gripping her trouser leg tightly, then plunging the dagger into her calf.

"court death!"

The pain not only triggered the release of adrenaline, but also ignited the hunter's ruthlessness. She raised her other leg and kicked the original owner's head wildly. Each time the hard, heavy rubber sole of her boot landed on the original owner's head, it left a bloody, mangled mark.

But the original owner seemed to have forgotten the pain at this moment, and stubbornly climbed up despite the hunter's fierce kicks. As he climbed, he pulled the dagger out of the hunter's calf and stabbed it into her thigh!

"Ah!" The hunter screamed, her hands slipped, and she plummeted downwards.

With a "thud," the two landed at the bottom of the vertical tunnel at the same time, with the original owner being pinned down by the female hunter.

"You die!! Die!!!"

Ignoring the fact that she tore open the wound on her thigh with her dagger as she turned around, the hunter flipped over and straddled the original owner, tightly gripping the original owner's neck with both hands!

With the dagger out of his hand, the original owner could only desperately pound on the hunter's arms, but due to the angle and obstruction, he couldn't even hit the hunter's head.

The two men fought for their lives in the narrow tunnel like two wounded wild animals.

The feeling of suffocation was also transmitted to Sun Hang's mind through the memory information. According to this trend, the original owner probably had little chance of turning the tables. When the female hunter fell, she happened to break the original owner's spine. At this time, the original owner's lower body was completely paralyzed, and it was absolutely impossible for him to shake off the female hunter on his body.

The dagger had fallen far away, out of his reach, and the gun in the backpack that was pinned down was even further out of reach. His vision blurred, and vaguely, the original owner seemed to smell a strong stench of blood.

The pressure on his neck gradually lessened, and the original owner took the opportunity to breathe heavily, while the person pressing down on him began to breathe weakly.

Several minutes later, the original owner's vision cleared, but the hands that were resting on his neck began to grow cold.

With some difficulty, the original owner pushed the female hunter who was pressing down on him aside. He turned his head and saw that the female hunter, whose skin was as pale as paper and whose expression was ferocious, was no longer breathing.

The original owner reached out to touch his numb legs, but his fingers touched a large patch of wet, hot, sticky substance.

is blood.

The dagger that had just pierced the hunter's thigh severed her femoral artery during its descent, causing a large amount of arterial blood to gush from the wound... In those few short minutes, she had lost enough blood to go into shock and die.

The original owner struggled to turn over and crawled forward using his hands... As he crawled, his consciousness gradually faded into darkness.

This is where the free hunter's memories end.

"Golden chips?" Sun Hang muttered softly as he pulled his consciousness away from the other party's memories. "The treasure that Nagano Soya's father found back then was a pile of casino chips?"

No, no, no, no...

While chips can be exchanged for cash, this is only true if the casino that produces them is operating normally. Once the casino goes bankrupt or absconds with the money, this mountain of chips is nothing more than a bunch of exquisitely crafted plastic trinkets.

Putting aside the outrageous number of chips for now, since it's a strange thing and can't be measured by conventional thinking—but you have to know that in the era of Nagano Soya's father, this casino in Dragon City probably didn't even exist yet, right?

A group of hunters kill each other over a pile of casino chips of unknown value that have traveled from the future.

If it were a pile of pure gold coins, that would make sense...

Wait a minute……

Sun Hang suddenly remembered that apart from the original owner of the body, no one else, including the three mercenaries and the female hunter, could see the golden chips scattered on the ground in the tunnel ahead.

However, inside that rock cavity, the three mercenaries were stunned by the mountain of golden chips, which gave the original owner of the memory an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"I understand!" Sun Hang slapped his thigh.

"What do you understand?" Zhulong asked, looking puzzled as he walked over.

“What those three mercenaries saw wasn’t chips at all, but what they craved most. As for why this guy saw casino chips, it’s because he’s a ruthless gambler… So while he was on a mission, he was thinking about using the mission rewards to continue gambling…” Sun Hang muttered to himself.

"What mercenaries? What chips?" Zhulong was completely confused. "And who's Gambling Dog? Do you know this guy?"

“Now we know each other.” Sun Hang pulled out his pistol and blew the gambling addict’s head off with a single shot.

Blood and brain matter, along with fragments of skull, splattered everywhere. Zhulong raised his hand, and a curtain of water suddenly rose up to block the flying filth.

"Never gamble again in your next life." Sun Hang looked at the headless corpse on the ground. "Your death is actually a relief for your mother."

"Who exactly is he?" Zhulong asked once again.

"I don't know." Sun Hang shrugged. "It should be one of the hunters who went missing before."

“You shouldn’t have blown his head off; that would have made facial recognition impossible… Although we can still extract DNA samples, only Dragon City has the equipment to identify DNA samples.” Zhulong shook his head. “I need to find a way to determine if he’s on those missing persons lists…”

“Who he is is no longer important.” Sun Hang shook his head. “I have a pretty good idea of ​​what the ‘treasure’ hidden in Nanhua Town is.”

"What is it?"

"Do you remember that hunter named 'Bao Si'?"

"The owner of the 'Charm' meme of the Fifty-Nine Mysteries?" Zhulong blurted out.

“This strange object’s ability should be similar to charm,” Sun Hang said, “but with a different focus… This strange object will appear in your eyes as the thing you want most.”

"The thing I want most..."

"If this is a Type A monster, perhaps its code name could be 'Desire'—well, speaking of which, this code name shouldn't be taken yet, right?"

“Desire… a materialized desire!” Zhulong’s eyes lit up. “So that’s what the ascetic monk meant by desire! I originally thought it was a metaphor or some kind of analogy, but I didn’t expect it to be the literal meaning! By the way, did you discover this when you were consuming this free hunter’s meme?”

“Hmm.” Sun Hang nodded. He didn’t tell Zhulong that he could digest other people’s memories by consuming memes. However, Zhulong knew his limits. He only needed to know the general idea of ​​such things and wouldn’t ask any further questions.

"No wonder those hunters kill each other...and the monsters appear differently to different people, which makes it easier to cause suspicion and disputes..."

“Actually, I’m more concerned about something else right now,” Sun Hang said.

"whats the matter?"

"The 'thing I desire most' that this strange object presents... has it truly become that thing, or is it merely an illusion?" Sun Hang said. "If it's the former..."

(End of this chapter)