Rebirth in a Courtyard: I Am a Little Hunter

First and foremost, an absolutely safe high ground! Although the rocks beneath his feet were high, they might not be as stable as Mount Tai if the beast horde were startled or if the terrain changed and charged head-on. His eyes flashed like lightning as he rapidly scanned the area.

Aha! About a mile and a half to the northeast, a steeper, dark brown hill, shaped like a reclining ox and with exposed rocks, came into view. One side of the hill was a near-vertical cliff, and the other side was a scree slope with a gradient of over sixty degrees, facing the direction from which the beast tide was coming. Moreover, the top of the hill was flat and open, making it a natural fortress!

Secondly, a massive amount of arrows! Faced with this boundless sea of ​​beasts, his current arrows are far from enough! He must replenish them immediately!

"Back to the cabin!" Wei Chen decided immediately. He needed a place that was absolutely safe, where he could replenish his supplies instantly and rest briefly. He focused his mind, communicating with the mysterious connection deep within his mind.

The figure on the rock atop vanished in an instant, leaving only the flickering campfire and the howling wind.

The light and shadow shifted before my eyes, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over me, before I was back on solid ground.

A warm, dry breeze wafted in, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distinctive smoky aroma of a fireplace. Wei Chen found himself in a spacious, bright living room with a modern, minimalist style.

Beneath his feet was a soft, thick wool carpet, and before him stood an electronic fireplace burning with virtual flames, its warm yellow light filling the room. This was the "Hunter's Lodge" he owned in that mysterious game world—a three-story modern building with a rustic exterior but fully equipped interior.

Without a moment's delay, Wei Chen didn't even have time to change out of his coat, which was covered in wind and dust. He flashed and quickly ran towards the "weapon shop" in the small town.

The town's "weapons and equipment workshop" is a very large space. Along the walls are rows of smart weapon racks, armor racks, and material cabinets, while in the center is a spacious workbench and various precision machining tools.

Wei Chen headed straight for the huge arrow storage cabinet next to the weapon rack. The cabinet was made of silver metal and featured a touchscreen and categorization labels. He then quickly communicated with the game system and made a purchase:

Ordinary arrows: 999 arrows * 2

Armor-piercing steel arrows: 999. (Highly effective against heavily armored targets, with strong penetrating power)

Piercing Arrow: 999 remaining. (Special craftsmanship, more stable flight, longer range, suitable for ultra-long-range sniping)

Explosive Arrows: 999 remaining. (The arrowhead is enchanted or filled with gunpowder; it explodes in a small area upon impact, but will severely damage the prey.)

Other special arrows (poison arrows, flare arrows, etc.): a number.

With a wave of his hand, Wei Chen stored them all in his storage space—the in-game storage space was connected to his consciousness, but its capacity was not unlimited. Fortunately, these arrows could be stacked, with each storage slot able to hold 999 arrows.

"Not enough! Far from enough!" Wei Chen frowned. Faced with the tens of thousands of beasts outside, this number of arrows was simply a drop in the ocean.

However, Wei Chen realized he had made a foolish mistake. He couldn't possibly leave the entire herd of gazelles behind. He would be doing well if he could kill a few hundred. He had his true essence to help him, but it wasn't inexhaustible, and his true essence would also be consumed!

We already have over five thousand arrows of various kinds, which should be enough!

Back at the hunter's cabin, Wei Chen rushed into the adjacent washroom, washed his face as quickly as possible, splashed cold water to wake up his tired nerves, and then downed a bottle of "basic energy potion" produced in the game (it tastes like espresso and can temporarily refresh you).

Ready! He changed into a dry hunter's outfit suitable for strenuous activity (game equipment, average stats but comfortable), checked his gear, and took a deep breath.

"It's time to go back." The thought crossed my mind again.

In the real world, on the rock, Wei Chen's figure reappeared. From the moment he left to his return, less than a minute had passed in real time. But at this moment, the outside world had been turned upside down!

The rumbling hoofbeats were no longer muffled thunder, but had turned into a continuous, deafening explosion! The rocks beneath our feet trembled so violently that it was hard to stand! Looking up, the yellowish-brown beast tide's "vanguard" had already closed to within three miles!

Under the moonlight, you could even see the wide-open eyes of the gazelles in the front row, their breath steaming from their gaping mouths, and the rising mist of sweat from their bodies! The gale-force winds stirred up by the stampeding herd, carrying a strong stench of mutton and dust, were already crashing against us! The whole world seemed to be trembling and groaning!

Before he could even sigh, Wei Chen pushed the "Nine Heavens Shooting Sun Technique" to its limit, and the true essence in his dantian surged into the meridians of his legs like a volcanic eruption!

With a stomp of his foot, tiny cracks appeared on the hard rock surface, and he shot off like a cannonball toward the chosen "Sleeping Ox Mountain"! He was so fast that he left a faint afterimage behind him, leaving only a string of almost invisible shallow footprints on the snow!

Faster! Faster! The wind howled in his ears and the terrifying roar of the surging beasts behind him grew ever closer, like a tsunami! He could even feel the earth trembling behind him and the scorching air currents unique to the stampeding beasts!

Just as the leading yellow sheep of the beast tide was about to collide with his heel, Wei Chen narrowly escaped and rushed up the steep, rocky slope of "Sleeping Ox Mountain"! He used both his hands and feet, like a nimble ape climbing rocks, and rapidly ascended the slope with an angle of more than sixty degrees, with rocks tumbling down with a clatter.

Finally, as the first batch of gazelles crashed into the bedrock at the foot of the mountain with a deafening thud and the sound of bones cracking, Wei Chen did a somersault and landed steadily on the relatively flat rock platform at the top of the mountain!

Looking back, the scene before you is unforgettable for anyone!

A golden, boundless torrent of beasts, like a real raging storm, crashed fiercely against the mountain! The roar reached its peak, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing!

Countless gazelles crashed into the rocks due to inertia, their tendons and bones broken, screaming in agony as they were trampled into a bloody pulp by their companions! But many more gazelles, as if possessing intelligence, parted to the sides the moment they hit the mountain and galloped along the foot of the mountain!

The entire "Sleeping Ox Mountain" now seems to have transformed into an isolated island in a golden ocean, surrounded, washed, and battered by an endless herd of roaring, surging beasts!

Standing atop the mountain was like standing on a reef in a raging storm. The vibrations beneath his feet were continuous, his ears were filled with the deathly symphony of millions of horseshoes striking the earth, and his nostrils were filled with dust, blood, and the pungent smell unique to gazelles! The gale-force winds generated by the stampeding herd made it almost impossible for Wei Chen to open his eyes, and his hair and clothes were being pulled wildly backward!

It's now!

Wei Chen instantly entered combat mode, clearing his mind of all distractions, his heart as still as ice. He quickly scanned the herd of beasts below the mountain, searching for the best firing position—a high vantage point located on the eastern edge of the mountaintop, with several protruding rocks serving as natural cover and support.

He rushed forward, regaining his footing. He took a deep breath; the air, a mixture of dust, blood, and primal wildness, filled his lungs, only intensifying his excitement.

The Nine Heavens Sun Shooting Technique operated at an unprecedented speed, with true essence surging like a great river, flowing through the limbs and bones, and finally converging in the arms, eyes, and that invisible yet powerful spiritual energy!

His senses were heightened to their limits. The dazzling, chaotic herd of beasts rushing about below the mountain seemed to slow down in his eyes. The running trajectory, muscle contractions, and even the landing point of each gazelle were subtly reflected in his mind. His mental power, like the most sophisticated radar network, covered the densest area at the foot of the mountain, instantly marking dozens of exceptionally plump adult rams running in relatively "safe" positions (not likely to be immediately trampled and buried).

There was no probing, no hesitation. "Clang!" The bowstring rang out, like the sigh of death.

The first "Steel Armor-Piercing Arrow" was released! Under the moonlight, the arrow transformed into an almost invisible streak of black light, ignoring the gale and dust, and accurately struck the side of the neck of a tall and strong male gazelle that was sweeping across the foot of the mountain!

The arrow's powerful penetrating force instantly tore through fur, muscles, and blood vessels, damaging the nerves in the cervical spine! The gazelle didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before its forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and it tumbled and fell to the ground.

The instant it fell to the ground, less than two hundred meters from the mountaintop (a target Wei Chen had deliberately chosen at close range), Wei Chen locked onto it with his mind—"Collect!" The corpse, along with the arrow, vanished from its spot and entered his storage space!

Effective! Precise hunting and looting amidst high-speed movement and chaotic beast hordes are perfectly achieved!

Wei Chen's eyes were sharp as knives, devoid of any doubt, only cold calculation and efficient killing remained.

In his left hand he held a powerful bow from the game world, the "Hunter's Wind," with a dark red body and a silver-gleaming bowstring. His right hand transformed into a phantom! Instead of drawing arrows from the quiver on his back, he directly retrieved arrows from his storage space, which appeared in his hand. He nocked the string, drew the bow, and fired! The entire process was as smooth as a machine, and faster than the naked eye could perceive!

Arrows rained down in rapid succession! One after another, the arrows almost connected end to end, forming deadly black raindrops that poured down on the golden torrent below the mountain! Each arrow contained the true essence infused by Wei Chen, its speed, power, and accuracy reaching a terrifying level! Targeting vital organs such as the neck and heart, the aim was to kill with a single blow while preserving the fur and flesh as much as possible.

That's not enough! Faced with such a dense horde of beasts, efficiency is everything! Wei Chen changed the way he circulated his true energy, and the frequency of the bowstring's vibration changed accordingly. The arrow he fired carried a strange spiraling force, and the sound of it cutting through the air became sharp and piercing!

A powerful shot! The arrow spins rapidly through the air, its penetrating power amplified! Thud! Thud! Thud! Sometimes a single arrow can pierce through two or even three gazelles running side by side, spraying puffs of blood like skewering candied hawthorns! Although the flesh of the prey pierced later is slightly damaged, the sheer efficiency of the kill is terrifying!

Down the mountain, the beast tide continued its raging onslaught, seemingly without end. But on the edge closer to "Sleeping Ox Mountain," a bizarre and silent harvest of death was unfolding.

One after another, the robust gazelles suddenly stiffened and fell while running, then vanished in an instant, leaving only traces of their struggle on the snowy ground and bloodstains that were gradually covered by the hoofprints of those who followed.

Wei Chen was like a god of death standing atop a mountain, calmly and efficiently wielding his invisible scythe.