Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Chapter 93 Strong Reputation

In the contemplative hall, Gordon read "The Hunter's Code" and gained more and more insights.

The latter half of the book discusses recommended cultivation methods.

This led him to discover a crucial element he had previously overlooked: a suitable training ground.

The source material carries great phenomena.

If you only practice mechanically in your bedroom, basement, or training ground, you can at most become familiar with it, but it will be difficult to understand the great power corresponding to the source matter.

Some things must be experienced firsthand before they can become truly your own.

For example, the "unbroken string" needs to be trained in densely structured and complex environments, experiencing countless vibrations and information. For instance, a textile factory or a central train station.

To properly cultivate the Tide of Destiny, one must truly go to the sea and personally experience the surging waves.

In other words, to become the master of the surging tide, one must fight against the giant waves, personally face the currents that far exceed one's own control limits, observe how the tides gather, disperse, and rotate, and see how water moves without riverbanks.

He wanted to feel the passion of the storm washing over him, to spread his senses across the surging sea, and to savor every inch of the power of the giant waves.

Just imagining this scene caused the source essence within Gordon's body to vibrate slightly.

Cerebrospinal fluid and blood flow accelerated almost simultaneously, and a glimmer of light appeared and disappeared at the fingertips.

Even if you don't go to sea, you have to go to places like huge lakes and rivers.

The basin at home is too small.

the other side.

Gray arrived at the principal's office, his demeanor as composed as ever.

The office was very understated, with only a worn walnut desk and a wall covered with commissioned reports and administrative notices.

Roland, the headmaster of the hunter school, stood by the window. He was tall, with neatly combed silver hair, and dressed in a black suit, looking like an old man ready to attend a funeral at any moment.

"Hey, Headmaster," Gray greeted him.

"Grey. Whenever you use this tone, it usually means there's going to be trouble at school."

"No. I managed to get two compatible source materials." Gray sat down on a sofa, leaned back, and said with a sigh, "I'm going back to school to digest them here."

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"Looking for alchemists again? The ones I contacted for you last time said you had a terrible attitude."

"How could it not be bad? One said the equipment was no good, and the other said he needed to go back and review the textbook halfway through. Am I supposed to praise them?" Gray scoffed.

"There aren't many people in the city who can meet your needs. But I heard that this refining was a great success. You consulted experts from the Hermes Academy? That must have cost you more than the source material itself."

No, it's irrelevant.

"Someone from the Primal Knowledge Conference?"

"They look down on me."

"The Wild Hunt?"

"Impossible. I killed many of them. In any case, this newcomer isn't a renowned expert, but he's far superior to one." Gray opened the inside of his trench coat and took out three bottles of potions.

Roland's gaze fell on the potion.

"A person with ability, but who has not yet established credibility and reputation?"

"No, he has a very strong reputation. The Hastings Institute almost made me drink a bottle of poison, but he thought it was too dangerous and saved me. He's actually a very good person, and I trust him."

"Very good. Name?"

"Gordon Vick. Professor Winslow's student, Winslow's protégé. The originator of the 'Blackwater Syndrome,' the head of the rural anti-cult project, and I also participated in that operation."

"Winslow—has he finally found a successor?" A complex expression appeared in Roland's eyes.

"I have no idea."

"That's not like Winslow at all," Roland recalled of the face and the younger years of them, the older generation. "He usually thought that he was the only one in the world qualified to master the natural history of the source."

"There might be two now. That kid—interesting, very interesting."

Roland pondered, as night was falling outside the window.

"What are you planning to do?"

"We'll fuse them separately, let one settle in the adaptation room, and only refine the next one after everything is settled. We'll have to stay at the school for three months, maybe longer."

"Is it enough for you to glimpse the threshold of 'power'?"

"It's possible." Even Gray felt a tremor when he thought of the word "power."

"That's easy to arrange." Roland looked out the window. "—As for that young man, please relay a few questions for me."

Gray returned at eight o'clock in the evening.

"Let's go."

"I still want to read this book," Gordon said reluctantly. "Won't my library card expire?"

"It's nothing, I chatted with the old man," Gray said. "You can use the Meditation Hall, borrow training materials, and use the training area."

"I just finished my semester at the Royal Academy of Natural Sciences, and now I'm here at the Hunter School for remedial classes. How did this happen?"

"Don't push your luck. Others wouldn't even have such a good opportunity."

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Gordon was indeed satisfied; this was a path to entering the Imperial Hunter system.

With Gray's library card, he could access the library filled with practical knowledge and training methods for improving his abilities, and study the training methods for Source Essence.

There are also walls and cannons here, and there are burly, super-strong instructors who are not afraid of being disturbed by others.

He also guessed that after going around in circles, his refining and appraisal abilities had begun to come into the view of others, and in the future, if someone needed professional judgment, they might have to pay him to do so.

That's good.

"How are you?"

"I will still come to school, but you probably won't see me. I need to get used to the room where I can settle down. It's filled with cold spiritual crystals, which can reduce violent reactions and is also good for stabilizing my mind. I'll probably be freezing in there for the next three months."

"I thought I could get you to fight against the Blackwater Hermitage."

"You have to work hard yourself. You have Vera, the Department of Demon Affairs, a horse, and a thread. When I came out, I either crossed the threshold of the fourth tier or knew what I was still lacking."

"3

"Don't forget the kindness of your Uncle Gordon."

"screw you."

The two rode back to the city, and in the distance, Lundnium looked like a firework embedded in the darkness.

"But I have a question," Gray suddenly said.

"I will use the foundation's money properly for those birds."

"No—have you ever considered becoming a source material alchemist?"

"Not considering it."

Why?

Gordon looked at the road under the moonlight.

It spreads forward, but its final destination remains unseen.

"I'm not a machine that just takes orders; I have my own judgment."

"Anyone can see that."

"The source energy can forever change a person; each potion can potentially create a new ability user. Whether this is a blessing or a curse for me and for this world remains to be seen."

"Ha!" Gray laughed.

The more I get to know Gordon, the more I realize how special this guy is.

"That's interesting. This is the first time I've thought about something from this angle." Gray nodded slowly. "Obtaining the source material is indeed just the beginning. Alchemists are the ones who grant power. But what if they also make murderers, potential madmen, and villains stronger—"

The alchemist won't be able to sleep well either.

"Therefore, each problem needs to be analyzed individually. I only want to help those I'm willing to help with medicine making."

"What, am I someone you're willing to help?"

"Although you are obsessed with birds, have a narcissistic personality, and have very low taste in books, you are willing to keep your promises and your professional level is very high."

"Buy up some vocabulary," Gray said, raising his chin. "Once your Uncle Gray becomes a fourth-order rank, you'll have to come up with another set of effusive praise."

Two horses galloped along the moonlit road toward Lundnium.

Late at night, Gordon left his horse at the hotel and returned to 9 Knightsway.

He now feels that he has a clear direction.

Experiencing the imagery of connection at Rundnim Central Station and the imagery of giant waves at the sea can greatly enhance one's understanding of the source.

The gaslight was still on inside. Vera had already cleaned the room and arranged the wooden planks against the wall according to their lengths. The new furniture had not yet been delivered.

"I got back very late." She was wearing a loose white shirt and trousers and was stocking up on smoked meat and cheese in the pantry.

"I visited another university." Gordon put his arm around her waist and kissed her, which was good for her neck.

"Where is that?"

"Hunter School"

"————" Vera's eyes went unfocused.

Her feelings about that place were mixed. Usually, only a handful of people survive a training course.

"It must have been tough," Gordon thought as he took her hand.

Now this hand is long and strong, but in the past it was worn out and blistered, and the pain kept me awake at night.

"That's good enough. Without that place, I might have died long ago."

"Yes, a place can save you or it can hurt you; that's not contradictory."

"It's meaningless, it's all in the past."

Gordon wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You pity me?" Vera snorted.

"No, I'm just a little angry. You deserve a better life."

"A gentle education cannot forge a powerful hunter."

"But they teach you so much about fighting, killing, and how to survive, and in the end you still want a home."

Vera sniffed the air; it smelled of the countryside, horses, and sweat.

"It's all your fault." She stroked Gordon's hair.

"I am willing to take on this responsibility."

Gordon then checked Vera's condition. Although her heart rate was stable, there was still inflammation in her deep tissues.

Worst of all, the source contamination seems to be spreading, and her out-of-control state is escalating at an invisible rate, with gluttony, euphoria, and impulsivity intertwined.

In the long run, Gordon needs to find a suitable source of information as soon as possible to explore the essence of the large ferocious beast and completely resolve Vera's imbalance.

"Again?" Vera looked down at him.

"No. Firstly, the furniture hasn't been delivered yet, and secondly, we really need to restrain ourselves."

How restrained?

"This time, it can only be a short one."

"Waaah."

He looked around.

The bed is dead, and the table's structural strength is insufficient.

Finally, he found the only sturdy thing in the room.

The main entrance, the front door of No. 9 Knight Road, was made of metal from the beginning.

[The door. At first, I thought I was guarding against outsiders.]

Moments later, it was struck by a powerful impact, and the hinges clanged.

A sound system requires investigations not only of the Hunter School but also of its outstanding graduates.