Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

I feel a little dizzy, but is learning really useful?

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After a brief moment of doubt, Sakurai finished his thoughts and left the school.

Anyway, it’s getting late, we should go back.

So, what to eat today?

Sure enough, keep hunting, otherwise...

It's not good to be hungry.

The guys nearby have all been eaten, there's nothing we can do...

Can we only go somewhere a little further away?

Sakurai, who was not very willing to waste time on the journey, still started walking.

Sakurai let out a long breath and stepped straight into the darkness.

......

From the moment he came into this world, Sakurai knew one thing.

That is, he is not an ordinary person.

However, he is indeed a human being.

This is the passage that appeared in Sakurai's mind during his first hunt.

This body is resisting the fact that it is not human.

It's very strange, isn't it? It is an inhuman monster that feeds on aliens, but it refuses to admit that it is an alien.

Always be firm in your human identity.

The remnants of the setting sun were faintly visible in the sky, leaving only a faint light.

The neon lights everywhere on the streets illuminate the streets.

However, even so...

There is still darkness in this world that cannot be illuminated by modern technology.

Carrying a shoulder bag in one hand, Sakurai walked in the darkness.

Like tourists, like pedestrians, and like...

Hungry eaters looking for food.

The gentle evening breeze blew up the lapels of his clothes, and Sakurai's eyes were full of the instinct called appetite.

As we walked further and further into the darkness, the modern asphalt road turned into a dirt road made of earth and stones, and the clean concrete houses on both sides turned into a bustling jungle.

Something seemed to be whispering in the forest.

Whispering something.

Then, before we knew it, the bustling modern streets were replaced by deserted tree-lined paths.

Even in the most remote villages, you can't see such scenery. This is...

This scene should never exist in a modern city like Tokyo.

Even the most brainless person would understand this after seeing this scene.

I will definitely run in the direction I came from without hesitation until I escape.

But unfortunately, Sakurai doesn't have such thoughts.

That's what he came for.

Taking a deep breath, savoring the scent brought by the breeze in the air, Sakurai couldn't help but licking his lips.

What's in...

Calling him.

Under the short black hair, the golden eyes are full of appetite.

Sakurai was sniffing hard, as if a glutton with insatiable taste buds was searching for a delicacy that could satisfy him.

Finally, at the end of the path, a dilapidated wooden house that was smaller than most houses appeared in front of Sakurai.

Specifically, it is like a hunter's lodge in the dense forest.

The wide-open door looked like a monster's gaping mouth, waiting for food to fall into its trap.

Found it.

"Excuse me~ I came in without any courtesy~"

The voice was polite and cheerful, like that of a guest visiting the house. Anyone who heard it would think that the owner of the voice was a good child.

After saying hello, the good boy opened his one-shoulder schoolbag, took out a sharp dagger with a cold glow, squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and stepped into it.

This is...

The face of a predator, a haughty one.

It doesn't contain any emotion, it's just a pure smile.

"Mmm...it smells so good."

Sakurai waved his hand somewhat unwillingly, and choked by the rotten and fishy smell in the wooden house, he sneezed involuntarily.

So...

Let’s start. We finally found one and we can’t let it go.

"I see you!"

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger deep into the cabin.

Perhaps she was angered by his rudeness, or perhaps for some other reason, in the dark wooden house, where the index finger was pointing, dark mist began to condense from nothing. In just a few seconds, the mist condensed into substance, and the next moment a scarlet eye lit up.

4. Supernatural & Killing & Relics

"babble!"

"Squeaky!!!"

A low and hoarse whimpering sound was heard.

Then...

A fishy wind blew, and along with roars and whimpers, a one-meter-tall rat-like ghost appeared in front of Sakurai.

"Is the prey a rat-like spirit? Perhaps it should be classified as a monster, but I don't really like eating rats."

Sakurai took half a step back while saying this, then moved two steps to the side and rear to avoid the big rat that pounced on him along with the fishy wind.

The dagger in his hand stretched forward, easily cutting through the fur and flesh, leaving a hideous gash on the mouse.

While pulling out the dagger, Sakurai strode backwards, and in just three or two steps he was out of the cabin.

He doesn't want to be encountered by a ghost like a rat. It's disgusting.

They are all viruses.

“Squeak!!!”

Following an ambiguous roar, a giant rat covered in black energy broke through the window of the wooden house and pounced in front of Sakurai.

The scarlet eyes stared straight at Sakurai, filled with greed and cruelty.

This guy...

Does wisdom exist?

But beasts are beasts, and non-human creatures are nothing but trash even if they have intelligence.

Bright red blood flowed from the wound, and the scarlet rat eyes were filled with murderous intent towards Sakurai.

"Are you angry? It's just a trivial gift."

Just as Sakurai expected.

A beast is a brainless beast that loses its mind at the slightest provocation.

As long as you determine your attack method and trajectory, you can easily resolve the situation without getting hurt.

It's very easy to deal with.

This was something Sakurai had already determined during the period of hunting.

After adjusting his breathing a little, Sakurai stepped forward with a dagger held horizontally and an expressionless face.

Even if it was a life-or-death battle, there was no way to make him have any emotional fluctuations.

But being brainless is still being brainless.

There is still a gap between humans and the supernatural, so big...

Even though he tried his best to observe, his dynamic vision still couldn't keep up with this guy's speed.

At least that's how it works for him.

It's because he doesn't know Yin-Yang magic, can't use any props, and has not learned any magical skills like kendo or ninjutsu.

But even so, we must fight to the end, otherwise...

You will starve to death.

He didn't want to experience that feeling of having to find a way to "eat enough".

He glanced at the bloodstains dripping from the dagger onto the ground, and his gaze fell on the rat-like ghost in front of him.

Serious and focused, holding his breath and holding the dagger in his backhand, Sakurai stomped the ground and rushed towards the big rat in front.

“Squeak!!!”

The noisy roaring sound filled the ears like a devilish sound, stinging the eardrum's receptive capacity.

This roar, which could be called a sonic attack, caused the air to fluctuate.