Chapter 11: Where to Go

The mountain path wound steeply and ruggedly.

Moro had been walking for about an hour and hadn’t encountered a single soul during that time.

Glancing up at the sky, he estimated there were still two or three hours before sunset.

In terms of time, it was barely sufficient.

But it was best to leave this scarcely traveled area before nightfall.

This world’s untamed wilderness was often filled with deadly threats.

Most of these dangers came from strange creatures capable of easily killing humans.

In such regions, without expert knowledge, even those with psychic abilities could lose their lives in these remote, dense forests.

Since his arrival in this new world, Moro had mostly immersed himself in human society, teeming with opportunities, rarely venturing into the wild.

Even the developed natural scenic spots had never drawn him once.

But that didn’t diminish his respect for the wild.

After a brief rest of a few minutes, Moro resumed descending along the mountain path, pondering his next moves.

First and foremost was to resolve his identity issue…

From the moment he was locked in the freight truck cage, a death certificate had been forcibly issued in his name.

Thus, all his records in the identity database had vanished with that death certificate.

Back then, Melina helped him secure a new identity, but now he had to handle it on his own.

Still, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

Having spent over half a year in Yukshin City, he knew many problems could be solved with money.

“600,000 yen... I wonder if that’s enough.”

The cash found on the two corpses wasn’t much, but it was crucial for Moro now.

Even if it wasn’t sufficient to buy an ID card, it could serve as seed money to generate profits.

Patting his bulging pocket lightly, Moro looked toward the distant horizon where faint smoke curled upward.

Solving the identity problem was his top priority since traveling on high-speed transport like spaceships required valid identification.

Time was literally life for Moro now.

He had to make sure not to waste a single second.

Once the identity issue was settled, there were two destinations in mind.

One was the Sky Arena, where he could earn prize money and shore up his combat experience.

On the path to challenging for the Tower Leader position, he would likely encounter many malicious rivals.

Most of these competitors were psychic users aiming to wrest victory points from newcomers.

To gain status and wealth, these people lacked any moral scruples and resorted to ruthless methods as a matter of course.

If Moro met them, he certainly wouldn’t hold back.

After all, a psychic user was a valuable asset.

The other destination was Yukshin City itself.

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Moro was very familiar with Yukshin. With some startup capital, he could make a profit quickly and solve his financial problems.

More importantly, he could spend money to acquire antiques or handcrafted artworks infused with psychic energy to see if the “growth rings” could still absorb energy.

Even if they could, compared to the slow process of energy collection, Moro would still prioritize leveling up and growing stronger.

Two options.

Whichever path he chose, the ultimate goal was one:

To eliminate Feitan within a year.

Moro pondered, finding it hard to decide immediately, then remembered something crucial.

Intelligence channels—

To kill Feitan, first he had to locate him.

According to the original storyline, when the Phantom Troupe was first formed, they committed unspeakable atrocities to establish their reputation.

Shocking crimes were all carried out by them.

Their ruthless style quickly made the Phantom Troupe a notorious A-class criminal group, wielding considerable intimidation.

Soon, the fact that the Troupe originated from Meteor Street became widely known.

People’s fear and wariness of the Phantom Troupe gradually transferred onto Meteor Street.

This was one of Kuroro’s motives for founding the Phantom Troupe.

He wanted the world to fear and respect the Troupe, and to extend that perception onto Meteor Street, creating a protective aura around it.

The Phantom Troupe dedicated themselves to this.

But beyond that, they had one more mission.

To avenge their childhood friend, Salassa.

Led by Kuroro, the Troupe had trampled mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, eventually killing the mastermind behind Salassa’s torture six years ago.

Since then, the Phantom Troupe’s rampages had somewhat subsided.

They no longer committed crimes and murders as frequently, and the frequency of full-team gatherings visibly decreased.

Eventually, they didn’t assemble for three years.

Disbanded and acting individually, their members were like stones dropped into the sea—impossible to track.

Given all this, Moro had to consider how vital intelligence channels were.

Even if he trained himself to be able to kill Feitan, it would all be in vain if he couldn’t find him.

His thoughts drifted back to that deadly rainy night.

Why had the Phantom Troupe targeted him?

He did not know.

Having chosen a different path now, he couldn’t be sure if Kuroro and the others would come to Yukshin in a year’s time.

For now, he kept that information as a backup.

If conditions allowed, Moro hoped for a one-on-one confrontation with Feitan.

Therefore, intelligence channels were essential.

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They would help him track Feitan who acted alone.

And intelligence was extremely expensive in the Hunter world.

“Then I’ll go to Yukshin.”

Realizing the importance of intelligence, Moro decided to head there first.

He would hunt for undervalued treasures to quickly accumulate wealth.

Besides, after establishing himself in Yukshin, he had heard tales of people finding great bargains, or others setting traps to snatch top-tier collectibles from certain collectors.

Moro could use such future intelligence to intercept priceless treasures.

This way, he could rapidly accumulate the funds needed for intelligence and test the current capabilities of the growth rings.

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Half a month later.

Yukshin City, Downwater Street, Rat Alley.

The damp alley was relatively clean, though an unpleasant odor lingered in the air.

It was late at night, and the faint glow of a few yellow lamps barely illuminated the depths of the lane.

Moro stood at a T-junction, carrying a suitcase.

Tap tap—

Footsteps echoed from the shadows.

A heavily clad man wearing a mask slowly emerged from the dim light, continuously surveying the surroundings with a furtive air.

Upon seeing Moro, the masked man’s wary eyes quickly scanned the suitcase in his hand before cautiously approaching.

Standing before Moro, the man pulled a strip of cloth-wrapped object from behind his back and handed it over.

“You can inspect the goods, but the money must come first,” the man rasped, pausing briefly before adding, “I’ll wait one minute.”

“Fine.”

Moro tossed the suitcase at the man’s feet, then took the object, unwrapping the black cloth to reveal a red-and-white samurai sword swirling with psychic energy.

Seeing the smoky aura emanating from the blade, Moro nodded in satisfaction.

He had arrived in Yukshin a week ago, but solving the identity card issue had proven more troublesome than expected.

So he put that aside temporarily and turned to treasure hunting in the street markets.

In less than a week, he had earned over 20 million yen.

But instead of using that money to solve his identity problem, he immediately sought out the masked man to buy this valuable but dubious samurai sword.

If he could successfully sell it…

He would instantly pocket over a billion yen.