Chapter 83 The Great Hunt 4 (1/2)

After approximately 6 hours of sleep, John finally woke up.

He stood up in the underground room that he created and took a deep breath.

He tried to hear and feel the outside.

As soon as he felt it was safe to leave, he used his Matter Manipulator to open a hole that was big enough for John to climb out from the room.

He cautiously looked at his surroundings with his dagger, the Dark Wraith, on his hand.

The dagger glinted with a malicious light as it reflected the light that sent on its way.

John only sheathed the dagger when he felt that there was no threats around him.

*ROARRRRR!*

*RUMBLEEEE*

The ground quaked as the loud roars from beasts resounded throughout the whole landscape.

John had to crouch down to not fall from the sudden quake that came out from nowhere.

”That's some giant beast...” John looked at the distance, from where the sound came.

[Is it the target...?] John wondered.

He immediately took action, he couldn't allow to another person to kill it before him. He must be the winner of the Great Hunt.

John jumped from one platform to another.

Some of the platforms he passed through he was able to see some skeletons and dried blood on the ground, there was even some with bodies of Florans that were clearly killed by another Florans since the wounds in their bodies came from primarily arrows, spears, and swords.

John only took a quick glance at the bodies, and then proceed to continue in his route.

He felt pity. The way the Florans trained their future warriors surely was bloody and merciless.

They abide by the law of the fittest. Only the strogers would survive while the weak would be nothing more than a pile of bones that was served as a stepping stone for the strong.

In this case, he preferred the way other races treat their young generation. Even the Avians that were highly religious and also a kind of merciless and warrior race, they weren't as bad as the Florans.

The Florans only know how to value two things, strength and intelligence. It had neither of them, you were as good as dead, in their eyes.

Warriors and Greenfingers, they were the only two types of Florans. Any other talent was deemed as useless to them.

Of course they were at least better than a few centuries, or decades ago, when they abandoned any child that was unable to become any of the two specialization.

It was only with the rise of the Greenfinger's Council, that the Florans had started to finally appreciate other types of talents so that their civilization could flourish and, at the same time, avoid being influenced by the culture of the other races...

John stopped his stray thoughts when suddenly felt like being watched.

He paused in his tracks and scanned his surroundings, yet, he was unable to see a single soul.

*Swishhhh*

An arrow just went pass his head, centimeters away from his cheeks.

It John hadn't been fast enough to incline his head to the side, he would have been killed the arrow.

John took his bow, and notched an arrow on it while he glared at the position the arrow had came from.