Chapter 747: Forest of Doom (1/2)

”I know that i will find myself a sweet heart also. Soon.” Jason muttered and smiled along the way.

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”Are you sure you're going out, young man?”

”I should tell you that many has exited the confines of the city and failed to come back with their lives.”

”And on the rare chances that they do, they would not return complete at all. Some would lose a hand or an entire leg even!”

This was the stern warning of a good elderly who manned the gates of the city.

Although he was already in such an advanced stage but he wore his military uniform with pride and strength.

At one glance and even without using his domain of wind, Jason could determine that this old guy was definitely a veteran Hunter.

Hunters was the profession of all those skilled people who had the ability to hunt those cursed monsters from outside the city gates.

Since mankind was forced to hide in their turtle shells for survival, this was an appropriate name indeed to strike back at those evolved beasts.

It was the hunted's turn to hound back at their most wicked predators.

”I will not go far from the city, Master Hunter.”

”I will only take my chance to loot at what i can in the wilderness nearby.” Jason replied. He had just gotten out from a 30 minute train ride towards the entrance of the city.

Although he could easily force his way out and fly into the sky but that would be stupid since it would alarm the experts in the city. Jason did not want that result at all.

Thus, it was good to be cautious at this time. He absolutely did not want to invite attention unto himself and break his peaceful life of anonymity.

There would come a time when Jason Birth would explore the boundless universe and spearhead the glory of his fellow man but alas, that time has not matured yet.

One should know that Jason was still an 18 year old boy.

Even though he has practiced the Dao of the Wind for an eternity during his cheat and enlightenment but he has yet to truly live at this young age.

”Just don't take your chances too far, young man.” The old hunter advised. He could see that Jason Birth was not even wearing the proper attire for a trek outside the dangerous city.

The fatty had only an oversized pants and an equally big shirt on. He has a pair of slippers for crying out loud! No bags, no basket, no nothing!

If this old hunter would judge, Jason was absolutely not fit to go outside.

Alas, there was a strict law that forbid this old hunter from interfering in the exit of wannabe hunters since there were myriad tales of fortuitous encounters told from the adventures of newbies and young blood.