Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

In the morning, sunlight snuck into the bedroom.

Thulhu opened his eyes, still feeling exhausted. His arms and legs all felt heavy and sore.

Everything that had happened yesterday was like a dream: the cafe, the date, Beatrice, the shadow, and the corpse princess…

He then checked the attributes panel again.

Giving the command silently in his mind, he pulled up the panel that was only visible to himself:

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Name: [Thulhu Botley]

Occupation: [none]

Class: [0]

Title: [none]

Strength: [1.1]; Agility: [1.2]; Constitution: [0.6]; Spirit: [1.6]

Skill: [Corpse Princess LV1]

Passive: [Common Heber LV3]; [Basic Physics LV4]; [Demon Hunting LV1]; [Ancient Heber LV2]

XP: [0]

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The constitution value had dropped by one third, but the spirit value had increased by 0.1. Was it because he had successfully cast the spell last night?

The changes on the attributes panel proved that everything that had happened last night was real.

Silently, Thulhu accepted the truth.

Although he had temporarily solved the problem last night, the true murderer would certainly become aware of it very quickly.

He also had no idea how well the corpse princess could carry out his command, which could also be a problem.

Now, Thulhu even hoped that Roald would come sooner.

His elder brother was obviously a more qualified demon hunter than he was. A true demon hunter would know much more about this sort of extraordinary case.

Meanwhile, Thulhu knew that he couldn’t pin all his hopes on someone else. He should master the power on his own as soon as possible.

Thulhu stared at the panel.

It proved that he wasn’t a caster yet. When he decided to cast a spell, the energy that was pulled out was very likely to be his life force!

A single spell could consume 0.3 of his constitution. Two more would directly kill him!

And here came the other question: How could he collect mana points? Which led to the ultimate question: How did one become a real hunter?

Although his family would know, they were too far away.

He stood up slowly and put on his clothes. He then went to the residential hall.

“Thulhu! What happened to you? You look pale!” Shawn was shocked when he saw Thulhu’s dreadful face.

“Do I?”

Thulhu looked at himself in the mirror and realized that he indeed had black bags under his eyes and very dry hair.

“Bro…” Shawn patted Thulhu’s shoulder and said hesitantly, “It’s alright to pursue pleasure. We’re all young and I get it. But you gotta be careful…”

“Fuck off!”

Thulhu rolled his eyes and started considering what his priorities should be.

He had to heal his body first and then start investigating. Maybe he could talk to Molly first, since she was the one who had handed him the note.

The secret murderer behind all this might keep attacking him. Thus, he had to become strong as soon as possible.

Also, he had better figure out what happened to the corpse princess.

Maybe he could join a fight club, and check out the library at the same time.