Chapter 14 - Looking for the Golden Man & Easier Than I Thought

Qin Xuan was inside a room with another woman with purple hair and a face that always seemed to be angry. In fact, it was just her normal face, which scared many people who didn't know her well. Her name was Yang Manli and she was practically Qin Xuan's right-hand woman.

"Qin Xuan, I'm telling you it's practically impossible. My squad can't recognize someone like that, let alone go looking for someone who doesn't even have a name. Unfortunately, I wasn't there on site, so I can't say for sure what the success rate would be." Yang Manli knew very well the importance of finding this unknown character who disrupted the entire hunt for the Bloody Killer. But in the face of Qin Xuan's absurd request to try to find him in the First Sanctuary of God, she could only deny it completely.

"I am not asking for the impossible. Take the best Bullseye Rangers and put them to keep an eye on anything golden that moves in the jungle. If this golden man has decided to steal even the body of the Bloody Killer, it means that he is also looking for more sacred-blood gene points. Sooner or later we will have a chance to contact him." Qin Xuan clarified the matter and concluded the subject. For someone who was able to do all that under the nose of the Son of A Snitch, besides skills, there was courage. And she wanted soldiers like this in her squadron.

"And why the sudden interest in this thief? If he were truly a just warrior, he wouldn't do something like this and hunt his own prey." Yang Manli was a bit angry about it, but she just wanted to investigate Qin Xuan's motive. As much as stealing prey was indeed wrong, what hasn't a soldier done worse in a war? Moral considerations are something that doesn't enter the battlefield.

"Even if I tell you, you won't believe it..." Qin Xuan remembered those three traces of light that caused all that, and whatever that golden man had used, he did it so skillfully that it escaped everyone's senses. That was a gigantic talent in itself.

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While Qin Xuan was searching, all the other groups in the shelter were also doing the same. Fist Guy also commanded several people to search for this person, interested in both the Beast Soul and the beast's equipment. Everyone had already given up on the Sacred-Blood meat, which made this hunt an absolute failure.

Son of A Rat was the one who lost the most in this story. In addition to having to reimburse the losses of the two parties he hired to help, he also lost a single-use sacred-blood arrow, his mutant mount, and all the other drops from the beast. He even lost the own beast in the process! He didn't even gain a single gene point from it.

His anger was so great that he announced throughout Steel Armor Shelter that he was wanting the head of that golden man, whose name no one knew. While everyone laughed at the tyrant who lost everything, others wrongly judged the thief of the beast, saying that this was not ethical.

But while all these people were very concerned about the events, the person responsible for all this was far from caring about the confusion.

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"The guy really put a few million in my head, it was just a joke..." Han Sen was fishing in the lake with a fire next to him, frying an Iron Toothed Crocodile meat. He considered Son of A Wretch's reaction to be more than fair, as he himself would feel like killing someone who robbed him. But coming from a world where the weak have no chance, laws and morals only matter when there is equality. When Son of A Hell decides that other lives are less important than his own, why should Han Sen decide that his gains should be greater than his own?

While he was lost in thought in the middle of fishing, some noises from the bushes behind him caught his attention. He turned around to see what it was, and at the same moment his bait in the lake was bitten.

"What--" A man with tattered clothes had just emerged from the bushes, his mouth drooling and his eyes glued to the piece of barbecue that was on the fire. But before he could say much, a huge Iron Toothed Crocodile fell in front of him.

"Oh, excuse me. You were saying?" Han Sen pulled the line and the crocodile came to a stop in front of him, the man still looking at everything with shock on his face. Han Sen took a look at the young man and made some quick calculations, remembering his description in the book, 'Cuts? Check; Bruises? Check; Extreme fatigue? Check! It looks like my order of Hyper Gene Arts has arrived!”

Han Sen has been waiting by this lake for the past few days, all so he could steal - or rather, kindly ask for - that guy's Hyper Gene Art. And it seems to have worked out quite well. Fate was still following its course, apparently. This made him wonder how long it would be until his interference here started to have its effects.

The young man saw Han Sen and became ecstatic. "Where am I? Am I close to the Shelter of Glory?" he asked, looking at Han Sen. His gaze also wandered to the piece of meat, his empty stomach begging for food.

"No. We are close to the Steel Armor Shelter," Han Sen said only that, leaving this guy's imagination to run wild.

"I've come so far that I'm now in the territory of another shelter?" The young man whispered to himself, looked at Han Sen and said in an almost commanding tone, "Take me to the shelter. And give me all that piece of meat and your clothes. Right now."

"No? Do you think you're talking to your father?" It was the first time in a long time that he saw an arrogant person, so he didn't want to miss the opportunity to provoke. And Son of A Bug was arrogant, but Han Sen deliberately provoked him. It was different when there was no previous contact.

"Do you think that was a request? That's an order!" The ragged young man approached Han Sen, ignoring his tasteless joke. His hand reached out to force him into submission.

Shing!

"Not so fast, man..." Han Sen unsheathed his dagger and positioned it just below the guy's neck, so fast that he didn't even react until he felt the blade's tip on his neck.

"Advanced Blade Arts? Seems like you're not so simple after all..." Caught off guard, the young man looked at Han Sen and praised his knife skills, "But it's a shame you found me. Better luck in your next life, scum."

With a sharp gleam, the young man's hands emitted a strange light, and he slashed downwards, wanting to cut through Han Sen's flesh along with his knife.

Equipping the golden armor, the golden light filled the place, and Han Sen retracted his knife, afraid of damaging it. Quickly dodging the young man's hand, he went to the left and punched him straight in the ribs.

Bang!

“Ugh! Son of a-” The air was knocked out of his lungs with the punch he received, and he was prevented from cursing when he suddenly felt a blow between his solar plexus and stomach.

Bang!

"Sorry, I couldn't hear what you said," Han Sen walked up to the young man who was on the ground, vomiting a little after the kick to the stomach he had just received.

In the novel, a very specific comparison is made about the use of Hyper Gene Arts. Gene Points are responsible for strengthening the material, which would be the human body, while these mystical arts are the way to use the material, making it sharp and deadly.

Although Hyper Gene Arts are indeed very powerful and all, using the original comparison, knowing how to use the material does not mean it will be effective. After all, what's the point of having the sharpest metal sword if all it will cut is air?

"You're being quite disappointing right now, you know?" Han Sen looked down at the young man who was trying to get up. For someone who was starving and weak, hitting the stomach had the same fatal effect as hitting the head.

"I'm going to kill you, you scum--" He tried to curse, but all he received was another kick to the ribs, which surely broke and punctured some organs.

BANG!

Standing on the ground and vomiting blood, the young man rethought his whole life and how he ended up here, getting beaten up by a nobody. Out of all the chances, he chose someone who knew how to fight. His remaining thoughts were hazy as he drowned in the darkness.

"Scum this, scum that. Your vocabulary is quite limited..." Han Sen walked up to the guy, who didn't move anymore. Poking the guy with his foot, he unequipped the golden armor and raised his eyebrow, "I didn't even use the Bloody Killer. The guy was really weak..."

Taking some things out of his pockets, like his wallet and a strange chip, he chuckled and cracked his neck.

"Well, that was easier than I thought!"