"We are hunters, with an innate keen sense of smell." Pride flashed in Gru's eyes, "Just by smell, we can smell the health status and recent diet... Use this to select targets and distinguish other similar species. "
Dean tightened his grip on the gun and smiled sarcastically, "Then will the hunter take action against his companions?"
"A few do, and most of them list this behavior as a taboo and do not allow killing each other. I belong to the majority." Gru shook his head, a pale look appeared on his face, and his tone was weak, "Can you send me to the hospital first, or Help me heal my injuries?"
Dean shook his head, his cold eyes moving between the man and the ice bank.
"You have nothing to do with the dead, and you are not Superman or Batman..." Gru advised, "You can't go against me for such a group of scum from the bottom of society."
"Let me go and I will grant all your wishes."
Dean didn't deal with this guy just to get justice, so he changed the topic directly.
"You claim that you are influenced by genes and heredity, so your biological father Leighton Stone, your mother Shannon Stone, and your brothers and sisters are also hunters?"
Gru turned his head and looked away, then nodded after a moment.
"You have a glamorous appearance and come from the upper class. How decent you are." Dean pointed the gun at his third leg.
"I'm curious, how many people have you killed as a family of six in your lifetime?"
"Not much at all, one in 100,000 people who die every year in the world due to diseases, wars and herbal medicines is enough to feed my family!"
"And in this society, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want and buy anything."
"Then guess, can you buy your own life?"
Dean asked.
Gru urged, "Money, status, and women can't impress you? What about health and strength?"
"What's the meaning?"
"We hunters not only have an extraordinary sense of smell, but also have a long lifespan and a strong body. We can live twenty to thirty years longer than ordinary people. We almost never get sick, from colds to cancer... they are all insulated from us! "
"If we deal with some particularly powerful individuals, we may even gain a little strength and become stronger."
"You didn't lie?" Dean clearly remembered that a special diet would be affected by a virus. How could these hunters become stronger?
…
"No, no, I swear to God!" Gru looked at Dean with fiery eyes, "As long as you let me go, I will introduce you into our family. You are already so strong as an ordinary person, and when you become a hunter, you will become a hunter in the future. Stand at the top of the food chain!"
"God has no time to supervise this heretic like you." Dean pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I'm not sick either. I will never become as disgusting as you."
"Besides, you said before that monsters are all born, so how can they be transformed?"
"Most of them are like that, but there is a being who can help you transform, yes!" Gru emphasized, as if to convince himself, "It can change your physique."
Dean blinked in surprise,
"Turning an ordinary man into a hunter? Who has that ability, Leighton Stone?"
"No, my father can't do it. I'm referring to another extremely noble being."
Dean felt his heart skip a beat and lowered his voice, "What is it?"
"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I know that in the past two years, Layton and Shannon found a powerful being outside, invited it back to the manor to worship it, and offered sacrifices to it every once in a while."
"Leyton calls it an ancestor, a god, a lost person from his hometown. It can guide us in the future and make our talents stronger."
"Tell me more specifically?"
"I don't know much. Layton thinks I'm too young and hasn't let me see this god with my own eyes."
"But after my brothers and sisters and I continued to plead, their attitude has begun to soften rapidly, and they will take us to see this god soon." Gru's face became even paler, but there was a hint of excitement in his tone, "You Come back with me to witness the 'god' together, then join the tribe and become blood brothers with us!"
Dean noticed that the other person used the word "it" when describing this thing, which meant it was not a human being.
He couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't kill this guy directly.
But tracking down a kidnapper, and finally contacting supernatural beings, is this what Taime calls the ubiquitous law of convergence?
as a response to an idea.
A reminder flashed before his eyes.
Trigger new event - God
During your interrogation of the kidnapper Gru Stone, you discovered the true identity of his hunter.
In order to survive, he revealed a shocking secret to you. The Stone family enshrines a special non-human being that can transform you into a hunter.
Go and see for yourself what kind of existence these so-called "gods" and "ancestors" really are.
Then make a choice - join its side, or kill it.
Event Difficulty: Medium
Progress (0/100)
Deadline: one week
Reward: 150 experience + a special reward (depending on the result)
…
Gru didn't notice the coldness in Dean's eyes at all, and continued to speak passionately, with a sickly blush on his pale face. He was completely willing to risk his life to survive, "We have become a group, and we will share power, status, Wealth, longevity!”
“You’ll be catapulted into the upper echelons of Las Vegas.”
Gru held out his hand to him,
"Come on, brother, don't give up the precious opportunity to evolve for those miserable mortals!"
Dean shook his head, his cheeks dimmed under the kitchen light,
"You have colluded with your family, right? You have set many traps in the manor, and you will shoot me into a sieve just waiting for me to enter."
"How is that possible? I swear, today's actions are purely personal!" Gru didn't notice the other party's language trap at all, "Leyton and the others don't know!"
Dean's eyebrows relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief. The next plan should be implemented smoothly.
"I want to verify your credibility and answer a few questions honestly."
"As long as you don't kill me, just ask."
…
Dean helped Gru back to the sofa, found disinfectant alcohol and bandages, and re-bandaged his wounds to prevent the guy from bleeding to death.
Then Dean kept asking questions like a machine gun, and even found a pen and paper and started taking notes.
"How often do you usually go back to the manor, and what kind of car do you drive?"
"What's your favorite style of dressing?"
"Which room do you sleep in?"
"How are your relationships with your brothers and sisters?"
"What's your family's personality like?"
“What’s your favorite dish to eat when you have dinner with your family?”
Gru's face gradually became surprised. This guy's questions were very tricky and strange, making people confused.
"Wait a minute, why do you keep asking me about my daily life and personal habits? Does this prove my credibility?"
"The rule is that I ask and you answer." Dean's tone was cold and his eyes were as sharp as knives. "If you say one more nonsense, or if you dare to lie to me, I will make your death ugly."
Gru's lips trembled and he no longer dared to question.
Dean asked for another hour, until white light came through the window. He emptied all the inventory in Gru's stomach and put away the two dense records with satisfaction.
Gru licked his dry and chapped lips and asked anxiously, "Can I have a drink of water?"
"Well, you did a good job, go ahead." Dean smiled encouragingly at Gru for the first time and watched him limping towards the refrigerator.
He took out his silenced pistol and pointed it at the back of his blond head.
boom!
Blood splattered everywhere.
The body fell to the ground with a thud.
And the shackles in Dean's arms gave off a burst of light and heat.
You killed Gru Stone, proficiency +4, shooting level 2 (4/300)
Dean looked at the bloody corpse and shook his head.
"How can I go home with you?"
"I will only go back in your place."
Dean squatted down to collect some of Gru's blood samples, dragged the body into the icehouse, placed it among the piles of dead people he had ruined, and slammed the icehouse door.
Let darkness and freezing air envelope Gru Stone forever.
"You like freezing people into popsicles so much, try it yourself."
"Apologise to those wronged souls again."
…
Next, Dean took out the tablet and summoned the soul of Gru that he had just absorbed, and tortured it again, comparing the two previous records one by one.
After confirming that it is correct, take it away with one click.
You killed a ghost, proficiency +1, fighting level 2 (89/300)
…
Dean glanced at the ability to mimic the system:
lv0(25/100)
Gru Stone's blood sample, replacing the old blood sample.
Under analysis: 23 hours, 50 minutes and 10 seconds.
Simulation cooling time: 2 days and 22 hours…
"In three days, I, Gru Stone II, will go to Layton's manor to find out what kind of existence the so-called 'gods' are."
(End of chapter)
