"Ohhh Tier-1 Ha, Hmmm... Well if you want be rich quick, being a Hunter is indeed the right profession I am not even going to lie to you. But try working on leveling up, and saving Ability Points to Unlock new Special Abilities."
Elizabeth said to Malone, as she could see through her own Status Screen through the Guild Server. That Malone, our Ren as she knows him by, is a Level 4 Since he is hiding his Class.
'My, my... What a striking young man. That physique, is clearly that of a seasoned warrior, yet not so brutish as to be unsightly. Tall, composed, and that stoic expression... Mmm~ how dignified. Eliz, darling, it seems fortune smiles upon you today. He is so positively my type to a fault. Fufu~ Should I grace him with a taste of my charm? Perhaps a little seduction wouldn't hurt.'
'Yes... Let's give it a shot.'
With that Elizabeth looked at Ren and asked.
"So baby, where exactly are you from?"
She asked Malone who was scrolling through the Hunter Page, Which was basically Tic-Toc, or Twitter, but for Monster Hunting, Deamon Slaying or just straight up Adventuring in a Whole.
Hearing this Malone answerd with a lie. With Elizabeth being an Egoist. She doesn't have the lie detecting abilities those of that class gets early on.
"Sacula Village."
He said firmly, causing Elizabeth ears to perk up, and replying to him, she said.
"... Sacula Village you say... Hmmm if that's the case, you have travel quite far from home now haven't you?!"
"Yeah, but I always wanted to be a Hunter, and I can't stay locked up in that place forever either you know. Beside with the recent invasion of the Deamon coming from all sides of the Continent, it has left the Borderlands in such a state, that it can't be considered nothing less but a hellish place, rather than place to call home."
But that aside, focusing back on the notification screen, he was connected to the guild main network as he proceeds to see his mission tab.
[✦ Hunt 20 Blood Slime]
[✦ Collect Seven Ügra Gras]
[✦ Harvest Seven Mandra Core]
These where different quest available to Malone. And the different quest he needed to complete to officially become a Hunter.
His goal here was simple, all these he could clear in retrospect within the confines of a single day. Which in of itself was relatively quick.
But as he prep to go, Elizabeth caught his attention once more saying.
"Oh my, you seem to have it rough baby, sorry for asking so coldly, that was very inconsiderate of me."
'An egoist apologizing now that's is fresh, most egoist are self-centered pricks, as the game portrays them as.'
Malone inwardly commented, but he didn't make a fuss about it.
"It's alright really. Shit happen's either way, I will take me leave now. The earlier I get these tasked down the quicker I become a official Hunter."
"Ahhh Wait."
Elizabeth said, calling out to Malone.
"Ha what is it?!"
Malone asked, confused as to why he was been called out.
"If it's ok with you, why don't you stop by later. The guild usually throws evening parties between 5-9 P.M."
"Sure Malone said."
Right after he walked out of the Guild house. Meeting the streets once more. Stretching a bit, he decides that today would be a good day to to truly test out his capabilities before heading to Big Mom to get his head on a Mount. In this World, a companion to traverse the Prime Lands was very important.
"First thing First, let's get these quest out of the way, it shouldn't be hard at all, typically speaking, one can find all of these on the East Coast of the city."
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Malone traverse mind was settled, as he left for the east coast where the Blood Slimes thrive in the marshy outskirts, a endless land of sand, vast for kilometers, with the sea stretching into it, and the Ügra Grass grows wild among these beach sands roo.
The Mandra Cores, though, those are trickier to harvest, each buried deep in the roots of the Mandra Trees, guarded by their pesky, venomous vines.
A Level 4 like him should have no trouble, but Malone would rather not get cocky. Overconfidence gets you killed in this world, and he was not about to be a cautionary tale.
The streets of the town bustled with merchants hawking their wares, hunters bartering for supplies, and the occasional street performer juggling fire orbs for tips. The air was thick with the scent of grilled meat and the tang of alchemical potions brewing nearby.
He pulled up his Hunter Page on the Guild's interface once more.
The translucent screen hovering in front of him like a futuristic hologram.
A quick glance confirmed his quest objectives, and he marked the East Coast as his destination.
The map overlay showed a winding path through the town's eastern gate, past the merchant district, and into the wilds.
It was a two-hour trek on foot, but Malone had no intention of dawdling.
As he made his way through the crowded streets, his thoughts drifted back to Elizabeth.
"An Egoist, huh? Figures she would try to flirt her way into my good graces. Too bad for her I am not here for games...Still, I would love to tap that ass for sure."
Her charm was obvious, polished to a fine art, but Malone...or Ren as he was known here, had bigger fish to fry.
The Prime Lands were a brutal place, and he wasn't about to let a pretty face distract him from his goal... becoming a Hunter, climbing the ranks, and meeting Big Mom herself.
The legendary Tyrant was no joke, and only the best-prepared Hunters stood a chance against her.
The eastern gate loomed ahead, its iron bars reinforced with runes that glowed faintly under the midday sun.
A pair of guards nodded at him as he passed, their eyes scanning his gear with mild curiosity.
"Heading to the coast, eh?"
One of them called out.
"Watch out for the Slime swarms. They've been aggressive lately."
"Noted."
Malone replied with a curt nod, stepping onto the dirt path that stretched into the wilderness. The town's noise faded behind him, replaced by the hum of insects and the distant cry of wild beast.
The trek to the East Coast was uneventful, save for a brief encounter with a stray Horned Rabbit that bolted at the sight of him. Malone didn't bother chasing it, small fry like that weren't worth the effort. His focus was on the Blood Slimes. According to the Guild's database, they were low-tier monsters, weak to fire and blunt force, but their numbers could overwhelm an unprepared Hunter.
"Twenty of them. Shouldn't take more than an hour if I play it smart."
As he reached the marshy coastline, the ground grew soft underfoot, squelching with each step. The air was heavy with the scent of salt and decay, and the horizon shimmered with heat.
In the distance, he spotted the telltale glint of red... And he didn't need to look any closer, he knew it was a Blood Slimes, their gelatinous forms pulsing as they oozed across the marsh. Malone crouched behind a cluster of reeds, observing their movements. There were at least a dozen in this patch, more than enough to start chipping away at his quest.
Drawing his sword, Malone took a deep breath and stepped into the open. The Slimes noticed him immediately, their eyeless forms quivering as they slid toward him.
"Alright, you blobs."
He muttered, gripping his blade.
"Let's make this quick."
The first Slime lunged, its body stretching like a liquid spear. Malone sidestepped, and slice horizontally at it with great skill, as he brought his sword down in a clean arc.
The blade sliced through the Slime's core, splitting it in half with a wet *splat*. The remains dissolved into a puddle, leaving behind a small, glowing orb, its essence, which Malone scooped up and stored in his nap sack he brought with him
"One down, nineteen to go."
The other Slimes surged forward, their movements sluggish but relentless. Malone danced between them, his sword flashing as he struck core after core. The marsh became a battlefield of splattered red goo, and within minutes, he had cleared the first cluster.
His breath was steady, his movements precise, as wasted no energy in this battle.
Right after, he began to collect the last of the Slime essences, and the moment he did, his Hunter Page pinged with an update.
[Quest Progress: Hunt 20 Blood Slimes – 12/20]
"Halfway there."
He muttered, wiping his blade on a patch of grass.