He had heard about dungeons from the soldiers last day so he was familiar with the term and it's working. They were some spaces from where these strange Beasts emerges, thought he didn't had idea of what they looked like.
Most importantly humans have divided them into different categories according to monster levels.
Well he won't mind killing some beast and getting some exp but he didn't want to reveal his gun neither his strange profession.
Despite the reasons he didn't show any hesitation on his face and said. "I am a hunter".
Ash has been calling all these fighters hunter but not all of them had this profession, someone could be healer, Tanker, swordsman, berserker, or mages.
He just felt convenient to use hunter term to distinguish between fighters and non fighters. But he just got all this knowledge last night and he already started guessing others professions from their weapons.
As this Arlan had a large shield over his back that indicates that his profession was related to damage controller perhaps a tank.
But when he said he was a hunter he didn't use it as general term but emphasized that he had hunter profession.
"Hunter!" Arlan gave a thumbs up in approval.
As they were talking Durnok blurted out.
"Here we go again, another group of wolf. They are so annoying and don't even provide Exp.
Just wait till we expand here, we will make An Exp farm for newbies" saying that he looked towards Ash.
Ash was waiting to see any beast when Black furred wolfs, eyes glowing bloodshot red emerged from back of a small mountain.
He realised Durnok had his ways to predict future dangers.
Ash jumped down the horse grabbing the dagger in his hands. He had to go against his instincts. Hunters don't fight like assassin.
An assassin always go for sneaky one shot kill but as a hunter he had to mix both types.
As he was to charge in Arlan stopped him.
"Poor soul, he is going to fight with an unranked Dagger, here take this" Arlan threw a blade that was a feet long with runes Carved on its hilt.
The curvature was perfect and the grip was so comfortable that Ash fell in love with the weapon. This was the best art he had seen till now.
Arlan misunderstood seeing Ash staring at the Blade. "Don't worry I found it in a dungeon. You can keep it if you killed three wolfs".
'Arlan was quite generous with his offer', Ash thought.
While Durnok was not sure about that, asking a newbie who just got his profession some days ago to kill three wolves with a short blade which was hard to use was diabolical.
Ash Checked his screen seeing some new screen.
[Weapon Rank: D
Strength: +5
Agility: +3
MP: -10 ]
Profession: Modern Assassin
[ Level: 3 ]
[ 32/50 Exp ]
[ AGILITY: 5 (+3)| ENDURANCE: 2 | STRENGTH: 1 (+5)| LUCK: 1 ]
[ MP: 50/60 (-10)(Recovery rate: 1 per 450 seconds) ]
[ Stat Points: 0 ]
This was another shock to Ash, these weapons were able to provide stat boost just by wielding them. His low strength that could have been a problem in head-on fight was solved.
He could feel power surfing through the weapon to his body.
"Thanks man" Ash said and charged towards the wolfs. Two hunters were already on move to clear the way.
When they saw a new person joining them they eyes him with curiousity.
The merchant was also seeing the battle with her 3 girls.
"How many do you think he will kill?" Arlan asked Durnok.
"May be one"
Against everyone's expectations Ash wasn't cautious at all. His heightened senses, his hand eye co-ordination and the adrenaline rush he was feeling from new increased buff he could kill anyone.
Despite all that he wouldn't have left his cautious and Assassin style but currently he had to show himself as hunter and that's what he did.
Two hunters dashed forward, blades flashing, intercepting the first charge. Steel clashed against fangs, but the wolves' sheer numbers pressed hard.
Ash leapt , rune-blade in hand. The weight of the weapon felt natural, almost too natural, and the runes shimmered as if hungry.
"Stick close if you don't want to get ripped apart!" one hunter ordered him.
Ash didn't answer. He met the first wolf head-on. The beast lunged, claws outstretched—Ash ducked, driving the blade up through its ribcage. It howled, twisting midair before falling limp.
"One," Ash muttered.
Another wolf darted for his flank. He pivoted on instinct, slashing across its throat so clean the blood sprayed like ink.
"Two!"
The hunters glanced at him mid-fight, surprised at how quickly he adapted.
A third wolf pounced, jaws wide. Ash stepped into its leap, ramming the blade through its open mouth. The corpse fell heavily, twitching.
"Three…"
Arlan's eyes widened. Already three?
But Ash wasn't done. He shifted his stance, faster, sharper, the assassin in him breaking through the "hunter" act. His movements blurred, weaving between beasts. He ducked under a swipe, spun low, and carved deep into a belly—another wolf crumpled.
"Four!"
He didn't stop. Another wolf charged at the distracted hunter's back. Ash threw himself forward, slashing the wolf across its spine, saving the man.
"Five!"
The rune-blade glowed hotter in his hands, feeding on the kills. The surge of borrowed strength made him reckless but precise—every strike ended in death.
When the dust settled, seven wolves lay around him. The other two hunters had only brought down two each.
Ash stood still, breathing hard but steady, his blade dripping crimson.
The caravan was silent. Even the merchant's laughter died into quiet awe.
Arlan lowered his face, stunned. "Seven…? With a short blade?"
Durnok frowned, his jaw tight. "That's not how newbies fight. That's how veterans kill."
The hunters exchanged wary glances. None dared to ask how Ash moved so smoothly, almost inhuman.
It was not his power that made them surprised, all of them were far more powerful than Ash But they still couldn't say if they could match his pure battle skills.
He didn't even use any skills, it was all raw talent.
With the stat boost from the blade he was already more powerful than previous life and a short blade, his favourite weapon in his hands was deadly as gun.
Ash only gave a small nod, wiping the blood off the rune-blade. I was supposed to look like a hunter. But maybe I showed too much.