Capítulo 16: Ch. 16 Package Arrival
John and Leon concluded their secret agreement. The Hunter Bureau offered to take him home, but John instead asked them to take him to a car dealership.
Walking into the dealership, John walked past all of the cars as he already knew what he wanted.
It took John a total of 30 minutes to purchase a used 2012 Grey Jeep Wrangler. John figured that having an off road vehicle would be best for getting to Dungeon Gates located in harsh terrains.
Fortunately while lowlevel dungeons could be found everywhere ranging from middle of city's to mountain toos, high level dungeons are more often than not found in very secluded areas like the Amazon Jungle or the grand canyon.
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The next day, John was laying on his couch watching TV since he had nothing scheduled. He had been pushing himself too much and he was reflecting on yesterday experience.
John knew that he'd just killed someone for the first time, but it honestly didn't feel like it. Killing that PKer in the dungeon didn't feel any different then when Roukel killed people, he didn't feel anything about it.
As time passes and he gains more and more memories of Roukel, the more he became desensitized to violence and death.
Having decades worth of memories with him killing thousands of enemies with a single swing of his blade, preventing supplies from reaching enemy kingdoms which starved millions, and performing other ruthless attacks made John numb to death.
This is exactly why he had created those two rules in the first place.
John had a feeling that killing someone would completely unphase him, so what would be the incentive to stop himself from hunting down innocent hunters and absorbing their mana to get stronger? The answer was nothing, the idea of slaughting a party of hunter to absorb their mana sounded like the most logical and efficient way to improve.
So John had created a self imposed rule and demanded Roel to enforce it. If John ever went off the deep end and started murdering innocent people, Roel would stop being his sword and refuse John's hand.
Roel agree to this demand rather easily, as if John lack the will power and self control to honor his word, then he didn't deserve to wield him.
*Ding Dong*
Mid way through watching an episode of Durarara and thinking through the changes he was going through, Johns doorbell rang.
Opening the the thin apartment door, John saw a man in a black suite and briefcase standing their menacingly.
"Are you Hunter John Jackson" the man in black stated loudly.
"Yeah I'm him" with door opened Slightly John had his hand on Roel just in case.
"Ill need to see your hunting license before I can hand over your item"
"My it-" mid way through, John finally understood what was happening. Leaving the door open, John used his super speed to rush to his wallet and pulled out out his license.
After double checking John's license with a scanner, the man handed John his briefcase and left without saying goodbye.
Slamming the door closed, John ran to his table and quickly opened up his briefcase.
Sitting upon silken sheet, John saw two rectangular whetstones, a blood red one and another one that was jet black in color..
"Your whetstones finally arrived Roel!...It must've took so long because of dumb international regulations.... Alright, alright. I'll get to it!" Pulling Roel out of it's sheath, John saw its dull black blade and internally swore it would never look like this again!
Spraying water onto the course red whetstone, John started grinding Roel with most of his strength into it, only for the wooden table he was using to crack under the pressures.
After ten minutes of grinding Roel on the floor, John was covered in sweat and temporarily stopped to look at his progress.
He noticed a very small amount of black metal shaving came off of Roel after all of his hard work.
"This is going to take forever....Heal!"
using his healing magic to recover from fatigue, John got to work on restoring Roel to his former glory.
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5 house later, John was grinding Roel onto the fine black whetstone as a large puddle of sweat was beneath him, small flecks of Roel littered the floor.
Finally coming to a stop, John used a towel to wiped off Roel of any fragments and lifted it up.
Instead of the once dull black blade that he was use to be, a sharp black blade shone through and seemed to radiate a menacing aura that gave even John a chill!
-Verifying the existence of a new item.
The measuring tool that was a few feet away rang out.
"A new item!?" Picking it up, he lifted it over Roel.
D-rank item.
Verifying weight control
Verifying Dormant Potential effect.
Verifying Past Life Awakening effect.
Additional effects unknown.
"Holy shoot! You ranked up again buddy! It looks like the lightweight enchantment upgraded to weight control."
Grabbing Roel, John thought about the ability and the blade suddenly became as light as a feather, and with another thought he was forced to use his seconds hand in order to lift up Roel.
"This is way better then that dumb lightweight enchantment, infact I might even use you to work out with." with a though the sword returned to it's normal weight.
"It's just a joke Roel.....I know, I know. You an instrument of death not dumbbell" Shaking his head, John knew that this enchantment will be amazing for training and mildly useful for combat.
Gaining muscles using dumbbells and benches were one thing, but muscles gained from training were another thing entirely!
Weight lifting increasing size of slow twitch muscle fibers which increase greater strength capacity, while Martial arts cause conversion of fast twitch muscle fibers into intermediate fibers, enhancing speed-strength and explosive power output.
Basically muscles gained from training a martial art is more beneficial in battle than simple dumbbell workouts, of course to normal hunters the benefits of working out is minute as mana determines strength but not for John.
The only way for John's strength to continue to rise is by defeating creatures while wasting as little mana as possible, and absorbing their mana to forcibly expand his own mana capacity. Every bit of physical strength matters as that's less mana he has to waste to defeat a creature and the larger his mana will expand.
After taking a shower, John took out the piece of paper he wrote weeks ago
[To do!]
-exercise✓
-Get powerful wood for Roels handle
-get whetstone ✓
-get money ✓
-Buy actual armour✓
-Get transportation✓
-buy a house
Seeing that he achieved most of his short term goals, John's face has a slight smile. Now all he needed to do was buy a wooden handle and a house, John had the money, but not the time to go looking.
John didn't know where they made specialty handles for swords, seeing as how having a handle made of a certain wood did absolutely nothing for combat, and all of the good wood is used to make magic staffs.
'People will probably think that Im a rich idiot that like wasting money on making his sword look fancy, but Roel deserves only the best!'
*RING RING* After checking his to do list, John immediately received a call from the Hunter Bureau.
"Hello?" answered John.
"Hello, Mr Jackson. Can you come to the Hunter Bureau tomorrow?" A cold female voice spoke
"Is this this related to investigator Leon?" John asked hopefully.
"Yes it is, we have matched you with a trio of hunters who have been under heavy suspicion of PKing. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" The woman spoke emotionlessly.
John answered without hesitation, "I'm ready, schedule me with these PKers and send me a list of the PKers I'll be verifying today, then send me the files on all the suspected PKers you have."
"....Alright, I'll email them to you in a few minutes." She said coldly as she ended the call.
The very next moment, John notifications went off and he immediately began looking into the files. The files contained pictures of the suspected PKers, files related to their ability and items, alongside their history in and out of the dungeon.
He didn't have anything else to do and he need to wait until his mana regenerated from sharpening Roel, so he began scrolling through all of the suspected PKers after having memorizing the ones he'd be dungeon diving with.
There were pictures of men and women that had a percentage next to them, indicated the chance of being a PKer.
Looking through the documents, there was a name John was familiar. 'Joey Montigue', it says here that there's a 40% chance he's a PKer, but John doubt that.
He felt it the moment he saw him, Joey was a violent and short tempered man but he wasnt a killer or atleast hed never killed before. He was a man with anger issues and was driven insane with rage and attempted to kill him, John knew the man was innocent but Joey didn't need John to vouch for him especially bafter they tried to kill him.
After reading through the files, John took out his phone and gave Leon a call to ontain verbal confirmation from someone with authority.
"When these PKers start trying to kill, do I have permission to kill them?"
"....If and when the PKers attempt to kill, you are given full authorization from the Dungeon Bureau to defend yourselve by any means." Leon said with determination.
Slightly nodding to himself, John turned off his old phone that he just used to record Leon's confirmation.
He didn't distrust the Bureau, but Roukels memories taught him betrayal only comes from ally's.
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