Novel & Cerita Solo Leveling National Level Hunters

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.

Lunchtime was perfect in the afternoon, two people hiding in the forest, ten meter away from the gate. "Brother, there is a real Camp." Lone hunter 1 analyzes the gate, if they want to scam them, no need for location base or traping in that place was ridicule, with their experience as lone Hunter for five years, it's not surprising much, although both of them only Mortal stage 1, their survival was higher than people at Camp. "First brother, after you." Lone Hunter 2 following his brother from behind, walks slowly while looking around, on alert if something a miss.

He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun. I tried to suppress the fear clawing at my insides, but it was useless. My gaze flicked to Silas. He was already watching me. “Silas,” Orin said, his voice disturbingly calm, a twisted grin stretching across his face, “there’s no going back this time. You walk out of here free if you kill the boy." He took another step, the grin widening, enjoying every second of this sick game. "Come on, boy. Kill the beast. Join me. Continue the family legacy—hunt."

It’d be like shooting fish in a barrel. Has he tried to put one over on the humans? Maybe I can play them against each other. Lenox doesn’t blink though. “We’re trying something different this time.” Smith’s eyes gleam. “This isn’t a boring track and kill. No guns. No tranqs. Dogs, blades, and traps only. Man versus nature. Nothing in between a male in rut and his female in heat except the cunning and skill of the most consummate sportsmen on the planet, and the winner gets to fuck the Haunt of the Hill’s mate on his own bloody pelt.” Smith fakes a shiver of delight. “It’s going to be legendary.”

"Tonight is a full moon. That means they’re at their strongest. Do not hesitate. Kill on sight." The hunters nod in agreement, their grips tightening on their weapons. As one, they raise them toward the sky and shout. "HUNT OR BE HUNTED!" The chant echoes through the forest, making my stomach twist. Within moments, the groups disperse into the woods, slipping into the shadows like wraiths. My father, Logan, and a few other hunters remain behind. "We take this route," he orders, motioning ahead. I adjust my quiver, placing an arrow against my bowstring, and follow behind.

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

We went back to the arena with bows and arrows equipped. "Now, let us witness as the contestants aim to hit 3 targets in 3 difficulty levels. The first level is easy; they will try to hit the target without any distraction. The second level is moderate; the target will start moving at a relatively slow pace and it will also be farther than the first. The last level is hard; the target is placed farther than the first 2 targets and it will be moving at a fast pace. This will test the contestants' skill. I wish all the contestants good luck." The announcer said. I was still at the last of the line. The eldest contestant gets to go first. The other contestants had their turns. All of them had h

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***

Isaac complained as he kept guiding the citizens. "There are a lot of strong Hunters here. We probably can hold them off for a while until backup arrives." Mira said while noticing the tags of the Hunters nearby. A lot of them were yellow and green which showed Seasoned and Experienced rank. Some were even white for Veteran rank. There was also one or two bronze which signified Champion ranked Hunters. "Those giant snakes might still be a problem." Apoel said. "I feel like I've seen them somewhere. Hey, don't push!" Lawen yelled at a guy who just pushed through the line of people.

Catching one will not cause their whole downfall. “Second day, they trained me and discussed everything that I need to know. They have this hierarchy starting from the head, down to the hunters, next are the assassins, and the last ladder was the line of drug mules and weapon smugglers. Only the hunters and assassins were filled in with details and provided with personal contacts, the drug mules and weapon smugglers should only do their job and get their shares when they succeed. I, for example passed as the hunter. They gave me a mission—”