Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Chapter 43.2 - There are things that one can't control

A group of executives and Hunters approached the place where the explosion occurred. It was a small restaurant at one of the back alleys.

The space wasn't that frequently visited and away from the city center, but thanks to the denunciation call, they immediately headed in this direction.

A small crowd had gathered, their faces marked with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Some onlookers whispered among themselves, speculating about what might have caused the explosion.

"Please get away."

The executives immediately called the crowd, covering the area and passing them rapidly. Since it was a possible crime scene, they needed to be ready. Their subordinates were also already in the way, so it wouldn't take too long for them to take control.

"Margaretta. Come with me."

Immediately signaling the officer with him, he slowly made his way towards the scene.

"Roger, captain."

The girl still kept calling him captain, even though he said he didn't want to. But, since the situation was urgent, he decided to let it slide.

They approached the scene. Smoke billowed from the damaged building, twisting and dancing in the air. The acrid scent of burnt materials lingered, assaulting their senses.

The first thing that caught their attention were three lifeless bodies lying on the ground, their limbs sprawled unnaturally.

"What is this?"

The lead executive narrowed his eyes as he examined the scene. The bodies showed signs of a swift and brutal demise, all seemingly felled by a single strike. His eyes concentrated with mana lead the flow.

"Three demon followers. All of them died with only one strike each."

Margaretta interjected as she also looked at the scene.

"Three precise attacks, all of them having the power to one-shot a demon follower."

A sense of unease settled over him, and his hand instinctively moved towards the weapon at his side. The possibility of danger lurking within the restaurant couldn't be dismissed.

After all, if it was one person, then the enemy would be strong. If it was more than one person, their numbers would make them dangerous.

[This is Captain Harlan. We have a situation at a local restaurant. Three demon followers were confirmed deceased. We have yet to investigate further, but it is suspected that there are more demon followers inside. Requesting immediate support from the Demonic Human Bureau. Over.]

A brief moment passed before a response crackled through the communicator.

[Acknowledged, Captain Harlan. Your request for a Demonic Investigation Team is being processed. You may proceed.]

"Tch, bastards. Always coming late." He mumbled as the response came.

"Did they refuse?"

"No, but they didn't accept it either. It seems we are alone for a while."

"Classic Demonic Human Bureau. Those bastards are always late."

"Stay vigilant," he instructed his companion, his voice low and serious.

The duo cautiously approached the entrance, stepping over the debris scattered around. The shattered windows and scorched walls hinted at the force of the explosion that had occurred.

Once inside, they found the interior in disarray. Tables and chairs were overturned, and the remnants of what used to be a bustling restaurant now lay in ruins.

The air was thick with the aftermath of magical energies, leaving an indelible mark on the surroundings.

"The Demonic Energy is thicker."

It was evident that a fight had occurred in this place, and this time, Demonic Energy seemed to be used.

As they carefully navigated through the remnants of the restaurant, the captain's mana-enhanced eyes caught a glimpse of another casualty lying on the ground.

The body was sprawled out, and upon closer inspection, countless distinct cut marks adorned it. The nature of the wounds suggested a swift and overpowering attack, leaving no chance for the victims to defend themselves.

"Look at this," Captain Harlan muttered, his voice grave. "The precision of these cuts... This wasn't a random attack. Whoever did this is highly skilled, possibly a High-ranking Awakened individual."

Margaretta's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the scene, her training and instincts kicking in. "Do you think it's a rogue Awakened? Or something else?"

Captain Harlan remained silent for a moment, deep in thought. The complexity of the situation unfolded before them, and the eerie atmosphere heightened their sense of urgency. After all, the demon followers and a rogue Awakened clashing were different.

"Regardless of who or what did this, our priority is to secure the area until the Demonic Investigation Team arrives. We need to be prepared for anything," Captain Harlan declared, his hand firmly gripping the hilt of his weapon.

After all, if he overstepped his boundaries and learned something he shouldn't have, then it would be the end of him.

Years of continuously working in this work made him very well aware of how dangerous just hearing something is.

As they pressed forward, the tension in the air grew thicker, and the mysteries surrounding the incident deepened.

"Let's move."

Confirming that it was dead, the two continued.

"There is a basement here."

Harlan's eyes saw the flow of mana and noticed the basement contained another source of energy. There also seemed to be a bunch of mana remnants, so it made sense that there were more people underneath.

The duo cautiously proceeded towards the entrance to the basement, their senses heightened and weapons at the ready. The shattered remnants of the door indicated a forceful entry, raising their level of alertness.

"Someone went through here, and it wasn't subtle," Captain Harlan remarked, his eyes narrowing as he observed the broken door. Margaretta silently nodded, her gaze sweeping the surroundings for any potential threats.

As they stepped into the dimly lit basement, the smell of blood and something else entered their noses.

The blood somehow felt thicker(?) and more disgusting (?) than usual. It was certainly a weird feeling, and Margaretta couldn't identify it.

However, that wasn't the case for the experienced Harlan.