Mysterious Hunting Grounds

“Hope Fragment 0 fusion complete. Initiating transformation.”

“Heartbeat normal... blood pressure normal... Transformation complete. Hunter mode activated.”

“Initializing, please wait...”

...

The chaos before his eyes gradually cleared, and the yellowish glow of dusk began to dispel the darkness.

Fang Nian finally opened his eyes with a startled cry, his hand pressing to his fevered chest, his face full of confusion. It took a long while before he regained his senses.

“Fatty, are we there yet?”

Fatty Feng Xiu sat slumped behind the wheel of their battered QQ, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping a large machete. His dark, sunken eyes were narrowed to slits, exhaustion etched into every line of his face.

But even so, his gaze remained alert, scanning the surroundings with a wariness honed by surviving in the Black Triangle. He knew all too well that in this post-cataclysm world, a single misstep could cost one’s life.

He took several seconds to respond to Fang Nian’s call, then replied with a bitter expression, “My ancestor, you’re finally awake after two days and two nights. I was about to fall asleep at the wheel. We’re already at District 16, lining up to enter the city. Please don’t pass out again—let me at least catch a nap for once.”

Fang Nian rubbed his aching temples, then wiped the thick condensation from the rear window to peer outside.

The landscape was a vast, barren wasteland, stretching as far as the eye could see—nothing but sand and dust. At the horizon, a fortress of iron loom