Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 203 - Mutation

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Mutation

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Mutation

Feeling his consciousness becoming hazy, Roger knew this was a precursor to dizziness caused by a lack of oxygen in his brain.

He desperately tried to control his mouth to breathe deeply, but then he helplessly discovered that he could no longer make his body respond in any way.

Everything went pitch-black before his eyes, and not a sound could be heard in his ears. Even the fluctuations of his thoughts were suppressed to the extreme.

Little by little, the flame of thought seemed like it might extinguish at any moment.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he almost couldn’t feel his own existence anymore, when the last of his self-consciousness was about to be worn away.

Suddenly, the faint fire of consciousness blazed fiercely to life.

Gradually, Roger’s brain began to ponder more questions, a speck of light appeared before his eyes, and although he could hear nothing, he knew he had survived the most challenging phase.

He didn’t know how long it had been before he heard his own labored breathing, raspy like someone drowning.

As the effects of the potion faded, Roger’s own resistance and the poison’s invasion reached a delicate equilibrium.

His body was severely damaged, but was no longer fatal. Although his vision was still very blurry, Roger was extremely thankful for a decision he had made in the past.

In this state, he couldn’t even perform a simple action, let alone inject a potion.

His thoughts seemed to flutter in mid-air, and illusions began to appear before his eyes. Sometimes he felt like he had regained control of his body, but not long after, he plunged back into darkness.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when a sharp pain shot through his neck, something piercing his artery, and in the next second, a liquid as cold as ice was injected into him!

Roger’s consciousness awoke from its chaotic state; he knew the second phase had begun!

The icy liquid flowed from the jugular into his bloodstream and then spread throughout his body, slowly freezing him in place, it seemed.

Roger opened his eyes, wanting to look down and check his condition.

Crack! Crack!

“What’s going on?”

Slowly, as his body absorbed the potion, a strange power surged within him. Yet, oddly, this force ignored muscles, bones, and blood—it penetrated his entire body, converging at his brain!

His mind became clearer than at any moment before, and all the difficulties and doubts he faced during practice dissolved instantly.

The fine strand of spiritual power grew stronger unchecked, and without waiting for Roger to control it, it naturally formed a perfect ring in his mind.

Head connecting to tail.

A flawless Ouroboros.

Moreover, as the strange power gathered in the body of the Ouroboros, the slender body of the snake grew thicker, and fine scales began to form on its surface.

The snake, once static like a dead object, opened its eyes, revealing a pair of amber-colored pupils!

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What Roger didn’t know was that, in the real world, his clear eyes had also turned into unusual vertical pupils.

The pupils emitted an amber glow.

Cold, merciless.

The process of mutation continued, internal organs melting away as if fused together. During this process, the functions of some organs enhanced and new ones developed, even different organs fused, creating new structures.

Typically, the reproductive defects of Demon Hunters are formed in this process, but with the support of the Hunter’s Cabin, the entire process was smooth and without turmoil.

If he didn’t take corresponding measures in some battles later due to this, it wouldn’t take long before he was blocked by a crowd of women holding children at his door.

After the mutation, Roger had essentially become a different type of human, reproductively isolated from ordinary humans.

On this path, powerful individuals no longer seek propagation.

They seek immortality!

With substantial preparation, before undergoing the Green Grass Trial, Roger made adequate preparations, raising his physical and spiritual power to the limit of what a normal human could achieve.

His strong physique and resilient spirit allowed him to pass through the first two stages without any risk.

What Roger didn’t know was that outside, in his four days of absence, a significant change had taken place.

Thump, thump, thump!

From day to night, from night to dawn.

The woman shifted her bulky frame, frantically pounding on the door, unable to comprehend why she couldn’t enter the house.

If it weren’t for the importance of this house to the strange woman, she probably would have already commanded scarecrows to attack the place.

She herself didn’t possess much attacking power; no matter how many times she was killed here, she could always be reborn in the fields after some time.

The scarecrows were her true form, so unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn’t easily use the scarecrows to attack.

The eerie house exerted a lethal attraction to those approaching, entrapping them in terrible nightmares upon entering, gradually allowing the house to consume their thoughts, turning them into lambs for the slaughter.

But now, standing right at the door, she couldn’t push it open no matter what!

…

Having not found Roger in the wilderness, Julianne returned to the Voodoo Association’s core area in this region with a heavy heart.

What puzzled her was that, in the subsequent tracking, she never again received any information transmitted back from her spells.

“Has he already left this place?”

Julianne shook her head, as the Voodoo Association had invested countless efforts in this Cursed Land to prevent the emergence of powerful enemies from within.

The Voodoo Queen hadn’t come here in person; Julianne oversaw all matters, large and small, and had now sealed off the entire area with her spells.

Any attempt to leave could not escape her perception.

“Erased my spell tracking?”

Julianne let out a cold laugh.

“Once I complete teacher’s mission, I’ll see how long you can hide.”

She had made all the preparations, now all she needed was to wait for things to unfold.

At that moment, a witch approached, “Miss Julianne, we’ve found a peculiar clue.”

“Not long ago, when we sent people to search along the path, we discovered some concealed corpses in the forest. Following these clues, we came to Wolff Factory.”

“Judging from the traces of battle at the scene, it wasn’t just one person who came here. It must have been a Demon Hunter’s team.”

“Based on the lingering bullets and marks, they should be a Wandering Hunter team, with numbers estimated to be between 4 and 6 people, one of whom was severely wounded, leaving behind a severed arm at the scene.”

“A Wandering Hunter team?”

Something seemed to dawn on Julianne, “So they didn’t come here by a mere accident but had a mission to carry out?”

The witch opposite her nodded.

After a moment of thought, Julianne said, “Tell all that happened to Ashley, and have her look into it, identifying everyone who was around Bordeaux Factory that night.”

“Kill them all.”

Julianne said casually.

“Make it look normal, try not to draw the Hunters Guild’s attention.”