Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 163 - Expanding the Region (6)

Chapter 163 -163 Expanding the Region (6)

Chapter 163 -163 Expanding the Region (6)

Following the instructions, he arrived on the second floor.

There used to be a door here that couldn’t be opened, but this time, when Roger arrived there, the original door had vanished, replaced by an iron door that was completely black and seemed to be embedded in the wall.

As soon as he touched the iron door with his hand, three scenes appeared before his eyes. He selected one with his thoughts, and his entire being sank into the door.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at another safe point.

“So that’s how it is!”

“These four safe points, after being fully integrated, actually connect with each other!”

You could travel to any of the other three from any one of them.

A Cursed Land in a semi-finished state, such a place might not even be documented within the Hunters Guild.

For convenience, Roger assigned numbers to the four safe points.

From 1 to 4.

The place he emerged was the second-floor corridor, and it wasn’t until he made his way downstairs that he realized the entire first floor had been transformed into a Training Ground.

No wonder it was called an annex area.

The first place he entered had limited space, and many areas couldn’t fit inside simultaneously. Due to the uniqueness of the four safe points, they were distributed to other places.

“Interesting.”

Roger immediately became interested. He ran to the second floor, touched the iron door with his hand, and arrived at another place.

When he ran downstairs, the notice board provided a hint: new scenes unlocked.

“So I can’t use the scenes that haven’t been unlocked yet?”

After testing the last location, the hint provided was still new scenes unlocked.

“Well, this is urging me to level up quickly.”

Returning to the Training Ground at Safe Point Number 2, Roger suddenly thought of a question and quickly headed downstairs. After pushing the door open, he stepped outside.

“Snap!”

His feet stood firmly on the land outside.

He continued forward.

Until he stopped again after a distance of 20 meters.

“The range of the mist covering the three annex areas is actually connected!”

Although it seemed on the surface that Roger could only move within a 20-meter radius around the Hunter’s Cabin, with the three other annex areas, once he unlocked new scenes, his actual area of activity would greatly increase.

There might even be a possibility, if the distance between two scenes is close enough…

Could there be an overlap of areas?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. But just then, Roger suddenly noticed wisps of fog starting to emerge before his eyes.

“Even the world’s integration didn’t eliminate this strange Mist.”

“Here, the world shrouded in mist is completely different from the normal state.”

It could almost be considered two different places.

Roger drew his weapon and carefully backed away.

He stood at the doorway, waiting quietly.

The fog grew thicker and thicker.

If it had been before, Roger could probably only barely make out objects within a two-meter range.

But now, with the addition of the cabin, his range of visibility skyrocketed, and everything within 10 meters was clearly visible!

Splatter!

With a squelchy sound of rotting flesh hitting the ground, several blood-drenched creatures leaped out from the mist.

“Do these things generate out of thin air?”

“And what could be the source of the Mist?”

Roger swung his weapon, drawing the attention of those creatures.

Whoosh whoosh!

They rushed forward, dragging their rotting bodies at high speed.

Slashing diagonally, thrusting upwards.

Roger’s steps moved within a small area, a minor technique he recently gleaned from Night Cat Swordsmanship.

Though his level in swordsmanship hadn’t risen again, he still experienced new insights and made progress through continuous practice.

His footwork seemed fragmented but allowed him to dodge attacks in a limited space, thus providing Roger with many opportunities for counterattack.

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With easy grace.

That was Roger’s current state, more skilled and composed than when he first faced such creatures.

His swordsmanship level had risen rapidly with extreme training, yet there were still significant gaps in actual combat experience.

Now, he relied almost entirely on his physical prowess and swordsmanship level to forcefully overpower his foes.

Most of his enemies were monsters with rudimentary intelligence and crude fighting skills.

Should he encounter highly intelligent humanoid enemies in the future, Roger’s lack of practical experience would become glaringly apparent.

Fortunately, he now had the Mist Hut.

And this was the perfect place to hone his combat experience!

Roger’s sword movements became smoother, and the speed at which he killed increased. After some time, when he came to his senses, a host of corpses lay around him.

“Phew…”

Soaked in sweat, the monsters were too weak, and Roger’s dissection of several yielded nothing.

Just then, a series of subtle noises came from the mist, as if other creatures were approaching.

Roger, now somewhat tired, decided not to continue fighting but returned to Area 1 through the iron door upstairs.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the bed in the Graveyard Cabin.

The night outside was deep; after quickly washing, Roger fell asleep almost immediately.

He got up in the morning and had something to eat.

He checked the messages on his phone, which Henrik had given him. It was a special model that kept signal even deep in the mountains.

After eating and resting, Roger started to prepare the potions Ingmar had told him about, using various materials.

The Three Holy Spirits had given these potions an impressive name, Spirit Awakening Potion.

The preparation method was simple; the only critical aspect was the drawing of the Alchemy Array during the process.

This was Roger’s first encounter with the alchemical recipes of this world.

Here, the preparation of all Alchemy Potions involved raw materials and an Alchemy Array, the latter being, in a sense, the most crucial part of the process.

The Array transformed the materials, and the final result could be called an Alchemy Potion.

This is also how Alchemy Potions differed most from the chemical syntheses well known to everyone.

However, the potion Roger was preparing clearly followed a different method; the most important steps seemed to be accomplished by the Hunter’s Cabin. In fact, Roger’s role was more like that of a mixer.

After fussing all morning and failing three times, Roger finally obtained a complete potion.

“Phew…”

Regulating his breath, Roger drank the potion in his hand.

Herbal with a hint of earth and a slight fishy sweetness, the latter a distinct flavor of Cage Tail vine roots.

Roger waited, his mood tense.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what outcome to expect.

If his body reacted, it meant he was indeed the Saint Heir, and he would need to find a way to shield himself from the Three Holy Spirits’ detection quickly.

And if there was no reaction…

That wouldn’t be good news for Roger either.

It isn’t likely for a person to simply appear out of nowhere. If it were merely an ordinary case of drowning and disappearing, that would be one thing, but what if there were other reasons behind it?

As he pondered, Roger suddenly felt a concentration in his spirit—the potion was reacting within his body.