Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 201 - Migration

Chapter 201: Chapter 201 Migration

Chapter 201: Chapter 201 Migration

From the woman who had been taken hostage, it was learned that the Wolff Factory and the surrounding area had suddenly formed.

Beyond the factory, there was another location that was very likely to appear in this world.

That was Wolff’s villa!

If he could reach there, Roger would fight for a glimmer of hope.

After a whole night of running and fighting, even Roger’s stamina was beginning to falter, especially since he had been injured by Julianne’s attack before the escape, causing a dull pain in his organs and a significant decrease in his combat strength.

Desperately climbing over a mountain, the burning sensation on his forehead gradually faded.

With a slight sigh of relief in his heart, Roger knew he had just bought himself a little more breathing time.

It was then that the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a house on a nearby mountaintop, appearing and disappearing amidst the foliage.

“Huh?”

“A cabin in the woods?”

The moment he saw the house, Roger’s mind was completely captivated, with countless reasons surging through his head, each urging him to move toward it.

“Could it be that Wolff’s villa, when assimilated here, turned into an ordinary wooden house?”

A thought flashed through his mind, and Roger’s brain subconsciously discarded many things, hesitating only for a moment before he quickened his pace toward the distant cabin.

As his field of vision gradually widened, he was finally able to see the cabin clearly.

The ordinary wooden structure was hidden deep in the forest, looking extremely similar to Roger’s cabin in Baytown.

The door was wide open, with the interior structure not visible, and a large plot of land had been cleared in front of the cabin.

Nothing was planted in the land, and a crooked scarecrow was placed at the edge of the field, but oddly, the scarecrow was facing towards Roger.

It seemed that the owner of the house did not use it to guard against the occasional small birds and animals but to frighten other things.

Julianne’s voice was getting closer behind him.

“I know you’re nearby, lucky guy, next time I will definitely find you!”

The area ahead was open; running straight for it could very likely lead to being discovered by Julianne who was following behind.

Roger took a detour around the hillside, snuck through the woods on the other side of the field, and by the time he reemerged, he was behind the cabin.

A large glob of brown liquid had congealed in front of the house door, a substance that seemed to have been there for quite some time.

The solution had seeped deep into the soil, and after Roger took a careful look and made sure there was no one in the room, he dashed inside.

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The interior of the room was much cleaner than he had imagined, with the only piece of furniture being a wooden bed. It was then that he saw a figure darting in the distance—Julianne had actually appeared on the opposite mountaintop!

“So fast?!”

Opening the model of the cabin in his mind and seeing the words that appeared on the notice board, Roger breathed a sigh of relief.

“It works!”

He concentrated and issued a command.

“Temporary Migration!”

For a moment, the cabin before his eyes underwent a mysterious change.

This change was odd, something Roger had never experienced before during Temporary Migration, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what was different.

Looking through the cracks in the wooden boards at the figure approaching relentlessly, Roger thought for a moment, left the door wide open, and then triggered the Penetration function of the Hunter’s Cabin.

Meanwhile, Julianne, who had just been on the opposite mountaintop, had already arrived nearby with astonishing speed.

“If you’re really hiding in this room, then you’re just too dumb!”

Julianne didn’t even realize that the moment she saw the house, she subconsciously thought Roger was hiding there.

The thought came abruptly, but Julianne didn’t notice anything unusual. She just felt that Roger should be there, and she should take a look inside.

So she made her way to the cabin.

The reddish-brown earth in the field made her unconsciously frown. Julianne seemed to have noticed something was off.

“Are you hiding here?”

Energy surged through Julianne’s body as she intended to completely destroy the house before her, but then an odd emotion arose.

“Playing hide and seek?”

“You must hide inside, that would make it more interesting.”

The door was open, and Julianne stepped inside. The moment she entered the cabin, the light around her dimmed as though entering another world.

There was no ambush as she had imagined. Julianne looked around.

The room was small, with no place to hide anyone. Then, her pupils narrowed a bit as she cast a spell to dispel any interference.

Although her target was a Demonic Hunter, Julianne still did this subconsciously.

Everything in the room was normal. Julianne turned around, finding it strange that the urgent desire to enter the cabin had suddenly vanished.

“It seems you’re not as foolish as I thought,” she said.

The moment she left the room, Julianne closed the door as if possessed by a ghost.

“Bang!”

“Where could she have gone?” she muttered to herself quietly, then headed deeper into the forest.

The entire area fell silent again, the sunlight sprinkling over the fields, with the scarecrow’s ridiculous hair fluttering in the wind.

Meanwhile, Roger, who had entered the Mist Hut, completely relaxed. He lay down on the floor without concern for appearance and sighed deeply.

Even with Julianne’s strength, she couldn’t cross into the Misty World through two layers of space.

He opened the Storage Box, found some food, and stuffed himself hastily, then casually offered up the spoils he had obtained from the Toad Monster.

Frog Prince’s lung: A cursed object. No one can truly tell if he is a man or a beast. His unique lung structure is fundamental to his survival underwater.

Precious.

“Would you like to submit it?”

“Yes!”

After completing all this, the Mist Hut underwent a small change. There was no time to check the information about the upgrade, as Roger lay on the wooden bed and fell asleep instantly.

He was too exhausted and needed a good rest, for he would soon undertake the most important task since he arrived in this world.

The Green Grass Trial!

The mark on his forehead could not be removed; the Temporary Migration of the Hunter’s Cabin couldn’t exist forever. Roger was bound to be unable to stay inside indefinitely.

Julianne’s strength was something that Roger at this stage couldn’t contend with, and it was unclear whether he could confront her after undertaking the Green Grass Trial.

But this was almost Roger’s only choice.

A whole night of fighting and running had left Roger no time to think carefully; he always felt as though he had overlooked some critical information.

A piece of information that could bring vitality!

Atop the hill in the cabin within the woods, undisturbed by anyone, the dark brown soil churned like flesh and blood, and soon an ugly, plump, pale-skinned woman crawled out.

The woman smoothed down the two dangling locks of hair by her temples, and her small eyes gleamed with greed and cunning.

“Oh…”

“Do we have a new visitor?”

“What kind of form should I take this time?” she wondered aloud as she walked forward, kneading her flab until she reached the door, and suddenly, her appearance drastically changed.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

The woman knocked on the door.

After waiting for a moment, no sound came from inside the room.

“Has he already fallen into a nightmare?”

“That saves me some effort,” she murmured softly and pushed hard on the door.

“Hmm?”

The crude wooden door remained immovably embedded in the wall, unbothered by her efforts!

Thump, thump, thump!

The woman pounded furiously at the wooden door, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t open the damn door.