The Only Cultivator in a World of Hunters

With the current situation, Mr. Wolf guessed that someone was trying to torture Mark without wanting him to die. But there was something very wrong with this because monsters had never liked doing such time-consuming things.

"Peter, could it be that the monsters have changed?"

The moment Mr. Wolf said those words, everyone shuddered. What did it mean for monsters to change? For Mr. Wolf to say it, it was definitely a change in a negative direction.

Monsters had always been famous for being a bunch of lunatics who did not bother thinking. If they could think more now, then humanity would be at a huge disadvantage.

"Hm..."

Peter did not immediately answer and was thinking about something else. The fact that the corpses were moved outside was most likely done by White’s master, so it was not a problem. But the fact that these people died meant there was a monster in that dungeon that was unreasonably powerful.

Something about this was unreasonable because White had already come here for a second inspection. If there was any monster stronger than B-rank, she would have reported it.

If there was something powerful inside the dungeon, it was Ziz, and besides that, there was nothing else. Could it be that the problem happened after White left?

"White came here for a second inspection before, but there was no problem. We all know monsters cannot become stronger through effort or anything like that, yet there was a monster in the dungeon stronger than these people."

Peter did not explain it clearly, leaving the rest for everyone to think about themselves. If he directly spoke as if he understood too much, they might become suspicious of him and start investigating Peter’s private life again, which would be very troublesome.

"Hm... An F-rank could never be the one who finished off the monsters and destroyed the dungeon core. I understand."

With just a little hint from Peter, Mr. Wolf immediately understood where the biggest problem with this incident lay.

To take down this team, there had to be at least A-rank power. But there was no way an A-rank could suddenly appear for no reason inside a B-rank dungeon. To do that, at the very least, it would have to be the incarnation of some powerful entity from hell.

Now a new problem had arisen. The sudden change in the way these entities acted was a bad sign.

"Understand what? Why are you two acting all mysterious? Just explain it clearly."

Emily was completely confused and extremely annoyed. She understood tea, but when it came to these headache-inducing things, she was too lazy to think about them.

"It means the monsters are no longer targeting people to kill them. Besides, haven’t you noticed that dungeons have been appearing less and less lately? If this continues, the dungeons will really disappear completely."

Emily nodded, but if Mr. Wolf put it this way, didn’t that mean it was a good thing? No dungeons meant no resources, but it also meant there were no hidden threats to humanity.

"Isn’t that a good thing?"

"What part of that is good? Seriously, didn’t you notice that someone is pulling the strings behind all of this? These thirty relatively peaceful years may finally be coming to an end."

Peter said, his eyes becoming much more serious. This time, the problem was not an isolated event but a chain of events that made Peter feel very uneasy.

"There’s no point thinking about it anymore. Just wait for Mark to wake up and get more information from him. I should also head back and prepare for the storm that’s coming."

The disappearance of the dungeons meant the finances of the hunter guilds would run into problems, and the Wolf guild was no exception.

Mr. Wolf had never expected that coming here this time would uncover a problem that his guild would soon have to face on such a massive scale.

Everyone present quickly left to prepare for the worst situation they could imagine. Not everyone was old enough to have taken part in the apocalyptic event thirty years ago, but not a single human in this era dared to forget it.

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On the deepest floor of the Hunter Association headquarters, Nexus and the system bypassed the defensive system and teleported directly to the spiritual herb storage where White was cultivating.

[Tsk tsk, they are both cultivating, but when you compare White and Mark, their benefits are worlds apart.]

Seeing White in the middle of hundreds of spiritual herbs, the system immediately made a comparison. It felt that White was much more worthy of being the number one disciple than Mark.

"What is there to compare? White has worked hard continuously for so many years, so she already has all the experience and knowledge she needs. We keep pushing Mark into difficult situations simply so he won’t waste too much of his time."

Although all the lessons Nexus taught Mark were crazy things, they were more beneficial to Mark’s cultivation path than the twenty years Mark had lived.

White cultivating did not mean she could not sense what was happening around her. Besides, her eyes were not normal either. Even with her eyes closed, she could still see just like an ordinary person.

Seeing Nexus arrive, she did not care at all. She was busy right now and had no time for small talk, and she knew very well that Nexus had not come here just to chat with her out of boredom.

"As expected of humanity’s top talent. At this rate, it definitely won’t take long before you can break through."

Nexus casually praised her. Of course, he was not impressed by White’s cultivation speed because there were plenty of cultivation geniuses on the same level as her in his plane.

[Stupid master, aren’t you going to manage Ziz and make him more obedient? Look at how arrogant and overbearing he is. Does he look anything like your bodyguard?]

Seeing Ziz sitting proudly on his own throne, the system was so jealous that its entire screen turned red. Even though it had already comforted itself by thinking that the price for this was becoming White’s pet, it was still jealous.

Since Ziz started following White, he had not been her pet for very long before White began secluded cultivation. From then until now, Ziz had been living a carefree life while hundreds of people bowed their heads to him day after day.