Peltivierre

The balance of the world collapsed when portals opened up to different worlds. Humans were granted systems to hunt the beasts in the Otherworlds. These beasts could give the Hunters their Codes, granting them special abilities and weapons.

In this world, Allen was born with an incurable disease that rendered his throat unable to utter words. He could only produce hissing sounds that made the other Hunters to bully him relentlessly.

He was the freak without a family.

But his world had shifted when he accidentally killed the lost beast and gained its Code. The Code of the Primordial Snake, one of the strongest beasts of the Otherworlds.

Code Collector

"Run!" Elvis grinned as he summoned his weapon. It was a scythe that had a thin blade that encircled two thirds of the pole. His weapon was huge, so it wasn't easy for him to close in one Allen and attack.

What the boy needed to do was make sure that Elvis don't get a chance to get closer to him. It will be the end of the road if the man ever gets a meter too close to him. The scythe will surely cut whatever it could reach if that would happen.

"I didn't know that a lot of Hunters are now capable of detecting us," Elvis said. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Elvis, a pack member of the Blood Moon."

"Haven't heard of them," Allen shrugged. "Must be a group of lonely people who are bored to death."

"The only reason why nobody has heard of our actual name was because we kill the ones who have heard of it," Elvis grinned. "And not it's your turn to die!"

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