March Into the Fierce Beast Hunting Union

The next morning, Mike woke up in a daze in an unfamiliar bed.

"Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much?"

He held his slightly swollen head in his hands.

His memory was quite fuzzy as well.

"I seem to remember arriving at a place called the Desert Courier Station, and then I met Mr. Hankov, and then..."

"That's right!"

Mike suddenly seemed to remember something.

He lowered his head and looked at himself.

Mike found that a golden aura had appeared on the surface of his skin.

It looked like the layer of lines that the Blue-Eyed White Dragon created during its attacks.

"How... How did it become like this?"

Mike was puzzled.

Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened.

"Mike, do you feel better now?"

Mike raised his head and looked at Hankov who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Teacher, why did I become like this? What is this thing on my body?"