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There was a time when humans abused too much of the world. A time when Nature decided to turn against them. A time when the sentence for their sins and crimes finally came. 

It was called the Great Curse. Some would say that it was a blessing since it gave humans the mysterious energy called Mana, which made them capable of using magic. 

However, most saw it just as the name said: a Curse. 

The mana invading the world brought consequences way greater than magic. Soon, beasts called Ancients began to appear, and that's when humanity's future would change forever. Those beasts were born to annihilate humans, after all. 

Nonetheless, humans are selfish and stubborn beings. They would defy the Gods, Nature, or any supernatural being that opposed them. No matter the curse, no matter the blessing. 

That's when the Beast Hunters were born and the eternal war for the survival and supremacy of humanity began. 

Little did they know that their reaction would be the start of a tale, the tale of the Legendary Beast Hunter, the Apostle of Wrath; the man of crimson eyes and hair. A human whose hatred would break the earth apart... 

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That is my first book for this account, so thank you very much for reading this. It may have many plot holes and mistakes, so I am sorry may any of these appear. 

As you might notice while you read the first dozens of chapters, my English is not perfect, maybe worse than average since it is not my native language. 

If you see any grammatical mistakes, please scold me so I can get better and better for the next chapters and books coming ahead xD

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I do not own this cover, though I made some changes. If you are the artist, kindly send a message and I will take it off right away and apologize.

The legendary beast hunter

Ares heard a loud sound echo across the corridors for the third time in a roll. He was unsure whether the source of the sound was his comrades' actions or the lizardmen's.

'I have a bad omen about it... I have been sensing the floor trembling, sometimes it is more intense, and in others, it gets a bit calmer. There is something huge walking inside this place, and I bet none of my teammates had enough weight to produce such sounds and tremors.'

Around Ares, there were piles and piles of lizardmen, all of them brutally killed. The redheaded boy couldn't help but faintly smile at that sight. His hands were still tingling with the feeling of crushing the bones of those ominous beings.

Anyone who looked at his eyes at that moment would see a dangerous gleam. A mix of murder intent with anger. These feelings were suppressed, not showing clearly on the surface as he had just satiated his bloodthirst.

Redheaded demon