BEAST HUNT
Neto's hand smashed into someone's face, slamming them to the ground with a sickening crunch. Without pausing, he gripped the lifeless looking figure by the skull, using their body like a weapon to knock another student rushing toward him. The impact sent both of them sprawling.
He leapt, landing with a skid across the polished floor, his boots scraping against it as he pivoted sharply. His fist connected with another student's face, the force sending them crashing into a wall. Not stopping, he spun and kicked a girl in the stomach, the air leaving her lungs in a sharp wheeze as she collapsed. Another student tried to flee, but Neto caught them by the hair, yanking them close. His knee drove into their gut with brutal precision, leaving them retching before he tossed them aside like garbage.
The main four who could have put up a fight lay defeated, groaning in pain. With them down, Neto methodically dismantled the remaining students, each attack swift, calculated, and merciless.
"Time's up." The instructor's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "You all did terrible."
Neto stepped over a groaning figure, walking toward a girl trembling on the floor. He crouched, his gaze locking onto hers with chilling intensity. "Your face annoys me," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
She flinched, her eyes widening as fear coursed through her. Neto studied her for a moment longer, his cold expression unchanged. Then, without another word, he stood and walked away. The room was silent, save for the laboured breathing of the battered students.
The girl shivered, her hands gripping the floor tightly. "He looked at me like he was about to kill me," she thought, trembling. "Why? What did I do? Is it my face? Im not even ugly…..."
Nobody understood number 5.
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The voices began their relentless whispers
_ Why didn't you kill them? _
_ So much free flesh. _
_ You didn't even touch the one that annoyed you. _
"Quit talking to me," Neto muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl.
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The next class shifted focus, diving into survival skills for hunters.
How to endure the wild without supplies.
How to identify edible parts of beasts.
How to craft rudimentary tools or armour when necessary.
Each topic scratched the surface of a hunter's training, but the sheer amount of information left most students overwhelmed.
Neto listened in silence, absorbing it all with practised ease.
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Day 2
The morning combat class was gruelling. The instructor, a man as merciless as Neto himself, decided to test the students' base fitness.
"The challenge is simple," he announced with a smirk. "A 20-kilometer run, 1000 push-ups, and 1000 sit-ups. Consecutively."
The class erupted in protests, but the instructor's glare silenced them. Most barely managed the run before collapsing. Many quit halfway, unable to even attempt the other exercises.
Neto, however, completed it all with ease. He moved with mechanical precision, every push-up and sit-up executed flawlessly. While others gasped for air or cursed under their breath, Neto's expression remained calm, almost bored.
The instructor's verdict was cruel. "Since most of you failed, we'll repeat this every day until everyone completes it."
Groans of despair filled the room, but Neto smirked. For him, this was no punishment—just a convenient way to tick off his daily training.
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Later, they dove into beast studies, discussing classifications and weaknesses. Holograms of dire wolves, silver wolves, and dark wolves floated in the air. The instructor explained their unique abilities—some emitted elements - others relied on brute strength.
As always, time ran out before they could cover even a fraction of the material. Still, the students left with a growing sense of the challenges that awaited them.
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Two weeks passed.
Neto adjusted to life surrounded by people, suppressing the urge to act on the voices in his head. The training was intense, but to him, it was a minor inconvenience. His frustration boiled beneath the surface, and the need for real action grew stronger with each passing day.
Finally, during the general meeting, the announcement came.
"Your first beast hunt begins tomorrow. You'll be in groups of three. It's not mandatory, but it's recommended. You'll choose your location and be dropped off there. Full details will be sent to your devices."
Neto's interest piqued at last. A beast hunt? Finally.
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[Obtain a total of 5000 points to pass
Points each rank of beasts give.
Rank one=1 point ,Rank 2 =10,Rank 3= 100, Rank 4 = 1000 ,Rank 5 =10,000
Lasts for 168 hours]
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That night, he studied the maps. The locations varied—stadiums, malls, universities. He chose a rundown college, now a beast-infested ruin.
The next day, after a short flight and a bus ride, they arrived. A weathered sign greeted them:
"WELCOME TO THE UNIVERSITY OF TECHNOLOGY OWERRI."
Overgrown bushes and vines choked the crumbling buildings. The growls and howls of beasts echoed faintly in the distance. Without hesitation, Neto ran ahead, leaving the others behind.
At the second roundabout, he heard snarls from the surrounding structures. Drawing his sword, he slipped on his headphones, letting the music drown out the world.
Then, with the blade gleaming in the faint light, he entered the building—and began the slaughter.