Demon Hunter and His Hut

"It's him!"

Roger was startled, but after what happened last night, he quickly calmed down, then put on a sleepy look and got out of bed to open the door.

The door was ajar, and Roger rubbed his eyes. He had a sleepy look on his face, but his eyes were squinting at the man across from him.

"The weather changed a bit last night and I'm guessing there may be a storm recently."

The man opposite said slowly, as if he was testing something.

"night?"

Roger murmured casually, but there was no flaw in the expression on his face, "Don't worry, sir, I have repaired the wooden house, and there should be no problem."

Roger blocked the door with his body and replied.

The man nodded, and didn't seem to intend to delve into it, "Pay more attention."

He ripped off a broken net from his shoulder. "You can't always eat dry food. You can try your luck nearby and see if you can catch fish."

Hearing this, Roger was shocked. He suddenly realized that although he got away with luck last night, the footprints left on the beach after landing were very clear. If you want to check...

"how?"

Although he tried his best to cover it up, Roger's expression still showed some abnormalities and was discovered by the man opposite.

"Oh, nothing, I just never did such a thing..." Roger pretended to be gloomy.

The expression on the man's face moved slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of unbearable flash in his eyes. From his perspective, the thin and thin boy opposite could only be regarded as a half-old child.

Maybe you are overthinking yourself.

"You can ask me if you don't understand, if you have time..."

"I may be able to guide you."

The man left this sentence. Before leaving, he hesitated for a while, but still said, "You don't need to call me Mr., you can call me Kant."

Roger watched the man named Kant leave. Although he knew the man's name, the relationship between the two parties seemed to become more harmonious.

But instead of feeling relaxed, he felt heavy inside, because what he saw last night really subverted his past worldview.

"There are really monsters in this world."

"Perhaps there are also extraordinary powers."

Not caring about what to eat, he put on his clothes and ran to the beach at the fastest speed.

But after coming to the beach, Roger found that the rising tide last night had even cleaned up the traces on the shore. When approaching the island, the traces became less obvious.

"Did he find out?"

Roger couldn't figure it out either.

"Let's take a step by step. The most important thing in front of us is to improve our own strength. When we have the power to protect ourselves, we will have time to consider other things."

He was shocked by the killing intent that suddenly broke out last night. In any case, this man saved him, but when he was facing possible danger at that time, he would choose to confront him without hesitation.

Judging from Roger's past personality, this is really an incredible thing, "Could it be that the original owner of this body was an extreme guy?"

Shaking his head, he drove the messy thoughts out of his mind. Now that he was at the seaside, he tried to go into the water to fish.

The result goes without saying.

Got nothing.

Leaving from the beach, Roger began to explore the entire island again. All the herbs he collected for the first time have been used. If he wants to exercise, he can only redeploy.

After most of the morning, the hungry Roger returned to the cabin. This time his luck was not so good, and the harvest was very limited.

After a simple lunch, he took a short break and then tried to exercise on his own.

Pain, tingling, and the huge physical reaction made him feel uneasy, not to mention maintaining the rhythm of breathing,

Even the movements are terribly deformed.

After two hours of hard work, apart from mental exhaustion and physical aches, Roger felt that he had achieved little.

But he wasn't about to give up entirely.

The improvement after taking the concentration potion is indeed huge, but he does not want to ignore the usual accumulation and exercise. If he can complete this set of training in a normal state, the improvement of his own will is also huge.

After a little rest, Roger dragged his tired body and continued to search.

He didn't return to the hut until it was getting dark. The island was not very large, and there were not many areas he could explore.

This whole day, he almost swept the island in a carpet-like manner, and barely managed to get a potion material.

Although there were bound to be omissions in the process, it also made Roger a little worried. The rest of the ingredients were fine, except for one of the plants called Ironwood vine.

This is a companion plant that is attached to the root system of a lush growing plant. Only after it has grown to a certain extent, will it affect the accompanying plant and then be discovered by its characteristics.

After gathering the herbs again, Roger started his own brewing again. With the first experience, the configuration process was faster this time.

After obtaining the concentration potion, he did not take it immediately. The night was coming. After last night, he was a little worried. In order to avoid accidents, he decided to stay for another day.

If Kant didn't show up again tonight, it meant that he might have temporarily dispelled his doubts.

Putting the axe in his arms, Roger kept his eyes half closed until dawn, but nothing happened except the sound of intermittent waves.

For the next few days, life went into monotonous repetition, and Roger took two more concentration potions in the process.

After two upgrades, his physical fitness has increased significantly. Although he still looks thin and thin, under the skin and in the fascia, his slightly thin body contains strong power.

Although it is slightly inferior to a strong guy like Kant, it is much stronger than an ordinary person who does not exercise.

The collection of herbs became more and more difficult, and taking advantage of one of the opportunities to take the medicine of concentration, he also wrote down the basic fighting skills in the book.

When he is alone, he will secretly exercise, except for eating, resting and looking for herbs, he spends the rest of his time on it.

After several attempts, Roger also had some experience. He could use a fishing net to catch some fish. With the intake of protein, his shriveled body turned out to be slightly fuller.

In this way, before I knew it, a week had passed, and it had been 10 days since Rogerden Island.

During this period, Kant never came here once, and Roger was naturally at leisure, and it was even more impossible to take the initiative to find him.

After dinner that day, Roger closed the doors and windows and climbed into bed early. Outside the window, the sea breeze was howling, and a faint electric glow could be seen in the thick clouds.

"The storm is coming again."

Crackling!

A gust of wind and rain roared.

Roger huddled under the quilt, feeling like a boat floating in the water, reminding him of his first day in this world.

It's just that the rain today is heavier and the wind is stronger!

Rumble, thunder and lightning.

But at this moment, a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and Roger's eyes swept past the window.

Lightning illuminated the window like day, but in an instant, he saw a hideous face appear outside the house!