nucmednet Chapter 166: God Hunting Island
Chapter 166: God Hunting Island
There is only one small town on the Hunter God Island, which is made up of some gun enthusiasts.
They might be pirates, mafia, or even bounty hunters.
Here, the conflicting parties will use the guns in their hands to resolve the problem.
From the moment you set foot on this island, life and death are no longer guaranteed.
Today, the Hunting God Island is particularly lively, and all the taverns are packed with people.
The incessant gunfire of the past did not appear, this was the tacit understanding of the people on the Hunter God Island.
Simply because today is the annual God Hunting Competition, a competition where gunslingers compete with each other.
"The God Hunting Competition? That's really interesting. I've decided. I want to participate too."
In a tavern, Nedikar said excitedly.
Hearing Dekal's words, everyone in the tavern burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, whose little brat is this? He actually wants to participate in the God Hunting Competition!"
"Tott, don't underestimate anyone. Maybe this kid is this year's gun hunting god? Haha..."
A bearded, ruffian-looking man spoke to the short man who spoke at the beginning.
"You're such an ignorant brat! Just go back and drink your milk!"
Thoth didn't care and his tone remained disdainful.
"Stop looking down on me, we'll see what happens in our God Hunting Competition, you black lentil!"
Descartes said something harsh and ignored the laughter of the crowd.
“Hahahahaha, Black Gun Tote, I think Black Lentil Tote sounds better.”
Someone teased Thoth using the nickname he had given him, which made him feel very ashamed.
"Kid, are you looking for death?"
Thoth pulled out the black flintlock hanging from his waist and pointed it at Dekar's head.
"Those who cause trouble are not qualified to participate in the God Hunting Conference!"
Just when the atmosphere quieted down, the tavern owner who was wiping the wine glass with a handkerchief spoke. His tone was calm, but no one dared to underestimate him.
The Hunting God Conference is organized by twelve bar owners on the Hunting God Island, and no one knows their origins.
Thirty years ago, twelve strange men and women came to the Hunting God Island and turned this island of bows and arrows into an island of guns.
As time passed, twelve taverns appeared on the Hunting God Island, each managed by one of the twelve men.
The price of alcohol here is shockingly high, but no one dares to cause trouble here.
A long time ago, the people who came to the island were also lawless people. They didn't like to buy things with Baileys, they preferred to pay with bullets.
However, they underestimated the guys in the tavern and didn't even know how they died.
After a shot was fired, one of the rioters died, but no one knew who did it.
The tragic death of the deceased was the best warning. As time passed, no one dared to cause trouble in the tavern anymore.
"Kid, you should be glad you're in a bar, otherwise—bang!"
Toth put the gun to his head and imitated a gunshot.
Faced with Thoth's provocation, Descartes gave him a face and turned back to continue chatting with Rorschach and the others.
Toth blushed, but still sat down due to the intimidation of the bar owner.
"Are any of you planning on participating in the God Hunting Competition?"
Dekal asked, looking at the others.
"I want to participate! I've decided that this time I must make my name known as the God of Hunting!"
Jalen Green touched the exquisite sniper rifle in his hand, with a red light flashing in his eyes.
"I plan to participate too, just to experience it."
Hitlon's arms changed, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into the appearance of a hunting god.
Looking at this scene, Jalen Green suddenly felt that the Hunter in his hand was not so precious.
"I want to join in, but I don't know if I can use a bow and arrow."
A bow and arrow made of holy light appeared in Kesha's hand, and she said uncertainly.
"By the way, do you know how the God Hunting Competition works?"
Cohen asked doubtfully.
"Uh, isn't it just a sniper competition?"
Dekker touched his head and said uncertainly.
"You haven't learned anything about it, so you plan to participate?"
Looking at Dekal's expression, Carmen couldn't help but complain.
"You don't think you'll know it then, do you?"
Decar smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that Carmen guessed right. He really wanted to see what happened when the time came.
"Are you curious about how the God Hunting Competition is held?"
Just then, a man with a black ponytail, a bang hanging down from the left side of his head, and wearing a black T-shirt came over.
"Big Brother, can you tell us about the God Hunting Competition?"
Keisha asked, seizing the opportunity.
"Of course, pretty girl."
Seeing Keisha's request, the man felt his heart melt and he naturally agreed.
The man pulled out a chair and sat down, taking a sip of wine and said.
"The God Hunting Competition has a history of about a hundred years. Previously, the restriction was that the use of bows and arrows was mandatory. However, since thirty years ago, there have been no more restrictions on weapons.
You can use a bow and arrow, a gun, or even a slingshot, anyway, any weapon related to shooting will do.
The God Hunting Conference will be held at dusk, and participants need to register in advance, otherwise it will be considered disrupting the competition, and the result will be——"
The man put his hand on his forehead, the meaning was self-evident.
"What are the rules of the game?"
Dekker asked curiously.
The man took another sip of his wine and continued.
“There’s a kind of fish in the nearby waters called the swimming fish. It’s a migratory fish that returns to the Hunting God Island at this time every year.
Fish have a habit of craving the sun. Every evening, they leap out of the sea and charge towards the setting sun.
Having said that, the man suddenly asked Dekar and the others.
"Speaking of which, do you think the competition is all about shooting fish?"
"Isn't it?"
Dekker asked doubtfully.
"Impossible. In the God Hunting Competition, the target must be a 'God', not these swimming fish. I just don't know what this so-called 'God' is."
Cohen shook his head and spoke.
"Smart! The fish are just bait. The 'gods' who come to hunt are our targets!"
The man praised Cohen and continued.
"There's a special kind of eagle on Hunting God Island called the Steel Eagle. They have hard feathers and a strong physique. Ordinary attacks can't even break their fur.
Therefore, long ago, the people of the Hunting God Island worshipped them as gods.
But at some point, people discovered their weakness - their eyes!
If a god has a weakness, he is no longer a god! The first person to kill the Steel Eagle was awarded the title of Hunter God, and this is the origin of the Hunter God Competition.
The steel eagles are very smart. They discovered the threat posed by humans and retreated into the forest.
That is their best refuge, and anyone who enters the forest will be besieged by many steel eagles."
Having said that, the man paused again and took a big gulp of wine.