Mo Fan walked into the Hunter's Association building with steady steps. The atmosphere inside was busy as usual—hunters coming in from missions, some boasting of their kills, others quietly submitting reports. The air was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and faint magical residue.
He didn't bother with a disguise this time.
After months of operating in the shadows under a different name, he had finally decided to act as himself. He had grown stronger—strong enough to face danger head-on. Today was going to be his first official mission under his true identity: Mo Fan.
He moved to the commission board and began reading through the tasks. Most were routine—eliminating lesser beasts, guarding convoys, patrolling borders—but one in particular caught his eye.
Target: Spirit Wolf spotted near the Black Ridge Forest.
Status: Confirmed threat to nearby livestock.
Reward: 1,000,000 Yuan.
Difficulty: Medium-High (Solo recommended only for experienced hunters).
"A Spirit Wolf, huh?" Mo Fan murmured. "That's a good payout."
He stepped over to the front desk and handed over his documents.
"I'd like to accept the Spirit Wolf commission. Also, I need to register under a new name."
The receptionist looked up. "Name?"
"Mo Fan." He gave her a confident smile. "It's time the records had my real one."
After confirming his identity and registering a new hunter ID, Mo Fan received the mission details and location coordinates. Within minutes, he left the association and hailed a taxi.
As the cab neared the city gates, Mo Fan stared silently out the window. The towering walls of the city loomed ahead. Beyond them stretched the vast and untamed wilderness—a different world altogether.
At the gate, guards checked his documents, license, and gear. After a few questions and warnings, they finally waved him through.
And then—he stepped out of the city.
The difference was immediate. The air was colder. The sky seemed wider. The land, though green and beautiful, held an underlying sense of danger.
Mo Fan stood still for a moment, taking it all in.
This is my first time outside the city walls... he thought. No rules. No safety. Just me and the wild.
A knot of nervousness tightened in his stomach. One mistake out here can cost me my life. I need to stay sharp.
He took a deep breath and began his journey toward the Black Ridge Forest.
The forest grew denser as he moved forward. Trees with thick trunks and heavy foliage blocked much of the sunlight, casting deep shadows along the ground. Mo Fan moved carefully, every sense alert.
Using knowledge he'd gained during his previous hunting experiences, he began to look for signs—disturbed leaves, claw marks on trees, droppings, broken twigs. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for: a faint trail of paw prints and dried blood, leading deeper into the woods.
He followed the trail cautiously. Eventually, it led to a rocky hill covered with moss and shrubs. Nestled beneath it was a cave—dark, wide, and ominous.
Mo Fan crouched and observed from a distance, hiding behind a bush. He waited for any sound or movement, but the cave remained silent.
Is it not here? he wondered. After watching for several minutes and seeing nothing, he decided to investigate.
With cautious steps, he entered the cave, the cold air inside brushing against his skin. The cave was damp and empty—no signs of the Spirit Wolf.
It's probably out hunting. I shouldn't risk staying in here too long. He studied the cave's structure, memorized its layout, then silently slipped out.
He found a good hiding spot nearby and sat down, keeping his gaze fixed on the cave entrance.
Two hours passed. The forest remained quiet except for the occasional chirping of birds and rustling of leaves.
Then—movement.
Mo Fan's eyes sharpened.
A large, furred creature emerged from the trees, its form sleek and muscular. In its jaws hung a freshly killed sheep. Blood dripped from the animal's limp body as the Spirit Wolf padded toward the cave.
Mo Fan's heart pounded. Now's the time. While it's eating, it'll be relaxed and vulnerable.
He waited until the wolf had settled inside the cave with its kill. Then he activated his Magic Boots, a powerful movement tool that granted him brief bursts of high-speed dashes. In a blink, he was inside the cave.
The Spirit Wolf lifted its head in surprise—but it was too late.
"Lightning Strike!" Mo Fan shouted, and a bolt of electricity exploded from his hand, striking the wolf squarely in the chest. The beast let out a snarl of pain, its muscles locking up from the shock.
Mo Fan wasted no time.
"Fire Burst! Fire Burst! Fire Burst!"
Each spell roared from his fingers in a stream of bright flames, crashing into the Spirit Wolf and pushing it back.
It growled fiercely, smoke rising from its burned fur. Despite the attack, it began to recover.
Time to go! Mo Fan thought.
He activated his boots again, moving to the other side of the cave just as the wolf pounced.
"Lightning Strike!"
Another bolt hit the beast, halting it mid-air. Mo Fan raised both hands.
"Level 2 Fire Burst!"
A massive flame erupted, engulfing the creature. The heat scorched the walls of the cave. The wolf howled, staggering backward.
Still alive. Still fighting.
"Fire Burst! Fire Burst! Fire Burst!"
Mo Fan's eyes were sharp, his breathing controlled. With each spell, he wore the creature down, attacking its legs, its side, its exposed wounds.
Finally, the beast collapsed with a final snarl. Smoke rose from its charred body.
Silence filled the cave.
Mo Fan lowered his hands, panting lightly. "That... was intense."
He stepped closer and stared at the lifeless body of the Spirit Wolf. For a moment, he just stood there, catching his breath and listening to the crackle of burned fur.
He had done it.
His first official solo mission, outside the city walls, under his true name.
And he had won.