Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang was surprised that he got access to Initial General Stage beasts. Why would the Hunting Guild give him access to such strong beasts? Shang knew that he couldn't kill a General Stage beast under normal circumstances. After all, in his battle against the Vanishing Snake, Shang had had several advantages.

It had basically been a unique opportunity.

If Shang had fought a normal General Stage Vanishing Snake, he would have definitely lost. After all, the Vanishing Snake hadn't even attacked Shang with its tail for the first half of the fight, and its attention also hadn't been fully on Shang.

Shang was confident in his power, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew that he had no chance against a General Stage beast.

At least, for now.

With a more powerful weapon, Shang could imagine fighting a General Stage beast.

Shang looked around and noticed that the receptionist was busy doing something else.

So, Shang's eyes wandered to the hunter sitting beside him.

It was a man in his twenties, wearing armor made of brown leather. The leather reminded Shang of the Wasteland.

"Excuse me," Shang said to the hunter.

The hunter looked at Shang with a curious expression. "Yes?" he asked.

Shang pointed at the words on his stack of papers. "Do you think the Hunting Guild made a mistake? I don't think I'm powerful enough to kill General Stage beasts."

The hunter frowned and motioned for Shang to give him the stack of papers.

Shang gave it to him. After all, these missions were public, and everyone basically shared the missions. Shang doubted that he was the only one that had access to over 50 missions.

The hunter looked with furrowed brows at the title of the stack of papers and quickly skimmed through the contents.

"Have you killed a General Stage beast once before?" he asked.

"Yes, but I was lucky, and I had help," Shang said.

Plop!

The hunter threw the stack of papers back to Shang. "Then that's fine. No one is hunting alone anyways. If you killed one, you killed one."

Shang looked with a complex expression at the hunter's nonchalant attitude.

How did the Hunting Guild even know that he had killed a General Stage beast?

At that moment, the image of teacher Niria shot through Shang's mind.

Was it her?

'Anyway, everything seems to be in order,' Shang thought as he looked at the stack of papers.

missions anyway. After all, he was

he was a bit

opened the stacks of paper, and the very first page already showed Shang

Vanishing Snakes

"Reward: 800 gold."

"Corpse: Forfeit."

confusion at

looked at the hunter beside him again. "What does corpse forfeit mean?" he

looking away from

said as he looked back

800 gold.

would be enough for

deep breath and went to the next

to look for

clues of the

"Reward: 500 gold."

Does that

at the hunter beside him but decided against

wouldn't accept that mission

to

adult Swamp Millipedes and

"Reward: 400 gold."

moment, Shang considered accepting the

an adult Swamp Millipede be? It couldn't be as dangerous as an

Shang remembered two

all, the Soldier Stage Swamp Millipedes were only in the Mid Soldier Stage, while Vanishing Snakes were at the Late or Peak Soldier Stage.

it was easy to find them from quite a

in the end, Shang decided against

put the first stack of papers away. Obviously, these missions

the other stack of papers, and he quickly found more manageable

Killing Vanishing Snakes.

Killing Swamp Millipedes.

Killing Pest Cats.

missions for killing other beasts. Most of them were completely unknown

also found some particular missions that

only wanted Shang to document the whereabouts of certain

area and

wanted Shang to get some

most missions were still about killing

several minutes, Shang was done with looking through the stack of

one is worth 80 gold,' Shang thought with a

to over 24 hours of hunting in dangerous territory. Additionally, I have killed a lot of Vanishing

Vanishing Snakes might decide against attacking me. I'm not sure if my suspicions are correct, but I feel like there have been fewer Vanishing Snakes attacking me the last time

their instincts tell

my suspicions are correct, it might actually take me three days to