Semua Bab Hunters: The Prequel: Bab 921 - Bab 930

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.They had hidden like rats before the face of the power of the gods. The hunters, including some of the most popular ones had suddenly disappeared. It was almost as though they had an escape plan in place in case things went south in Zandor and had used their get-out card the moment trouble descended upon the formerly glorious pla

Mane had received four things from the ruler of the 4th Heaven: an integration stone, an amplification stone, the demon god’s robe, and the blade of samsara. Each one of these items was unordinary, and they had different uses, but the most precious of them all was the integration stone. It was so precious that even Cronos had gasped in shock upon seeing it. Mane could not fathom the degree of importance this thing had, and the fact that it had been given so freely made it harder to appreciate this item, but after hearing what it was capable of, he understood just how precious of a gift he had received.An integration stone was not a weapon like the blade of samsara or the demon god’s robe; yet it was more precious thran either one of these or even both of them combined! It was something that was coveted by demons and gods alike, and there were few who could resist the allure to procure this item. Alas, integration stones were almost impossible to find. They weren’t like devil stones t

“Thor Odinson, King of Asgard. One has to admit that it has got a nice ring to it.” Heimdall, master of interstellar transport and the one whose eyes could see through all deceit to ascertain truth, looked up at the being seated uncomfortably on the throne of Asgard with a teasing smile.“What are you doing here and why are you calling me that,” Thor asked, his eyes radiating his discomfort.“Am I to remain as a trapped lamb on the planet I was assigned to? This is more interesting, isn’t it? Seeing the King of Asgard squirming upon the seat which he wields power from.” Heimdall chuckled.It surely was an interesting sight to see the one who had the blood of millions of giants in his hands lose his composure because of a mere title. Well, who could blame him when Thor had hated the concept of king from the very moment he had learned what humility was. When he understood that freedom and kingship were two completely hostile factors, he had forsaken any desire to rule. In fact, he had s

“Ares is dead. Should you not throw the towel at this point? Huh, brother?” Hermes, he whose speed was unrivalled throughout the 2nd Heaven, smiled as he looked at the man before him.Perseus, the man who had abandoned his beliefs and followed a murderer and an usurper, looked calmly at Perseus through the bars of his cell.Unlike what Reus thought, Hermes had not been off world when Ares had struck. Hermes had been part of the gods who failed to accept Ares as king, and the god of war had chosen to make an example of him, displaying his battered body right in from of the palace. Right now, one could say that Hermes was in better condition than he was in before. For while his power was still shackled, Perseus had moved him to an underground prison once Ares’ death was announced.“Why would I do that? He was a dangerous factor. He has now been removed. I will take his place.”“You are really ambitious huh. It seems you had prepared this from the start.” Hermes muttered, his eyes furrow

“Do you think it was fair to kill him without at the very least, giving him something to take with him?” Poseidon asked with his hands crossed.“What do you mean, god of the sea?” Heimdall enquired.“Don’t call me that. I failed to unite the seas of all the heavens. Not only did I fail, I got trapped on this remote planet and would have still been stuck here if not for you. So, I am still just the god of the 2nd Heaven’s seas. I am no universe level god. I am a failure. A trapped failure.”Listening to Poseidon’s words, Heimdall maintained his silence. Uniting the 7 great seas: that had been Poseidon’s lifelong dream. Every origin god had an obsession. Odin’s was his desire and thirst for knowledge; Zeus’ was his unquenchable lust and greed; Ra’s was his search for the ultimate justice, a search that had led him down a path of warped justice. Poseidon’s dream had been to become god of all the seas and reach a fabled realm: the realm of the Universe God. Unfortunately, he had failed.H