Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1046 - 750: Gathering Place

The Gold Coin emitted a gentle tremor, gradually intensifying, accompanied by a tremor deep within the soul. Even though nothing was done, a blurred picture unfolded before Roger’s eyes.

Deep underground, burning flames melted the Gold Coin, and a figure sang loudly, exploring something with suppressed cries of pain.

"It’s Tristramy."

Roger recognized the figure of the woman, and he immediately understood something.

"She is using her innate abilities to influence part of my fate, presumably some kind of divination or foresight ability..."

"The question is whether she can trace back and discover the secrets hidden on me."

No, it shouldn’t be that strong.

Roger quickly realized that since the Hunter’s Cabin could directly swallow Tristramy’s Fate Coin, it was, at least in terms of level, far superior to her soul abilities.

However, this ability is most peculiar; even without being offensive, it can have a greater impact.

Then the image shifted, he saw the vibrating large bell and several blurred figures, but by then, the energy within the Gold Coin seemed completely exhausted, returning everything to normal, and those strange visions vanished.

"Does this scene have any meaning?" Roger thought for a moment, guessing that Tristramy might be summoning someone.

If she, an Immortal, personally summons them, their strength, even if weak, should be on par with his.

"If I continue to hide in reality, there should be no significant danger in the short term. However, the strategies of these Immortals are unpredictable; they may have the ability to intervene in reality but might need to pay a price."

Roger remained wary.

Yet, his mental state now was vastly different from when he first arrived in this world.

Even though he could fuse his body now, he wouldn’t leave immediately.

With a development direction completely different from bloodline inheritance, though it seems at last they’ll both lead to rule research, the different starts could result in a fundamental difference.

Most importantly, whether by coincidence or some other reason, Tristramy’s Fate Coin, or rather a part of her Soul Power, being directly swallowed, surprisingly triggered the next stage of the Hunter’s Cabin evolution.

Although not yet at the breakthrough point for ascension, if it could happen again...

He previously faced powers beyond the Fifth Tier of rules but didn’t trigger a similar situation then. It seems the distinction lies in soul abilities.

Of course, Roger needs to analyze and attempt concretely, but since he saw the opportunity for ascension, he certainly wouldn’t let it pass.

Additionally, the remaining two Sword Seals can continue to be perfected, and by completing the High Mountain Trial alongside the Hunter’s Cabin ascension, he should be able to unveil some of his secrets.

"Recover the body, fully restore all power..."

"And build the branch of the training base and practice the two Sword Seals; the next period will be busier."

Of course, besides his own plans, Roger hadn’t forgotten the malice from Tristramy.

This woman would never give up easily.

He lightly picked up the trembling Gold Coin on the table, as the tremor gradually ceased, the Coin vanished in his palm, inexplicably granting Roger a sense of tranquility within his soul.

It seemed that after fusing this Coin, his fate was shrouded in mist, preventing others from easily prying.

"Since acquiring this thing, I really should take the time to study it carefully."

After all, this is the strongest part on an Immortal.

Even if its original power can’t be restored, if he could apply some... ideally combining it with the Gwent Card.

Constructed on the original concept, using the tricolor coin as a framework, crafting a distinctive Gwent Card forged from the power of fate.

By then, using it to pass the time... ah, should be excellent for divination.

Contemplating, Roger also noticed something unusual. The burden on the soul was growing increasingly large; he had to sever that special connection, leveraging the last bit of power to break out from underground.

Crack.

Rolling to land on the ground, with the earth’s power as support, within a short time, Roger had already distanced himself far from Olivia’s manor.

By his estimation, he should now be at least a hundred miles away from the manor, and even if Tristramy and others move fast, they can’t quickly pinpoint his location.

This time gap enables him to comfortably handle upcoming trivial matters.

The issue of identity exposure must be considered; certain individuals naturally need to be arranged.

Looking around, Roger realized he was atop a high mountain, with some unknown red trees growing on the summit.

The trunks were shiny dark silver, seemingly coated with a protective layer, the sunlight scattering bits of light.

The leaves were fiery red, rustling in the breeze, seen from afar with the light and shadows flickering around, as if it was a blazing inferno.

"This is indeed a good place, but where is it?"

Due to studying the Fate Coin, Roger neglected control of direction for a certain period, now he could only estimate a general distance, comprehending specific location wasn’t possible.

This isn’t the information technology-developed modern society, densely populated, where choosing any direction won’t take long to see a city.

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