Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 640 - 558: Gunman and the Dream Corridor

North Georgia Territory, Wusong Town.

The town is neighboring the vast mixed conifer and broadleaf forests to the north, with a relatively small population, but its beauty and rich natural resources, mainly supported by the lumber and fur industries.

The phenomenon of rime usually only forms when the temperature drops below minus 20 degrees, which is nearly unbelievable in the subtropical Georgia Territory. However, in the year the pioneers arrived, this strange spectacle appeared unusually, and the town carved out got its name because of it.

Since then, although this natural wonder has never appeared again, the name has continued.

During the recent large-scale migration, Wusong Town also absorbed many Ilya immigrants, and its size has grown considerably.

Whoosh—

In the dense mountain forest north of town, a buck with brown-red fur was fleeing quickly through the woods.

Figures flickered through the surrounding forest, high-pitched calls occasionally coming through, constantly driving it in a specific direction.

Suddenly.

As it leapt up over a ridge and glanced back.

Bang!

With a gunshot echoing through the forest, the deer fell with blood splattering from its head, and three agile figures clad in deer leather and wielding firearms quickly rushed up.

"Haha, not a scratch on the fur; the boss is the best Kentucky Sharpshooter!"

"Mortals and the Extraordinary really can't be compared."

"Too bad, I know my limits, there's no way I could complete that level of trial; perhaps Little Dick, who inherited the boss's extraordinary gift, might try it in the future."

Rustle...

While they handled the prey, Johnson, carrying two Kentucky Rifles on his back and three Short Firearms on his waist, had already reloaded his rifle and approached them.

Due to the high muzzle velocity and accuracy brought by its small caliber and long barrel, the Kentucky Rifles can have a range of up to 274.3 meters in the hands of skilled shooters, making it a staple for hunters living in the forest.

Behind him, Dick, who had just turned eleven after the New Year, wearing a slightly smaller outfit and holding a rifle, followed up as well.

"Dick, although your shooting skills are quite good even among seasoned hunters, this is your first time entering the forest as a hunter; there's still a lot to learn.

Having followed us here, how do you find the abilities of a Gunman, do you want to learn them?"

With one shot piercing both eyes of the deer without causing any damage to its beautiful fur, Johnson felt somewhat proud in front of his son, thanks to his Extraordinary Profession of Gunman.

The Extraordinary Path of Gunman was developed after the pioneers arrived in the New Continent, becoming a regionally unique profession with a very brief history.

Job requirements (Tier 1): After performing a specific ritual to initiate the trial, carry a dagger and firearm into the forest to live alone for a month. During this period, you must independently kill a prey that is impossible to defeat with cold weapons, usually, this refers to a forest brown bear weighing nearly a ton!

At Tier 1, gain the core abilities of Gun Sense and Vital Insight, which provide the sharp perception to penetrate the enemy's vital spot and deliver a lethal blow.

At Tier 2, you can gain a powerful ability called Accuracy Lock, where the subsequent shot will always be closer to the target's vital point than the previous one, an alternative "Lock Pendant."

In Pavlov Town, the Hunter Leader Ralph, killed by Totem Warriors led by Manguenke, was a formidable Tier 2 Gunman.

It's inconclusive who first assumed this profession, but the official speculation about the corresponding path's Mysterious Source suggests it might be a powerful Natural Spirit proficient in the concept of "shooting."

Upon hearing this, Dick's eyes showed yearning as he looked up and asked:

"Dad, can becoming a Gunman make you as strong as that uncle who saved us that day?"

Recalling the powerful Warriors under Lord's command, Johnson's face turned slightly gray. He wished to forget those scenes filled with corruption sources but didn't want to deceive his son either.

That "unique" strength was at least at Tier 2 Peak, possibly even surpassing Tier 2 wasn't impossible, killing Ghouls was no more exhausting than slaughtering chickens. As far as he knew, the strongest Gunman on the New Continent was only Tier 2, and the upper limit of attack power heavily depended on the firearm at hand.

Although feeling it might harm his dignified image as a father, he could only mouth and squeeze out:

"I guess not..."

Dick's eyes showed indescribable disappointment.

"Oh~"

Which teenager doesn't have a dream of being "number one in the world?"

...

South Shore of Lake Huron.

Two young men, one red-haired and one blonde, wearing gray wizard robes and carrying medicine boxes, walked down the forest path with heavy hearts.

In the mountains beside the road, some anxious vegetation has begun sprouting new buds. As spring approaches, although everything is gradually recovering, it's also the high season for various epidemic diseases.

With backward medical conditions in the New Continent, aside from learning with their teacher, they also served as part-time physicians for small colonial points, pioneer towns, and tribal communities residents. This practice refined their abilities while providing some household subsidy.

Due to the foundation laid by the Master of Potions Leon, the three apprentices were highly respected in the region.

Perhaps feeling the atmosphere was too gloomy, the red-haired youth with a grass stem clamped in his mouth asked his companion: