Creed had returned from planet Varaum-91C only two days ago. Yet, instead of taking a break, he decided to visit the archery training facility - Target 101. Four months ago, he had made a deal with master Hugh that if he could provide any lead in solving his excessive strain problem, then Creed would have to join his facility as an instructor. He was forced into this deal and wasn't quite thrilled by it, but he had to agree to the condition because Master Hugh was the one who recommended him to meet Rolin. Creed never knew how Master Hugh happened to know Rolin, but he knew they had been doing business with each other ever since the time Master Hugh started his Training facility on Zerg.In fact, Rolin was the one who came up with the idea of the Torrent Gauge Chamber. He even sent him the blueprints and architectural design patterns at a marginal cost. Not only that, every bow and arrow that Master Hugh has in his facility was designed or at least modified by the Darthar brothers.Th

Creed could feel the cold gazes on him while he was sitting on one corner of the table. He had already greeted them with a warm smile, yet surprisingly, none of them had yet said a word. They all just kept staring at him as if they wanted to murder him right this second."Come on, guys! That's enough…" Colt was the first one to break the awkward glaring contest, "Stop with those annoyed looks… that's no way to act on a reunion!""Four months of forced inactivity… " Falco hissed as he took a sip, "and nobody has yet told me why we had to bodyguard that god forsaken killing machine… I fucking hate this.""Falco… we have been through this already " Nakiya sighed, "You know those were master's orders… why are you so pissed all of a sudden?""Yeah.. yeah… master's orders! My ears will fall off if you say that one more time." Falco jeered, "The reason I am pissed is because master is just being tyrannical."He continued, "Besides, If something bad happened and she wanted to put a choker on

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Inside the uncharted territory of bhu-lok, 102 km southeast, on the outer region of the public shelter, the grassland of åbűth reflected a scintillating hue across the boundless sky. The wind dashed through over the ground, marinating the surrounding with a chronic ambiance.The grassland stretched as far as eyes could see. Beyond the horizon, several silhouettes of huge hills and mountains stood with pride at the farthest edge of the gleaming sky. This was the edge of the outer boundary of the public shelter. Beyond these boundaries, there were no laws. No matter which direction one goes, the only thing that lies outside these boundaries is always crippling chaos.Past these boundaries, one could either be a hunter or the hunted. That is the only law beyond human-made cocoons to protect themselves from the brutality of outside world the so-called public-shelters. They all knew that beyond these boundaries exist undefined paranoia, terrifying creatures and unexplainable phenomenons.