Author: Dentis

Ryan walked into a square and looked at the surrounding buildings.

In front of him is the ancient Greek-style temple located in the center of the square. The Doric beams and columns are simple and plain, but the thousands of colorful murals and sculptures decorated on the facade highlight its magnificence.

The ancient Greek god Hermes stands in front of an altar. The altar is solemn and solemn. Beside the altar made of artificial deep blue water, students from the academic department can faintly be seen washing their hands.

During the ancient Greek period, as the inventor of all useful arts, Hermes was universally respected and was seen as communicating with the Egyptian moon god. Later, he was slowly deified as the "three greatest Hermes"

, so that his name eventually evolved directly into "Alchemy".

This is enough to show what kind of status Hermes has in the academic department of the Alchemy Temple.

Washing your hands under the altar of Hermes is a ritual inherited from the Alchemist Association.

Every student who leaves the temple after conducting alchemy and chemistry experiments must wash his hands at the altar to respect the teachings of Hermes.

Ryan gripped the long knife tightly.

He withdrew his gaze and strolled in the square, taking his time.

"You have been silent since you left him."

"Even if the magic powered locomotive is parked nearby, you won't even take a glance at it."

"Why?"

Rebecca suddenly tilted her head.

The girl turned her head slightly, and on her delicate side face, her pretty eyebrows were slightly raised.

"nothing."

Ryan came back to his senses, looked sideways at Rebecca, and looked at the pair of bright, intoxicating wine-red eyes in front of him.

"I just suddenly felt a little overwhelmed by the wonderful world."

"Wonderful?"

Rebecca repeated the word in a low voice and narrowed her eyes meaningfully.

Yes, wonderful.

This world is like a melting pot, where all magical, weird, and weird things are mixed together, like an island floating in the Pacific Ocean.

Underneath the seemingly solid land is an abyss that may be as deep as 10,000 meters.

It's scary and hopeless.

As for Ryan, the most unexpected news he learned today was that someone had already come to this world before him.

Worthy of being a time traveler.

The legendary story of the world's strongest demon hunter is truly bizarre.

"For a madman, it's certainly exciting."

Rebecca spoke calmly.

After a moment of silence, Ryan did not choose to go deeper on this topic. He looked at Rebecca's gray-black hair that looked soft and warm in the sun.

"I suddenly thought of something and I'm very curious. I wonder if Miss Rebecca can explain it to me."

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"As for whether we can explain it, let's analyze the specific issues in detail." Rebecca said straightforwardly. She walked briskly and glanced at Ryan suspiciously.

"Your measurements——"

Ryan blurted out calmly.

"79,53,85."

"Generally normal, partially plump." Rebecca responded quickly.

Ryan wrote down the numbers in awe.

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"Observation Post No. 1, no target found."

The agent of the demon hunting agency was sitting on a bench by the roadside with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Just like all the office workers you can see in this country, give yourself a time to enjoy the refreshing night breeze and taste the fragrance of coffee.

But it is a pity that the words from his mouth prove that he does not have any leisure time now.

Hidden under the black windbreaker were two Glock pistols, and the magazines were filled with exorcism bullets made from [Consecrated Base Material].

"."

He took a sip of coffee and didn't look too nervous.

Tonight's target is not very powerful, but in order to organize the "retirement ceremony" of this big shot, the elites of the [Demon Hunting Agency] still mobilized a team of dozens of people.

Moreover, a [Monster] operator was also brought.

Target: Blake Jean.

At the Olympic Games, he once broke the 100-meter flying record set by a Jamaican in Olympic history with a speed of 9.03 seconds.

And it raised the recorded altitude by a large amount, which was enough to make it beyond the reach of successors. While eating the exhaust emissions, I kept cursing this "jet" that flew close to the ground.

It's just a pity that shortly after he won the gold medal, Blake Jean was injured in a deliberate traffic accident on a summer night a year ago.

The injury was not serious.

It just happened that both lower limbs were paralyzed.

From the phoenix on the branch to the cripple sitting in the wheelchair, people can't help but sigh that things are unpredictable and the world's sports world is really deep.

But the most surprising thing is yet to come.

After a year of training, Blake Jean miraculously stood up. Just half a month ago, high-definition cameras even captured him running on the streets of New York.

However, this time when he ran wildly, in addition to the speed that shocked the world's sports world, he also had

More than ten people died.

He is like an evil beast pouncing on prey, or like the god of death wielding a scythe, harvesting the lives of his prey.

When you are tired from running, you always need to eat.

What to eat?

Cannibalism.

Soon, the horrific scenes of death on the streets of New York, as if dozens of corpses had been eaten by wild beasts, attracted the attention of the [Demon Hunting Agency].

Certified by the Demon Hunting Agency.

Codenamed "Runner," Blake Jean is a dangerous demon.

The bewitching demonic sound has invaded his mind, turning him into a demon who only eats people when he can't run.

But fortunately, considering that the current situation of "Runner" is extremely unstable, it can still be seen from the surveillance screen that he still has human characteristics and has not completely turned into a "monster".

With the proper handling of the logistics department and the excellent temporary operators, capturing Blake should be easy.

It's just a little troublesome.

After all, they still have to evacuate the people on the "runway", which is a big project.

"Pfft!"

The runner's body was crushed alive.

His body was covered with blood, and his impressive speed had no chance to be used, because the monster that was dealing with it was faster than him!

"This is your weekend internship assignment."

"Codename Runner, Black Jean."

Ryan held the assignment book in his hand, took out a pen from his pocket, and drew a cross on Blake's dark face, with only his big white teeth visible.

He was totally unwilling to be lonely.

After returning to the dormitory from Professor Heisenberg yesterday, for some reason, he felt very itchy and eager to fight.

Minister Victor’s so-called relaxation

Wouldn't it be more relaxing to crush the devil in your hands?

After sending the "I'm free" signal to the demon hunting agency, Lane received a special "trainee mission" from Minister Victor.

"Has anyone ever said that you are more like a devil than a real devil?"

The operator of the Logistics Department took the mission letter from Ryan.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Ryan smiled nonchalantly and left the aftermath to the operators of the logistics department, who did an excellent job.

Stepping into the black luxury car, the operator in the driver's seat stepped on the accelerator and drove Ryan Winster speeding on the road.

The driver is very efficient.

Because of the lunatic beside him, he took on three trainee tasks from the demon hunting agency in one go today. It was the second one just now, and there is still the last one that needs to be completed urgently.
Chapter completed!