In the small town, in Duke Morton's room, the raven Rock was watching Vil, who was parasitizing Duke Morton's body. His blood-red eyes kept shifting, as if deep in thought.

Vil stood by the window, drawing the curtains aside to let the cold moonlight fall upon him. He hummed a tune, shaking his head as though there were a band playing music around him.

Suddenly, Vil stopped shaking, took a bottle of red liquid from the table, and placed it there. He turned to look at the raven Rock and spoke slowly, "After dawn, you can take this bottle of potion to Reve. It's something we agreed on."

The raven Rock nodded, then, with some confusion, asked, "Lord Vil, what is this potion for? Reve is truly useless. He couldn't even handle a Silver-level Hunter like Ed. Otherwise..."

The raven Rock's voice trailed off when it saw the cold, icy gaze of Vil fixed on it.

Vil coldly replied, "Do you know? I am the planner and conductor of this performance. My orders need no questioning from you."

The raven Rock instinctively curled its wings. It seemed to have realized something and quickly said, "I'm sorry, Lord Vil. I just wanted the performance to be better, to make it even more spectacular!"

At these words, Vil's gaze softened, and he seemed somewhat pleased and excited. After a moment, he decided to answer the raven Rock's question.

Vil slowly spoke, "This is a potion that will allow Reve to break through from Silver-level high-tier Hunter to Gold-level low-tier Hunter. It's the reward I offered him earlier."

The raven Rock nodded. Improving Reve's strength, even if he was still useless, was a good thing. It would make their plan even more foolproof.

Soon, the cold moonlight faded, and as the first rays of sunlight appeared, the raven Rock flew off into the sky, carrying the potion in its beak.

Below, Finniel Morton and her group were ready to depart.

Dorey City's City Lord, Gavin, stood at the front of the group. Beside him were his son Andrew, Arya, and Karot.

Gavin looked at his son Andrew, occasionally glancing back at the luxurious carriage where Finniel was sitting. He furrowed his brow.

Gavin slapped Andrew on the shoulder and said sternly, "You little brat, behave yourself. Stop dreaming—Miss Finniel is not someone you can have."

"You better not make Miss Finniel dislike you, or I'll break your legs myself!"

Andrew glanced at Gavin with some dissatisfaction, muttering, "Yeah, I got it."

Beside Andrew, Karot, who had overheard their conversation, couldn't help but smile slightly, his gaze filled with a touch of disdain as he watched the downcast Andrew.

In his eyes, Gavin was right. A woman as perfect as Finniel Morton deserved someone like him—a genius, the legendary prophesied child. Only he could truly be worthy of her!

With that thought in mind, Karot turned to Arya and quietly asked, "Master, how long will Miss Finniel stay in Dorey City?"

"You went out with her this morning. Did she say anything about me?"

Arya looked at Karot's hopeful expression and shook her head, replying, "No. As for how long Finniel will stay, I'm not sure."

"Alright, it's time to get moving."

Karot, hearing Arya's response, felt a little disappointed and sighed.

Just then, Duke Morton rode up on a warhorse, slowly approaching Karot and Arya.

The moment Karot saw him, his mood brightened. He quickly controlled his horse and rode closer to Duke Morton, greeting him warmly, "Honorable Duke, I hope you rested well yesterday."

Duke Morton smiled and nodded. "Yes, I did. By the way, Karot, I heard you went to Holy City to confirm whether you are the legendary prophesied child. How did that go?"

Karot straightened up, his confidence shining through as he replied, "Although they couldn't confirm it in Holy City, I'm confident that I am the prophesied child from another world!"

Duke Morton smiled, watching Karot desperately try to impress him, finding it rather amusing.

What a pitiful guy, he thought. He had no idea that something truly terrible awaited him once they reached Dorey City.

The prophesied child?

The rumors about the prophesied child were nothing but a false hope. Laughable and pitiful people, faced with a bleak future, had invented the idea of a prophesied child, hoping for an impossible savior to rescue this slowly dying world.

With this thought, Duke Morton glanced up at the sun, and a faint expression of disgust briefly crossed his face.

He then turned his gaze toward Arya and slowly spoke, "President Arya, you're quite lucky to have found such an excellent disciple in Karot."

Arya slightly furrowed her brow and replied, "Hmm, it's about time. We should be on our way."

The group began to head toward Dorey City.

The road, which had been repaired, was exceptionally smooth. Inside the luxurious carriage, Finniel Morton barely felt any bumps. She couldn't help but pull back the curtain of the carriage, wanting to say something.

Gavin, the City Lord of Dorey City, who had been watching the luxurious carriage, saw this and immediately steered his warhorse closer. He cautiously asked, "Miss Finniel, is everything alright?"

Finniel shook her head, a hint of admiration in her gaze. She complimented Gavin, saying, "Lord Gavin, during my journey from Holy City to Dorey City, it's rare to see roads as well-maintained as those in Dorey City. I must say, Dorey City has really done well in this regard."

"With such wide and smooth roads, both the town and nearby villages can reach Dorey City quickly. When needed, Hunters and soldiers in Dorey City can also reach monster sites swiftly."

Gavin's face immediately lit up with a smile. Everything he had done was for the purpose of impressing Finniel Morton, wasn't it?

Then he could use Finniel Morton to win over the people of the Morton Family, gaining their support. That would allow him to be transferred from the remote Dorey City to a place closer to Holy City and bigger in size.

That way, he could find ways to earn more gold, curry favor with more people, and secure a greater future.

Gavin thought for a moment and replied, "As expected of someone from the Morton Family. Miss Finniel, you immediately understood the importance of road construction. Everything I've done is for the residents of Dorey City, so they can live more safely and happily."

Their conversation was not quiet, and the sound reached Duke Morton's ears, who was riding a warhorse nearby. A sneer appeared on his face.

The naive Miss Finniel Morton didn't even realize that the road they were on could only last for a short time.

Naturally, she didn't know how much time had been wasted to construct this nearly meaningless road, to the point where it was already affecting crop growth.

People were so ignorant and hypocritical.

Duke Morton scanned the area and spotted Karot and Arya. His thoughts about humans grew even more critical.

He thought, "Arrogance and stubbornness. One who arrogantly believes he is the false prophesied child, and another who stubbornly, at all costs, tries to resurrect a dead person."

But to be fair, if it weren't for these traits, he probably wouldn't have been able to make the performance so entertaining.

Duke Morton looked down at the winding road beneath them, unable to resist swaying slightly as he hummed a tune.

Inside the Moon Eclipse Demon Hunter Association, in Reve's villa, his expression was exceptionally grim. Even though the potion that could increase his strength, allowing him to break through from Silver level high-tier Hunter to Gold level low-tier Hunter, was sitting right in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to feel any joy.

That damn Ed—he had been toying with him all along!

Damn bastard!

Reve took a shuddering breath, his mind trapped in a loop of humiliation—Ed's mocking face during their last encounter burned behind his eyelids. Even now, he still felt that if it hadn't been for Ed's good luck, he would have surely died under his fists.

He never imagined everything had been a facade created by Ed.

Aside from hate and anger, a trace of admiration also flickered in Reve's heart. Even he couldn't have pulled off what Ed had done!

Reve pushed down the emotions churning inside him. He picked up the potion in front of him and, glancing at the raven Rock standing by the window, said quietly, "Go back and tell Vil that I will become a Gold level low-tier Hunter before Finniel arrives. Dorey City's fate will unfold exactly as he planned."

The raven Rock nodded, then quickly left Reve's villa.

The entire villa was now empty, as everyone else had been sent away.

Reve looked down at the potion in his hand. Without any hesitation, he drank it in one go.

Soon, an indescribable energy began to flow through his body, and his strength rapidly began to approach that of a Gold level low-tier Hunter.

Three hours later, Reve, now a Gold level low-tier Hunter, clenched his fist tightly, feeling the power surging inside him.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and muttered quietly, "Prepare to welcome death."

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