Game: I'm a Hunter in the Blood Curse World

"Not bad! With a blood pump as big as a bathtub on my back, I'd be invincible!"

Fan En imagined the scene in his mind, then suddenly shook his head, thinking it would be better to put a blood pump box on his right hand as well.

Vann is unlikely to give up on the blood-based item anytime soon; what he said earlier was just a little joke with Leslie.

He had just obtained Master Maria's source blood and gained the powerful amplification of "Blood and Blade," how could he give it up?

However, Leslie's reminder made Van En determined to modify his blood pump box as soon as he finished solving the Lu Ting mystery.

As for specializing in hunting weapons, Vann only had a slight idea. In any case, he couldn't give up the meat saw, so he could practice more with his secondary weapon.

Besides its special significance to him, the most important thing about this weapon is that it's incredibly satisfying to use, unlike the light and airy feel of a hunting rifle or cane.

Van was lost in thought and hadn't even gotten a clear look at the situation when he was once again blocked by Leslie's cane:

"Watch out, something's wrong here!"

Vane turned to look at Leslie's profile and noticed that the old hunter's brows were furrowed and his eyes were scanning the area warily.

What's going on?

Seeing Leslie's expression, Van quickly looked around to see what this space looked like.

At first glance, he had a strong sense of déjà vu:

Rows of armchairs covered in red cloth extend downwards in an arc, resembling the layout of a large opera house.

At the far end, a huge red velvet curtain completely covered the stage, with a blood-red moon woven on it.

The opera house is surrounded by private boxes on the second and third floors, and the pillars next to it are carved with various monsters with animal heads and human bodies.

But the most bizarre thing was that there wasn't a single Blood God heretic in the opera house; it was eerily silent.

However, Van En became wary. He had seen this method and scene before at the ruins of the Dream Lord Radiance.

"Ms. Leslie, be careful, the enemy might manipulate dreams and attack our souls."

The title "teacher" made Leslie tremble. He turned his head and glanced at the slightly immature face on Van En's tall and thin body.

He blinked and said calmly:

"Don't worry, with me here, these blasphemers won't resort to such methods!"

Chen Zhihe and Jiang Si, who were standing nearby, also rushed over. Seeing such a grand scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then became nervous, gripping their weapons tightly with both hands.

They even brought out their most treasured possessions.

Dr. Chen carried a huge syringe on his back, and the liquid inside the dark glass was constantly swaying.

Dr. Chen had already taken an IV tube from the syringe and connected it to the middle of the large scissors in his hand.

puff!

Chen Zhihe moved the large scissors, and a faint green smoke immediately came out, which made Fan En and the others feel refreshed.

"I can enhance some of your abilities, but if you're fighting alone, I'll spew out poison mist to eliminate the enemy."

After explaining, Chen Zhihe stared intently at the large red velvet curtain.

Jiang Si took out a new giant crossbow. The crossbow mechanism alone had six bows, which were pulled together by a rotary mechanism. It looked like a Gatling gun.

Clearly, Jiang Si's trump card is a repeating crossbow, whose firepower looks terrifying.

"I will provide long-range fire support, prioritizing the elimination of threatening targets!"

Leslie glanced at their weapons with some surprise and a hint of doubt in his eyes, but with a formidable enemy at hand, he didn't ask anything despite his strong curiosity.

But seeing how energetic the young people were, Leslie tapped his cane and said loudly:

"You evil scoundrel! I am Leslie William McCallett! Don't cower like a turtle, come out and face the judgment of the eternal god's servant!"

Leslie's resonant voice echoed throughout the opera house like the tolling of bells.

After Leslie's echo faded away.

A strange voice, neither male nor female, neither old nor young, rang out:

"Welcome, Mr. Leslie. It is an honor to have you as part of my audience as this grand performance begins today."

Van En's heart tightened; he thought to himself that it was indeed those crazy guys from the Grimm Theatre Company.

Leslie scoffed twice and said, "What a lousy performance! You're nothing but a bunch of clowns!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap—"

Countless overlapping claps, sometimes chaotic and sometimes orderly, rang out.

Apart from Van and his three companions, there wasn't a single person in the opera house. This strange phenomenon made them look around, trying to find the direction from which the applause was coming.

"Dear audience, this is my applause to welcome you. I hope that in the long performances to come, you will remember the opening of this great play."

That unsettling sound rang out again.

But as his voice rang out, the huge red velvet curtain on the stage was slowly pulled back.

"Look there!"

Leslie's eyes instantly fixed on the very top of the curtain, and she alerted Van and the others.

Fan En looked over and instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

Because it was a series of hands with thick knuckles and long, thin fingers pulling the curtain, numbering over three hundred, making it look like a very long caterpillar moving around.

Fan frowned, inwardly scoffing, "These lunatics, they just love doing this weird stuff!"

But as more and more of the red velvet curtain was pulled back, Van and the others turned their attention to the center of the stage.

A person with an exaggerated appearance stood there with his feet together, smiling and opening his right arm, bowing slightly to Fan En and the others.

The man was wearing a very large brown trench coat, black and white checkered trousers, and pure white leather shoes, with a felt hat with a trimmed brim on his head.

But what's most striking is the pure white cone-shaped mask he wears on his face.

The mask didn't have the kind of paint Vane had seen before; instead, there was a word on each cheek:

Stage, scenery.

Based on his knowledge of the Grimm Theatre Company, Van En guessed the other person's identity:

Stagehand? Set designer?

But the next second, he felt something was very strange:

The people in the Grimm Theatre Company usually only have one identity, so why would one person have two?

Soon, the strange man revealed the answer to him:

The half-body of a 'beast' covered in black fur emerged from his left.

These two "people" share a left arm and left leg; they are conjoined twins.

"roar!"

After the half-beast appeared, it raised its wolf head and roared at Vann and the others.

"Sorry! My brother was born this way; he's saying welcome to witness this great moment."

An unpleasant sound rang out. After explaining, he touched the wolf's head with his right hand and continued:

"I am a stage designer, and my brother is a set designer. Any performance needs people like us."

Before this performance, which has lasted for nearly a century, we must also say to our esteemed audience…

The stagehand's unpleasant voice abruptly stopped, and a deep roar rang out:

"Opening!"