Hunter: I'm Really Not a Nen Exorcist - Chapter 10

Late at night.

Monica woke up, finding herself lying on a single bed.

She sat up, looking bewildered.

Everything that had happened tonight flashed through her mind like a slide show. The unprovoked attack on her and her companions by the murderous maniac, the desperate escape through the woods, the dawn in the distance, and finally…

That calm and composed young man and the gruesome corpse.

With those images flashing back and forth in her mind, fear subtly emerged, casting shadows over Monica’s heart.

Even if she escaped death this time—

The looming shadows would likely remain, haunting her like ghosts, accompanying her for the rest of her life.

The room was very quiet.

Not far from the bed, there was a wall lamp hanging on the wall, filling the room with a soft yellow glow.

In the silent atmosphere, Monica slowly pulled herself out of this emotional state and then tried to calm herself down.

At this moment, perhaps she should feel sorrow or anger, but the predominant emotion was relief from the escape of a life-threatening situation.

“Where is this…”

After calming down, Monica began to take in her surroundings.

It was a room of about 20 square meters, furnished with essentials like a wardrobe and a desk. Other than that, there wasn’t any particularly notable decoration.

The first impression of the room was neat and tidy.

What caught Monica’s eye was the bookshelf next to the desk by the window.

The shelf was filled with books, and it seemed that the room’s owner had even meticulously categorized them, arranging them by the color of their covers.

The unified and orderly colors looked pleasing, much like a solved Rubik’s cube.

Monica stared at the bookshelf.

This must be the young man’s room.

“I… huh?”

Monica suddenly noticed something and held her arm in front of her eyes.

Her arm, which had been covered in scratches, was now properly treated and bandaged.

It was obviously the work of the young man.

Monica was speechless.

To think that she had fainted from being so frightened by her savior, she felt a bit ashamed.

“Creak—”

The wooden door was suddenly pushed open.

Moyu walked into the room, instantly noticing Monica sitting up.

“Awake, I see.”

“Thank you for saving me…”

Monica looked towards Moyu as she spoke, her voice hoarse and her face full of gratitude.

Had it not been for the young man before her, she would surely have met the same fate as her companions, perishing at the hands of that demon.

“You don’t have to thank me. After all, it’s thanks to you that I managed to obtain something important.”

Moyu moved to the chair in front of the desk and slowly sat down.

Obtain… something important?

Monica blinked in confusion, not understanding what Moyu meant.

Moyu didn’t seem to care about Monica’s reaction and didn’t bother explaining. Casually, he pulled out an expensive-looking phone from his pocket.

Of course, it wasn’t his phone. He had taken it from Monica’s pocket when she was unconscious.

“Your phone.”

Carefully, Moyu tossed the phone towards Monica, who instinctively caught it.

Seeing that she caught the phone, Moyu continued, “After you fainted, I took the liberty to use your phone. You don’t mind, do you?”

“How could I? I… I definitely don’t mind…”

Monica gripped the phone tightly, nervously conveying her attitude about Moyu “borrowing” her phone.

Then, she naturally assumed that this old temple built on the mountain might not have modern communication facilities, so the young man might have taken her phone to call for help or perhaps the police.

But in reality, while Moyu didn’t have a cellphone, there was a landline installed in the temple.

Moyu took Monica’s phone partly to check the identity of the man outside and partly to see if Monica had called the police.

Monica, unaware of this, looked at the young man lounging in the chair and whispered, “You… um, I don’t even know your name.”

“Moyu.”

Upon hearing this, Moyu casually stated his name and then calmly continued:

“It’s been about five hours since you called the police. I’m not sure how much longer they’ll take to get here, but it should be soon. Just stay here and wait for them.”

“Huh?”

Monica was a bit stunned.

Seeing Monica’s reaction, Moyu explained, “I looked through your call logs and saw that you had called the police.”

“Oh, I see.”

Realization dawned on Monica.

She quickly realized the potential trouble the body outside might cause for Moyu. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she made her stance clear:

“You might be implicated because of the body outside. If necessary, I’ll testify that you saved me and had nothing to do with the murder.”

When the police arrive, I’ll vouch for you as a witness. I won’t let you get involved in any trouble,” Monica declared, her demeanor now showing a strength and clarity contrasting her earlier disarray.

Moyu glanced at Monica in slight surprise and shook his head, “That won’t be necessary.”

“Hmm?”

Upon hearing this, Monica’s pupils slightly contracted, and she quickly imagined Moyu discreetly handling the body while she was unconscious.

This indicated that Moyu was the type who detested complications.

She had initially considered offering a sizeable donation to relieve him from any investigative obligations. But now it seemed…

“I understand.”

Monica feigned composure, “When the police come, I’ll tell them the perpetrator has already escaped.”

“…”

Moyu silently observed Monica, realizing she probably thought he had disposed of the body.

However, the demeanor Monica was now displaying was somewhat unexpected to him. Compared to his initial impression of her, she seemed like a completely different person.

“I’ll repeat, it’s not necessary. Besides, the body is still outside.”

Moyu shook his head, clearly rejecting Monica’s suggestion.

His response left Monica somewhat puzzled.

Adjusting his sitting position slightly, Moyu said in an indifferent tone, “In existing medical cases, there’s a classification known as Homicidal Addicts. The guy outside is likely a typical case of this.”

“What?! I’ve never heard of such a medical condition…”

Monica’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“In simple terms, they’re beasts who are addicted to killing, ignoring the law and showing utter disregard for life.”

Moyu’s eyes were downcast.

However, there was one phenomenon he didn’t explain.

The power of Nen…

While it grants extraordinary abilities, it can also amplify the inherent good or evil within human nature. It further accentuates the strengths and weaknesses in one’s character.

In fact, after awakening his Nen, Moyu had vaguely felt certain changes within himself.

However, he didn’t see this as a bad thing.

And a Homicidal Addict who awakens their Nen, is undoubtedly one of the most troublesome threats to society.

“If you think about it, such reckless beasts could hardly maintain a regular identity. So, I used your phone to check the information on wanted criminals. It took some time to narrow it down.”

“So, you mean…”

Monica started to piece things together.

“Exactly.”

Moyu nodded, saying calmly, “That guy outside is a wanted criminal. When the police arrive, they will only… Hm?”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Moyu’s expression shifted subtly. In a swift motion, he grabbed a pencil from the desk and hurled it.

Swish—

The pencil sliced through the air, striking the light switch.

With a faint click, the room plunged into darkness.

“Someone’s here, and it’s not the police. Stay quiet.”

Immediately after, Moyu’s terse warning silenced Monica’s emerging questions, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation they were in.