"Boss, do you think they'll come through here?" asked the burly man, whose nose bridge was adorned with steel studs, excitement evident in his voice, as he repeatedly rubbed the rifle wrapped in tape with his index finger.0

"They definitely will…"0

In the midst of an abandoned building covered in moss and vines, a man in a leather jacket gripped his binoculars that was locked on the street ahead.0

His name was Blake. He resided in the slums beyond the giant walls, serving as a bounty hunter fighting for his employers.0

At the same time, he was an ability user.0

Although he lived in the slums, it wasn't due to poverty.0

For an ability user, moving to the outer city wasn't challenging. No mercenary group would refuse an ability user from joining, unless their ability was exceptionally useless.0

However, Blake didn't want to live a life under someone else's control. While to others, the...0