Chapter 80
The Hunter Association's canteen was anything but ordinary. The place buzzed with life, echoing with the chatter of hunters boasting about their latest beast kills and near-death escapes.
Long metallic tables stretched across the wide hall, sturdy enough to withstand the slam of weapons or fists that often came during heated arguments.
The scent of grilled meat, fried spices, and steaming broth lingered thick in the air, masking the faint tang of blood and gun oil that always clung to hunters' clothes.
The aroma mixed together in a way that was both appetizing and overwhelming, the kind of smell that could only belong to a place where danger and survival were part of the daily routine.
On one side, a serving counter lined with reinforced glass displayed meals ranging from regular human dishes—rice, burgers, roasted chicken to exotic plates made from beast meat that promised energy boosts or temporary stat increases.
