Status
Contractor No. 13013 (This is a false number used to protect the Hunter. No method can be used to track the Hunter.)
Name: Ender (Hunter)
Level: LV.1 (First Tier). Every 10 levels equal one tier. Level increases do not directly raise attributes but affect access rights, world difficulty, and mission difficulty in Reincarnation Paradise.
Health: 100% (Cannot be fully digitized; changes based on injury.)
Mana: 60 (Intelligence ×10. Current recovery speed: 3 points per hour.)
Strength: 6 (Affects attack power and carrying capacity.)
Agility: 7 (Affects movement and attack speed.)
Endurance: 5 (Affects health, defense, and resistance to abnormal states.)
Intelligence: 6 (Affects magic damage, mana, and perception.)
Charm: 3 (Affects social skills and summoning.)
Luck: 1 (Affects item drops and crafting. Very hard to improve—treasure any chance to increase it.)
Note: The standard attribute value for an average adult male is 5 points, with 1 point in Luck.
Killing Talent – Soul Devourer: After killing a target, permanently absorb 1–15 Mana points.
Each world allows absorption of up to 100 Mana points.
Note: Personal stats are provided only for rough strength estimation. Attribute values influence physical ability but do not fully represent combat strength. Remember, battle depends on more than numbers alone.
Ender read through his stats carefully and memorized them.
He was now at Level 1—the most basic stage, which mainly represented his authority inside Reincarnation Paradise.
The world he entered, One Piece, had a difficulty of Level 6, while he was only Level 1. That meant one thing—extreme danger.
Normally, Reincarnation Paradise would not send a Contractor into a world more than five levels above their own. But his Hunter identity changed everything.
He still didn't know what advantages came with being a Hunter, but the downside was already obvious—constant danger.
Entering a Level 6 world and receiving a Level 3 mission while only being Level 1 was like being thrown straight into a nightmare.
According to the Paradise's description, his future missions would involve hunting down "abnormal" Contractors—people who had gone rogue.
That meant he was enemies with most other Contractors by default. Even if Ender wanted cooperation, they would not.
If they ever found out his true identity, they would attack him without hesitation.
After all, who could be sure that their own ID number wasn't on his next hunt list?
As for the "protection measures" mentioned at the top of the file, Ender didn't trust Reincarnation Paradise enough to believe it would actually protect him.
Still, there was some good news—his physical attributes were already above average, proof of his years of hard training.
In the One Piece world, such stats might not mean much, but they gave him a better starting point.
Ender's strength wasn't just about numbers. He had one true advantage—he knew how to fight, and more importantly, he dared to fight.
He might not be a genius strategist, but he possessed something equally valuable—the courage to face pain and death.
It wasn't that he felt no fear; he just had more resolve than most people. He was willing to do things others would never dare to try.
That courage—not his stats—was his real weapon in Reincarnation Paradise.
Sometimes, a brave heart mattered more than a powerful body.
Ender clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
"Then let me see how dangerous this pirate world really is."
He dashed forward, stepped on the edge of the broken window frame, and leapt upward. His arms stretched above him, gripping the cracked edge of the roof. With a firm pull, he lifted his upper body through the hole.
Just as he was about to look outside—
Bang!
A muffled gunshot echoed through the air.
Ender instantly recognized it—the sound of a firearm being discharged.
Pulling his body back behind the wall, Ender gripped the edge tightly and slowly leaned forward to look outside.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots burst in quick succession, echoing like popcorn crackling. From what Ender could see, two groups were fighting fiercely in what looked like the Scrap Terminal.
Each side had dozens of people exchanging gunfire from a distance.
He noticed that both sides wore ragged clothes, their faces thin and pale—clearly refugees living among the ruins.
"Toby! This land belongs to us! What are you doing? We're all just poor scavengers—do you really want to wipe us out?"
The gunfire paused slightly as the shouting began.
"Your land? I've got over ten guns now—from today, I call the shots! Once I've saved enough Berries, I'll take my men to sea. Then I'll be a pirate! Rogil! Drop your weapon! I'll give you a chance to—"
Before he could finish, a gunshot cut him off. Toby quickly ducked behind a pile of trash.
From his broken hiding place, Ender could see the man—a large, bearded brute grinning viciously behind the garbage heap. He clearly had no intention of letting his enemies surrender.
Unlike the starving refugees, Toby was tall and muscular, his body covered in bulging veins.
Ender sighed quietly. Now he truly understood how dangerous a Level 6 world was.
If he had gone outside earlier, he would've been riddled with bullets by now—and this was just the beginning. Things would only get worse from here.
As he waited for the two groups to disperse, a sudden movement caught his attention—a small, quick figure leapt down through the roof and landed inside the same building as him.
"Phew… that was close! I finally found a safe—"
The newcomer froze mid-sentence, eyes widening as she saw Ender clinging to the wall.
"Um—"
Before she could say anything, Ender released his grip and dropped down.
He crouched low, kicked off the ground, and in an instant, leaves scattered around him as he lunged forward like a panther.
The stranger tried to speak, but it was too late.
Ender's fist slammed into her stomach—he could feel her abdomen sink under the impact.
She bent over in pain, unable to scream before his hand covered her mouth and nose, muffling the sound into a faint grunt.
Without hesitation, Ender drove his other hand—stiff like a blade—straight into her chest with a sharp thud.
Her body went limp, eyes wide with fear.
"...A woman?"
He had attacked first because he couldn't tell if she was friend or foe. Better to subdue her before finding out.
"P–please… don't hurt me…"
The trembling voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. Ender looked at her—messy black hair, a dusty face with pale skin beneath the grime, a loose linen shirt hanging over a thin frame. She was young—no more than fifteen or sixteen.
"Who are you?"
He could guess her purpose—likely just seeking shelter.
"My name is Mia. I mean no harm, please don't hurt me," she said weakly.
Despite the heavy hit to her chest, she hadn't lost consciousness—her endurance was impressive, though she could barely move.
"Don't make a sound," Ender warned coldly, "or I'll kill you."
He meant every word. His life was still on the line, and his vengeance unfinished.
...Gulp.
Mia swallowed nervously.
"Alright… I'll stay quiet," she whispered.
But deep down, she felt that staying with this man might be no safer than facing the gunfire outside.
The sounds of battle slowly faded. The fight outside was ending.
Ender waited in silence. As soon as the shooting stopped, he planned to head out—it was dangerous, but also an opportunity.
He desperately needed a weapon.
Starting out empty-handed, without even a stick to use, was unacceptable.
(End of Chapter)
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