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Chapter 157 - 157 126 At that time I was still very skinny (5100)_3

Chapter 157: 126 At that time I was still very skinny (5100)_3 Chapter 157: 126 At that time I was still very skinny (5100)_3 There was a short wall encircling the small building, where the white wall plaster had somewhat peeled away, revealing uneven patches of black. There was plenty of withered grass at the corners of the wall, underneath which was grey, hardened, frosty soil.

Crunch.

Black boots crushed the clumps of soil beneath them.

Casio stood in front of a pale wooden door.

He reached out and knocked softly.

“Tap, tap, tap…”

“Who’s there?”

A familiar voice from inside, it was Black Blade.

“From the ‘Black Mansion Archery Club’, sir,”

These were the code words used among the crossbow users, Casio said.

“Come in.”

From the inside, a series of approaching footsteps were heard.

In no time, the wooden door creaked open.

The familiar face of Black Blade appeared before Casio.

When he first opened the door, he took a pause, then his gaze travelled up from Casio’s chest to his face.

“Who… Who are you?!”

“It’s me, Dusk! Black Blade, don’t tell me you forgot me just within a few months?” Casio raised his right hand, revealing the logo on the back of it.

“Dusk???!!! Huh?”

Black Blade showed a ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ expression.

But looking at Casio’s serious face, he couldn’t help but take another look. Gradually, the slender silhouette in his mind overlapped with the strong physique in front of him.

Darn it! How did the preppy and handsome youth from a few months ago…how did he bulk up like this? But he looks quite strong on the surface…

“Old friend, let’s go inside and talk.”

Casio squeezed his muscular body inside, casually draped his arm around Black Blade’s shoulders and led him inside.

Behind them, Leon sighed and quickly followed in.

On the second floor, in the spacious reception room, around a large round table.

About eight or nine members of the crossbow users were seated on the yellow recliners. Some seemed on the brink of speaking, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Most people’s gazes were cast towards the window.

There, a burly man was sitting, clearly a head taller than the others. His wide physique blocked the sunlight, casting a large, distorted shadow onto the wooden round table.

The organizer for this Shield Rank mission was Black Blade, who had been at the Shield Rank for quite a while, an experienced Eerie Night Guest.

In his seat, Black Blade couldn’t resist asking.

“Dusk, how did you… well, get so buff?”

Casio recounted the reasons he had previously given, Black Blade, who was aware of Dusk’s past, found it reasonable.

An orphan couple who barely fed themselves raised themselves. The sister died of previously untreated sickness resulting from malnutrition and poor living conditions. The brother, devasted by the loss, crazily decided to build a strong physique. Was this reasonable? Very reasonable!

“Actually, I am exploring a different battle direction for us crossbow users. Like a muscular mechanical crossbow kind of thing.”

As Casio spoke, he reached out to his back.

Thud!

The round table shook violently.

A mechanical crossbow appeared in front of Casio. Its specific shape and decoration are no different from a normal crossbow. The only difference was its size—about twice the size of a normal crossbow!

Correspondingly, the arrows were also twice as thick.

It looked heavy and ferocious just on sight.

“I believe that the Denton Gale Crossbow Technique we learn from the crossbow users has gone astray!” Casio looked around, “The Gale Crossbow Technique firstly cultivates archery, then agility.”

“The crossbow users have placed too much emphasis on agility, resulting in them having slender figures. They use their agility to hunt dark creatures, which is undoubtedly perilous like dancing on a blade. We should change our thinking, go back to the first point of the Gale Crossbow Technique. The most important aspect is undoubtedly the lethality of the archery, so we need thicker, heavier steel arrows. To fire these arrows, we need a larger and heavier crossbow. To handle such a crossbow with ease, we need a powerful and strong physique!”

“I don’t mean getting muscular to fight dark creatures in close combat, that’s unrealistic. As we know, an Eerie Night Guest’s physique can never match that of a dark creature. My intention is to increase the firepower of the crossbow, turning it into a siege crossbow, so that a cluster of huge arrows could directly blow the dark creatures into pieces! For this, we need a robust physique, my muscle cultivation is secondary, the main goal is for the archery.”

Under skeptical gazes from surrounding crossbow users,

Casio articulated this misguided logic seriously, after all, he was still one of the crossbow users and had to maintain a semblance of propriety.

The crux of what he just said was:

I am building up my muscles to be an archer!

“Hmm, you do have a point,” said Black Blade, sitting nearby, and nodded. “But I might have a different idea, we could design a large crossbow with great firepower, which requires two or three people to launch. In dangerous group tasks, it would serve as distant firepower suppression, the effect should be good.”

Casio was taken aback, then shrugged with a slight smile.

Next, Black Blade and some other members of the crossbow users began discussing the details of the night’s operation. Casio also received some specific intelligence about the mission target; it was a large family of vampires, summing up to eight of the Blood Clan.

The number could compete with the Eerie Night Guests.

No wonder that the crossbow users continuously summoned members around before the mission, without enough people, casualties would be inevitable.

Then, around three or four more members arrived, the hall was filled with thirteen crossbow users.

Nearly one and a half times the number of the target.

They could barely start the mission.

There might be significant casualties, but it was inevitable.

Casio enjoyed a simple lunch and dinner there, and before he knew it, it was around 11:30 p.m.

The reason they didn’t start in the daytime was because the sunlight had little weakening effect on the Blood Clan. Moreover, during the day, the Blood Clan scattered, making it difficult to catch them all at once. But at night, these creatures of the Blood Clan would gather to enjoy their dinner at midnight.

Nington City, Suburbs, Plinka Manor.

The night was darker, the skyscape an enveloping void. The massive dark clouds in the night sky were seared by the wind, obscuring the bright moonlight. A series of footsteps echoing on the road outside the manor.

More than ten silhouettes were briskly moving towards this direction.

Among them, one cloaked silhouette…was particularly robust!