World-saving Plan: The Only Savior
Chapter 443 - 324 Aaron Griffin

Chapter 443: Chapter 324 Aaron Griffin

"He’s done for! Quick, attack it!"

Kando yelled loudly, taking the lead in pulling the trigger.

"Ahh!!!"

The rest of them roared as well, as if channeling the emotions they had been suppressing into the bullets they fired.

The bullets tore through the monster’s wounds and into its body, ammunition pouring out as if it was free, the flames from the muzzles seeming to light up the dark night.

Finally, with an unwilling shriek, the giant insect could no longer support its body and collapsed thunderously.

"Huff, huff, huff~"

Everyone started gasping for breath, looking at the mess on the ground and feeling incredibly conflicted inside.

John used a bandage to dress his own wound. Thankfully, the monster had not hit his main artery, which allowed him to escape with his life.

"Everyone, check your ammunition, assist the injured, we’re going up the trees!"

He issued the latest order, which puzzled some people.

"Commander, it’s so dangerous here, aren’t we leaving?"

John shook his head, saying:

"No, if we leave this light source, encountering those monsters again in the black night, we would probably not have enough lives to die. Moreover, these trees can’t be used to make a fire either. The best course of action now is to take to the trees and wait for dawn..."

John’s reasoning made everyone nod, and they immediately got busy.

Watching them start to construct suspended tents, John propped himself up to sit. His wounds were now bandaged, and the bleeding had stopped, taking him out of immediate danger.

However, to avoid triggering other potentially fatal symptoms, he needed to return to camp as soon as possible for proper sanitation and disinfection.

Touching the place on his thigh where the monster had bitten him, John only felt a peculiar numbness. There seemed to be a small lump there, which made him very uncomfortable.

However, the physical discomfort was only temporary, while the pain in his heart was permanent. Looking at the place not far away where the explosion had happened, John couldn’t help but sigh softly:

"Charles, rest assured, I will take good care of Kashan for you..."

...

Nobody else knew about the Sea Lion Team’s encounter yet, and compared to their forced battle with the monsters, some people were actively seeking to find and hunt these creatures.

America, Texas, Morganstock Town.

This was a peaceful town, much like most rural areas in America, with not many inhabitants, familiar households, and rare visits from outsiders.

The town had limited public amenities: a school, a hospital, a park, a church, and four banks...

Here, even the much-loved Grandpa Ken’s and Uncle McDonald’s were absent.

In fact, if you were passing through and wanted to fill your car with gas, you might have to wait until the first day of each week to do so.

Because the owner of the town’s only gas station would only restock on fuel then.

Though lacking in facilities, Morganstock Town was tranquil and cozy. The people there lived as if cut off from the world, forgetting their worries and quietly enjoying laid-back and carefree lives.

In the last couple of days, the residents had been even more cheerful, and the usually quiet streets saw increased activity.

Discount signs hung in front of every shop. Residents’ houses were decorated, giving off a festive vibe.

Indeed, they were celebrating a festival or, to be precise, preparing for one.

Tomorrow, October 2nd, was a special day for Morganstock Town—the Milk Festival.

The Milk Festival originated 50 years ago.

The town produced a lot of milk, but every time too much was left undrunk, leading to wastage.

So, the residents gathered the surplus milk to celebrate and splash around in it, and over time, this became the festival it is today.

Of course, festivals like this aren’t exclusive to Morganstock Town.

In many rural places across America, there’s a similar gathering for a spree due to an excess of milk leading to wastage.

However, depending on the location, each town’s so-called festival occurs at different times and goes by different names.

The Milk Festival is beloved by many adults and children alike.

As the festival approaches, they prepare many huge basins and jars, placing them on the streets or at their doorsteps.

On the day of the festival, they fill these basins to the brim, and those with the biggest basins earn the most prestige among their neighbors.

At that time, not only humans but also many animals join in the revelry.

They are drawn to the milk in the basins, and the households with more animals gathered around their basins become objects of envy for a time.

Festivals like these are often unheard of by many who live in the big cities of America, and they find these customs quite surprising and interesting.

Aaron Griffin was one such person.

He was currently walking through the energetic streets, basking in the morning sunlight which he found very comfortable. The occasional curious glances from the residents filled him with enjoyment.

Aaron knew why people looked at him the way they did.

With his white hair and the vintage coat he wore, he was neither muscular nor short and actually quite handsome and dashing.

Of course, that was his own opinion.

In others’ eyes, he was just a skinny young man dressed in an odd fashion—an archetypal embarrassing youth.

Aaron was an ordinary person born in New York City. Three years prior, his only relative, Grandpa Barr, had passed away forever, leaving him to live alone.

Since he was young, Aaron had a dream—he wanted to become a Demon Hunter!

To others, it was a somewhat laughable aspiration—even his parents, who had left him long ago, scorned it, but only his grandfather had always supported him quietly in the background.

And that was because Grandpa Barr believed in it too.

He even made an issue of taking out an old pocket watch, claiming it was an artifact passed down through their family...

When Aaron was very little, his grandfather had started telling him stories about Demon Hunters.

Stories about Sunlight Bitches, Forest Ogres, clock ghosts, Curse Witches, and the like.

One fascinating tale after another drew Aaron in, leaving him longing for more.

He wished nothing more than to become the protagonist of those tales, vanquishing each and every dark and evil creature.

These were the very adventures his somewhat eccentric grandfather had always wanted to undertake.

But as Grandpa Barr grew older, he could no longer turn thought into action and departed with regrets.

After Grandpa Barr’s departure, Aaron was left on his own. He survived on the savings left by his parents, living off the interest, and devoted himself entirely to his Demon Hunting plan.

Unfortunately, his long preparation hadn’t paid off.

After a lengthy search, he had still not found any credible clues.

Even if there were rumors, by the time he went to investigate, he would discover they were nothing but tall tales.

But today, Aaron felt he might finally make some progress.

Recent rampant tales of monster incidents suggested that there might indeed be Extraordinary Creatures in this world.

His previous lack of discovery was just a matter of bad luck.

Now, according to a small article in the corner of a newspaper, it was reported that in Morganstock, a small town in Texas, someone had encountered some strange occurrences...

PS: Thanks to "Southern Birch" for the 100 coins reward!