God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 68: The Hunter, Renji

He wanted to make one last effort to seek help from his teacher, but the teacher didn't believe he was truly sick. Perhaps the teacher simply didn't care.

If Renji were to die due to poverty, the teacher might receive some token punishment, but it would only be symbolic.

At that time, Renji was terrified—he was still young, and he was afraid of death.

He angrily thought, Let's see how you all deal with it once I'm dead!

Later, he came to realize that no one would care about his death.

Renji returned to the dorm, but his roommates weren't there.

They had received financial aid and gone out to celebrate at a karaoke bar.

At that moment, someone else was likely using what should have been his life-saving money, probably with an arm around some girl.

They might even be giving tips.

In the midst of his pain and fear of death, Renji finally released the deepest darkness within him.

He washed all five of his roommates' clothes and then quietly waited for them to return.

That night, a tragedy occurred at the school.

Renji killed all five of his roommates, and some of their organs were eaten.

With bits of flesh still in his mouth, he mumbled incoherently:

"You all wanted to become like me, didn't you? Liver cancer, stomach cancer... I'm just granting your wishes."

He didn't spare the teacher either.

This was the origin of the urban cannibal.

Renji went on the run for several years, and the people he consumed were no longer limited to just his roommates.

He was trapped by the false sense of security that came with it.

He wasn't addicted to human flesh—he had become a prisoner of something else.

Renji's consciousness began to blur.

His heart was filled with overwhelming resentment.

"I don't want to die."

The death that had always loomed over him was finally about to arrive.

It felt like meeting an old friend for the first time.

Flashes of his life played before his eyes, like a revolving lantern.

His teacher, his classmates, passersby.

He had no lover, no friends—perhaps no one except for the security bureau even remembered his name.

Renji clung tightly to the needle buried in his arm, the last thing he had.

"This is the only thing left to me."

"If, three years ago, they had just given me the aid, how much better would it have been? None of this would have happened."

"I would've had my own group of friends."

"I'd play games with my brothers, take walks with my gentle girlfriend, maybe even have a cute kid."

"Is there a resurrection scroll? I could really use one."

"If not, then forget it."

Renji died, filled with regret and disappointment.

Since he died in the hospital, his body would, according to procedure, remain in the morgue if unclaimed.

Cremation?

Don't be ridiculous—there's plenty of space in the morgue. Why waste money on that?

Bluewater Medical University Morgue.

The place resembled a library, with rows of large cabinets, each one holding a restless soul.

Thump, thump, thump!

Suddenly, there was a strange knocking sound.

It was coming from one of the cabinets.

Thump, thump, thump!

The sound was clear now—something inside was kicking against the metal.

In a place full of the dead, such a noise would scare anyone to death.

Luckily, there were no security guards in the morgue that night.

Bang!

With a louder crash, one of the drawers slid out.

A young man sat up.

His lifeless, gray eyes gradually regained focus.

Renji, wearing a numbered tag and dressed in white, appeared.

It felt like he had just awoken from a dream.

He had been to the underworld, seen the flowers of the afterlife, and crossed the Yellow Springs.

He was sure he had died, so how was he alive again?

Renji looked around in confusion.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a faint white flame in the distance, and his eyes widened slightly.

Could he still be in the afterlife?

Renji touched his face—it was warm, not cold.

He jumped down and began walking toward the white flame.

Closer and closer, as he approached, he saw a figure seated on a chair, legs crossed.

The figure wore a terrifying ghost king mask, dressed in black robes with a hood.

A suffocating pressure filled the air.

For the first time, Renji felt genuine fear.

"Are you... a man or a ghost?"

The flame in Alexander's hand flared up with a sudden whoosh, growing significantly larger.

The ghostly mask on his face made him look even more sinister.

"Are you Renji?"

The voice was cold, devoid of any warmth, filled with authority.

Renji, facing this unknown figure, felt instinctively uneasy. Spiritual energy flowed through his body, his fingertips were shrouded in mist, and his innate abilities were ready for combat at a moment's notice.

But then, he froze.

Somehow, he had gained a new ability!

[Soul Soul Fruit: A-Class]

[Can only be activated by a traveler who has returned from Hell.]

[Grants abilities related to the soul.

Consumes spiritual energy to allow the soul to leave the body.

While in a soul state, one can pass through walls and other obstacles.

During attacks, can infuse strikes with the chilling energy of Hell.]

Soul Soul Fruit?

A-Class?

Renji, being a meticulous person, immediately connected this with the strange fruit Dr. Du had given him.

Could Dr. Du have been working for this man?

Was that fruit given to him by this masked figure?

It defied logic. It was unbelievable.

He couldn't even comprehend his own worth. Why would someone resurrect him? What kind of unimaginable power was this?

Renji let his innate ability dissipate, opening his mouth, finally managing to utter a question:

"Who… who are you?"

His voice was shaky, full of uncertainty, and he could barely speak clearly in front of Alexander.

Alexander's lips curled into a cold, menacing smile under the glow of the white flame.

"Mercenary Guild. President."

Renji was dumbfounded for a moment.

Mercenary Guild? A supernatural organization?

Could the person in front of him be the leader of a powerful, extraordinary force?

A top-level figure!

He swallowed nervously.

"Why did you bring me back to life?"

He needed to confirm if it was truly this man who resurrected him.

Resurrecting the dead—was that something humans could even do?

Alexander held the white flame, its core resembling a lotus, and slowly stood up, his expression indifferent:

"This life is borrowed. You will have to repay it."

Renji was sure now—it was this man who had given him a second chance at life.

He had brought him back from the dead!

Renji swore to himself—he had encountered the only true god in this world today!

All those other gods he had once prayed to were nothing but dust and rubble!

You couldn't even save my life—what right do you have to call yourselves gods?

Renji prostrated himself on the ground, trembling with reverence, not daring to look directly at Alexander.

Like an ant groveling at the foot of a mountain, offering its loyalty to the divine being at the peak.

Alexander glanced at him briefly, left behind a mobile phone and a mask, and disappeared from the morgue.

He wasn't worried about Renji surviving in the city without his help.

If the boy couldn't manage that much, he wasn't worthy of accepting the Soul Soul Fruit.

Renji was a genius, having killed five roommates and a teacher during his time at university.

It should be noted that all six victims had significant backgrounds.

For an ordinary person to evade capture for three years after killing so many people was already a miracle.

But Renji did more than that.

After being caught, Renji openly admitted to his crimes.

In those three years, he had eaten twenty-eight people, all of whom were from powerful families.

The fact that he had killed thirty influential people and managed to live for three years—that was what made him truly terrifying.

Before Renji was caught, no one had any idea that those twenty-eight individuals had been killed by him.

He was a calculating and dangerous criminal.

When asked why he targeted the powerful, Renji's answer was chilling.

"They're well-fed. They taste better."

The Mercenary Guild was always in need of talent. And as for whether Renji was worth Alexander using a devil fruit on him—that was a matter for another time.

Alexander always had his plans. He never made a deal that wasn't profitable.

In the now-empty morgue, Renji slowly stood up, still filled with disbelief.

"Why would someone of such importance choose me?"

The phone screen lit up.

[Mercenary Guild app download complete.]

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