Monster Hunter Predator

By nightfall, Orin was still wandering the city, taking in the towering buildings covered in neon signs, the flickering holograms advertising high-end weapons and combat suits, and the bustling crowd of hunters and civilians moving between stores. Gear shops lined the streets, displaying reinforced jackets, combat boots, and various melee weapons. The prices were outrageous. a single beast-core-enhanced dagger cost more than a house, and full battle suits were priced in the millions.

His eyes landed on a massive building with sleek black walls and glowing golden letters: HUNTER'S PRIME – ELITE EQUIPMENT. Through the transparent glass, he could see a display of high-tech weapons—energy sabers, plasma rifles, beast-core gauntlets. This was where the real hunters shopped.

Curious, he approached the entrance, but two massive guards in black suits and sunglasses immediately blocked his path. Their cold stares made it clear he didn't belong.

"Kid, this place is for hunters only."

Orin didn't argue. He had no badge—yet. He turned to leave, but as he did, he accidentally bumped into someone.

She was young girl, maybe 16, with light blue hair flowing past her shoulders, diamond-like eyes that shimmered under the city lights, and a white dress that gave her an almost ethereal presence. A silver badge with three stars rested on her chest indicating a Level 6 hunter.

Beside her stood an older man in a pristine white suit, his silver badge bearing two stars—Level 5. The third figure, her silent bodyguard in black, had no badge at all. But the way he carried himself gives an ominous feeling.

The two were too close, for a moment, he forgot to step back. His gaze locked onto hers, and in that brief second, time stretched.

She was younger than him. Yet, a Level 6? That was unbelievable.

The realization stunned him so much that he barely noticed how close they were until her nervous diamond eyes met his.

MOVE!!!

The guards shoved him aside, making him stumble. He barely reacted. Instead, his attention was fixed on something else—the guards at Hunter's Prime were bowing. Deeply.

Who is she?

Even if she isn't the owner, she wasn't ordinary either. And she was only one step away from the golden badge—the very thing he came here to achieve.

As he got up, brushing off the dust, he glanced back at the store. "If she can reach such a high level as duch a young age, I can too."

But inside the building, the girl sat down in an elegant lounge, slowly sipping her coffee. Her thoughts were different. She was calm, but something felt different.

"I've never been this close to a boy before… and he's handsome." while she was daydreaming..A middle-aged man with a white ponytail, a single eyeglass, and a gray suit approached her table.

"My young lady, I have kept you waiting. My apologies. How is your father? I haven't seen him in ages."

She set her cup down, but her mind was still unfocused.

Meanwhile Orin walked home, but something felt off, his troubles don't see to end. He wasn't alone.

Footsteps.

He kept walking, making sure not to look back. Instead of avoiding trouble, he led them into a narrow alley with no exit.

He finally stopped, hearing the slow approach behind him. Four men.

They were thugs.

The leader stepped forward, his long coat swaying as he raised a laser pistol. "Kid, don't fight back, and no one gets hurt."

Orin slowly raised his hands. "Okay, okay. I don't want trouble."

One of them moved closer to search him. But it was a Big mistake.

Orin's hand shot out, gripping the man's throat before slamming him into the wall. The impact left a crack in the concrete.

The other two rushed him with machetes. Too slow. He dodged, grabbing one by the wrist and twisting until bones snapped. The second barely had time to react before Orin's elbow crashed into his face.

The leader retreated against the wall in panick, pulling the trigger—laser shots fired, burning through Orin's jacket.

But Orin didn't stop walking. His expression didn't change.

The man's hands trembled. His face drained of color.

Orin charged forward at High speed, his punch carried his full strength, avoiding the man's face and crashing into the wall.

The man fainted.

Orin exhaled while taking back his punch leaving a hole in the wall. "Hmph. A bunch of losers."

Taking a deep breath, he took off running faster than any earthling could.

A drone arrived seconds later, scanning the unconscious men. Too late.

Orin was already gone.

He had been fighting since he was a kid. This was nothing new. Same story, different place. Beat one dog, and the rest will run.

After 30 minutes of nonstop running with the help of his enhanced, Orin finally reached home. The streets were quiet, the city lights flickering in the distance. He shut the door behind him and exhaled.

Same routine, every day. Each morning, he woke before sunrise. No alarm needed. His body was conditioned to move before his mind had time to resist.

Training started immediately. A brutal mix of running, explosive punches against the reinforced wall, weightlifting that pushed his muscles to their limits, and fast-response drills. He dodged, attacked, and countered against simulated enemies, forcing his reflexes to sharpen While Sweat dripped from his body.

He trained until hunger gnawed at his insides, forcing him to stop. Each meal was a feast of raw beast meat, his body craving the nutrients like fuel for a raging fire. Then it was back to training, refining his control over his strength and speed.

Every night, he would collapse onto his bed, but mind restless. Each day was important because at the end of the month he will say goodbye to the Hunter's fortress, he had to push harder and get closer to becoming a hunter.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

By the end the daily training , a sudden knock at the door , The doorbell rang and a familiar fat figure stood there, waiting.