Code Collector

Fifty thousand dollars was no joke. It was a price of his monthly allowance from Jake Summers. With a sigh of disappointment, the boy walked out of the slaughter house, leaving Shawn behind.

"No, wait!" Shawn called out. "It's a waste of chance for the information you gave. If you want, you can have the fangs of the boar for free. Take it to the weaponsmith and he'll craft you a sword.

Though, he needed the hide for his craft, he don't need to spend ridiculous amount of money for it. He has Rare grade weapons, he can hunt beasts and take their materials for free.

Besides, spending fifty thousand dollars meant hat he still need three more Rare grade materials. It wasn't worh it. But now that this offer was placed on the table, Allen couldn't help but smirk.

"Really?" Allen turned around to look at Shawn.

"Yeah," the man nodded. "I am a curious man, there's nothing that would satisfy me more than answers to my questions. Come back here in two hours. I should be done by then."

With that, Shawn went back to his station, leaving Allen with a wide grin on his face.

"It seems like fate favors us today," Allen said to himself and looked at the sun. He closed his eyes and basked in its light when his stomach growled. He was now hungry.

Going back to the commercial buildings to find food, Allen bought his food and decided to go to his room in Camp Twyla. After being in the forest for days on end, a soft bed for his back wouldn't hurt.

Just a couple of minutes of nap, and he can go back to Shawn to take the boar fangs then go venture to the forest to hunt. He still hasn't found a valuable client, so he's going back to stock up more materials and Codes.

On his way there, his peripheral vision caught three people inside an alley. He looked around and saw that no one was seeing them, and his curiosity got the best of him.

A woman kneeling in front of two other women. They were looking down on her as if she was dirt, with one foot stepping on her head.

It wouldn't be a question if they were Hunters or not since only Hunters were allowed to go to the Otherworld. But not all Hunters, like Shawn, would continue to hunt.

The two women wore black tight bodysuits that were made of leather. On each of their waist was a belt filled with pouches. The woman on the right had a ponytail on while the other one had shoulder length hair.

It wasn't a question that these two women were beautiful. Their skin was white and soft, pinkish even. Their outfit looked expensive, but their expressions were a big turn off for Allen.

In front of them was another Hunter. However, this woman was far beneath the other two in looks of social class. That wasn't a question. She wore a dress that were dirty, almost like rags. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and her skin weren't as soft.

"Please," the kneeling woman cried. "I would pay you back twice the amount. I just need the money to save my son."

"It doesn't matter if your son is sick or not," the woman with the shoulder length hair yelled. "We're not letting you have our money."

"I will pay you back," the woman cried. "Please. You know what happened to my family, just please let me borrow–"

She couldn't finish her words after the woman with a ponytail slapped her across her face. This made the kneeling woman stumble back and hit her back on the ground. The power gap between the two and the other woman was huge, if they decided to end her life, they could.

After hearing them, Allend didn't want anything more to do with the woman. She looked like she's a nobody, so he couldn't make her into his client.

It was brutal for him to just leave her be, but if he would offer his services to just anyone just because he feel pity for them, his plans would all be in ruins. He needed to be picky among who to serve, and who to not serve so he could climb up the ladder and eradicate situations like this woman was facing in the long run.

The ones on top doesn't care about the situations of the ones at the bottom. The Otherworlds should've been a key to the betterment of all life in Earth, but they all hogged the power to become more powerful.

Turning back, Allen's ears tingled after hearing the words of one of the women.

"Give us your family's Code first. We know you're hiding the Spider Bow, give it to us!" she yelled. "If not, then your son won't worry about life anymore."

Hearing a Code's name, Allen's interest immediately spiked up. He was grinning after hearing the name of the Code, a bow. He wanted that bow and create another alter ego. But as to how he will get it, he doesn't know yet.

"I told you," the kneeling woman cried. "I do not know. My husband was the only person who knows where it is and he had gone missing before I became a Hunter. He couldn't have possibly gave it to me."

"Oh," the woman with ponytails said. "I think this is goodbye then."

The two women turned around to leave the crying woman alone. The latter gripped her hands on their legs and continued to plead, making them mad.

"How dare you touch me?" the woman with shoulder length hair growled. She kicked the other woman in the chest, making the latter fall to the ground again. "You dare touch us when you're now nothing but filth? Pathetic."

With that, the two women left the alley, leaving the crying woman alone. She was laying on the ground, eyes staring at the skies as she watched a shadow loom over her face.

The woman blinked a couple of times until she saw the masked man standing in front of her.

"Do you want to make a deal?"