Chapter 8: Let The Hunt Begin!
Creed sat on the simple wooden floor of his tiny, barely furnished apartment, staring at the long, plain wooden box in front of him.
It had just been delivered—less than an hour after he placed the order.
That was faster than expected.
The package itself looked completely unremarkable.
Just a rectangular wooden container, sealed tightly, with a stamped serial number on top. No fancy engravings. No decorative symbols.
Just a box holding his first weapon. It was as simple as it could get.
And yet, Creed couldn't help but feel a strange excitement bubbling in his chest.
With careful hands, he slid his fingers under the lid and slowly lifted it.
Inside, resting snugly in a layer of protective cloth, was his first weapon in this world.
A 7-foot-long spear with a deep red shaft and a sharp, pointed silver blade.
Creed reached out and slowly wrapped his fingers around the shaft, lifting it from its case.