The second day began the same.
Silent.
Cold.
Efficient.
Han Chandu and Han Sen entered the Sanctuary without a word.
No hesitation.
No delay.
Because time—
Was already slipping.
Three days.
Now two.
The forest greeted them with the same stillness.
But something had changed.
Again.
Han Chandu moved first.
Han Sen followed.
Their pace faster than yesterday.
Sharper.
Because now—
They weren't just hunting.
They were chasing time.
A sound echoed ahead.
Heavy.
Different.
Both stopped instantly.
Their eyes locked forward.
Then—
It appeared.
Larger.
Thicker.
Its body carried weight.
Not ordinary.
Not primitive.
Han Sen's eyes narrowed.
"…mutant."
Han Chandu didn't respond.
Because he already knew.
The creature stepped forward.
Slow.
Unstable.
But dangerous.
Its movements—
Didn't match its level.
Too stiff.
Too forced.
Then—
It charged.
Fast.
Too fast.
Han Sen moved instantly.
Dodged.
Barely.
"…it's stronger than normal."
Han Chandu stepped in.
Calm.
Measured.
He didn't attack.
Only observed.
The pattern.
The timing.
The weakness.
Han Sen circled.
Waiting.
Looking for an opening.
The creature lunged again—
Direct.
Aggressive.
Predictable.
Han Chandu shifted slightly.
Just enough.
Redirected its movement.
Created space.
That moment—
Was enough.
Han Sen disappeared.
Front—
Gone.
Then—
Behind.
Strike.
Deep.
Clean.
The creature roared—
But it was too late.
Its body trembled—
Then collapsed.
Dead.
Silence.
Then—
The voice echoed.
Cold.
Mechanical.
"Han Sen has killed a Mutant Creature."
Han Sen exhaled slowly.
"…that's new."
Han Chandu didn't respond.
His gaze remained on the body.
Because something—
Was still off.
Even now.
Han Sen crouched slightly.
"…we take it."
Han Chandu nodded.
"…yes."
Because this—
Was not just a kill.
It was money.
They worked quickly.
Efficient.
Careful.
Taking what they could.
Leaving what they couldn't.
Because some parts—
Were not usable.
Shell.
Claws.
Too hard.
Too useless.
They moved again.
Hunting.
Relentless.
Focused.
Another mutant.
Then another.
Each fight harder.
More dangerous.
But controlled.
Because now—
They understood the rhythm.
Han Chandu created openings.
Han Sen finished.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each time—
The same voice followed.
"Han Sen has killed a Mutant Creature."
The announcements spread.
Across the forest.
Across hunters.
Across attention.
But neither of them cared.
Because they had one goal.
Money.
Time passed.
The sun shifted.
Their bodies slowed slightly.
But they didn't stop.
Not yet.
Not until it was enough.
Finally—
Han Chandu spoke.
"…enough."
Han Sen exhaled.
"…yeah."
No argument.
Because pushing further—
Was dangerous.
They returned.
Fast.
Controlled.
The shelter welcomed them back.
With noise.
With whispers.
With attention.
"…mutant kills…"
"…that guy again…"
"…Han Sen…"
A pause.
"…ass freak…"
Han Sen walked past.
Unbothered.
Like always.
Han Chandu didn't react.
Because none of it mattered.
They moved directly to the trading area.
No delay.
No hesitation.
Because time—
Still mattered.
A woman stood there.
Calm.
Sharp.
Watching.
One of the three gangs.
Not weak.
Not careless.
Her eyes moved over the materials.
Then—
To Han Sen.
Not Han Chandu.
Only Han Sen.
"…you killed these?"
Han Sen shrugged slightly.
"…something like that."
Casual.
Relaxed.
But his eyes—
Watching her reaction.
Qwen Xuan nodded slowly.
"…not bad."
A pause.
Then—
"…one million credits."
Silence.
Han Sen blinked once.
Then smirked faintly.
"…fast deal."
Han Chandu said nothing.
Because price—
Was acceptable.
The transaction completed.
Clean.
Efficient.
No tricks.
No delay.
Qwen Xuan looked at Han Sen once more.
"…you have potential."
Han Sen smiled slightly.
"…I know."
She didn't respond.
Just turned away.
Like it was nothing.
But her decision—
Was already made.
Han Chandu stood quietly beside him.
Unnoticed.
Unmentioned.
Just as he preferred.
Low-key.
Silent.
Hidden.
Han Sen glanced at him.
"…one million."
Han Chandu nodded.
"…enough."
Han Sen smirked.
"…debt's gone."
Han Chandu didn't reply.
Because money—
Was only part of it.
The rest—
Would come later.
They left the trading area.
Without looking back.
Because deals—
Were done.
And tomorrow—
They would hunt again.
Not for debt.
But for growth.
Because now—
They had seen something new.
Something stronger.
And next time—
It wouldn't be as easy.
Han Chandu walked ahead.
Calm.
Focused.
Because this—
Was only the beginning.