Unknown stood aside, watching the hunters busy at work. The wound on his left arm, torn open by the ogre, was rapidly wriggling and healing, recovering as if a healing spell had been cast.

Faced with this strange arm, Unknown had long since grown accustomed to it. Ever since he was rescued and awakened here two years ago, Unknown had discovered that his left arm was different from others. No matter how severe the injury to his flesh, the wound would heal in a very short time, leaving not even the slightest scar.

After many experiments, Unknown found that hidden beneath the skin of his left arm was actually a metal arm. As for what kind of metal it was made of, he couldn’t figure it out himself. The only thing he knew was that this metal was exceptionally hard, and he could faintly sense that the arm had other functions, though he didn’t know how to use those abilities.

Besides this, Unknown had another secret—his left eye. Whenever he appeared before an ogre, a string of strange numbers would flash in his left eye, marked with the number 60 in a script his subconscious called Arabic numerals.

And when the ogre launched an attack, the number would instantly increase, eventually reaching 90.

Whenever he wanted, he could see the number reflected in his eye for anyone, even see his own data in a mirror: 165, which was his number when not using his left arm. When he used his left arm, the number would soar to 571.

Unknown called these numbers combat power, though he knew that everyone’s number would increase significantly during an attack. These numbers could only be used as a reference, not as an absolute measure.

“Unknown! What are you thinking about again?” Old Hunter Henry Cooper came over and patted him kindly on the shoulder. “Even if you’ve lost all your memories from two years ago, it doesn’t matter! Uncle George will definitely find you a beautiful wife from our village!”

Looking at the man who had rescued him from the iron coffin in the cave, Unknown shook his head and said, “Uncle, I was just thinking that if I had come back earlier, maybe David wouldn’t have…” Unknown had no intention of telling anyone the real secrets of his left arm or left eye.

Henry Cooper also shook his head and gave Unknown a firm pat on the back. “In our line of work as hunters, we deal with danger every day. Death and injury are inevitable, it’s nothing! Just take care of David’s family from now on, that’s enough!”

Unknown nodded and followed the hunters back toward the village. He didn’t know why seeing the dead didn’t bother him at all, as if he had seen countless corpses before.

Lost in his memories, Unknown walked with the group for several hours before finally returning to the village. Faced with David’s death, David’s family could only express their grief for their lost loved one through tears.

After seeing off David’s family, the villagers began lining up to receive the food the hunters had brought back. Whether or not they had family members in the hunt, every household could receive a share of fresh meat.

Unknown just sat aside, watching the villagers who, apart from their homes and families, seemed to share almost everything.

“Unknown Uncle! Unknown Uncle! Tell us about this adventure!” A group of seven- or eight-year-old children crowded around Unknown, clamoring, “How did you kill such a powerful monster like the ogre? When I grow up, I want to go hunting with Unknown Uncle too!”

Looking at the children before him, Unknown smiled. Ever since he had first gone hunting with the team and Henry Cooper had spread the word about his deeds, these children, who used to gather around Henry Cooper, now surrounded him instead.

“Go, go, go! If you want to hear a story, wait a bit.” After distributing the meat, Old Hunter Henry Cooper shooed the children away and placed a large piece of ogre meat in front of Unknown. “You weren’t hurt this time, were you?”

Unknown smiled gently and shook his head, pushing the meat toward Henry Cooper. “Give a bit more to David’s family. I can’t eat this much by myself. Just give me one of the ogre’s tendons this time. I want to make a bow like the ones you often use—it might make hunting easier in the future.”

“You want to make a bow? You want to use weapons now?” Henry Cooper looked in surprise at Unknown, who had hunted barehanded for two years. “That’s great! It’ll make things much safer.”

Unknown smiled at the delighted Henry Cooper, not telling him that it wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to use weapons before, but that the weapons’ strength was simply too poor. Whenever he tried to fully draw a bow, those seemingly sturdy bows would either snap or the bowstring would break.

With such poor-quality bows, Unknown would rather pick up a small stone from the ground and hunt by throwing it. Unfortunately, this method didn’t work well against strong magical beasts. For example, throwing stones at an ogre was almost useless.