Under normal circumstances, an ordinary ghoul can handle two or three strong men armed with weapons. If it’s a giant ghoul, it can easily wipe out a well-equipped, well-trained five-man squad of warriors. And if it’s a pack of ghouls, that’s nothing short of a nightmare!

To bridge this gap, many black magic academies have sprung up in the human world. Alchemists and mages in these academies use forbidden rituals on children, forcing their bodies to mutate with alchemical potions and black magic, turning them into half-human, half-monster mutants—mutant trackers!

The most obvious mutation in mutant trackers is a pair of inhuman golden eyes. When the ambient light is dim, their pupils focus light like a wolf’s, reflecting a faint golden glow.

The female tracker also saw Logan Carter by the window. She bent over, tiptoeing toward Logan Carter. After a few steps, her left leg suddenly gave out, and she half-knelt on the ground, her left hand instinctively supporting herself, her right hand clutching her abdomen.

Logan Carter could clearly see blood constantly dripping from between the female tracker’s right fingers. There was blood at the corner of her mouth, several scratches on her face, and her old leather armor was now covered with many new tears.

He said softly, “You’re hurt, and badly!”

“I know.” The female tracker panted low, rested for a moment, then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up again. But her right hand remained pressed tightly to the wound on her abdomen. As if afraid Logan Carter would worry, she explained, “Vampire nails are very sharp and thin. I was lucky not to be hit in a vital spot, so it’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine in half a day.”

If Logan Carter were an ordinary person, he might have believed her. But he wasn’t. In the game, he was a master tracker, and on Earth, he was a top student with a wealth of knowledge.

He looked at the location of the female tracker’s wound and said quietly, “You have five puncture wounds. Three of them might really be fine, but two are in your stomach. You just vomited blood, which means your stomach was pierced. Even with a mutated, enhanced body, a perforated stomach is a very serious injury. You need to rest immediately!”

“Why are you so long-winded?” the female tracker grunted impatiently.

She had already walked up to Logan Carter, took a few sharp breaths, glanced at the crazed vampire outside the window, raised her eyebrows, and praised, “It really is mandrake poison. Kid, not bad!”

By the moonlight outside the window, Logan Carter could now see the tracker’s appearance clearly. Just as the vampire had said, she really was a beautiful girl.

She looked very young, with a hint of childishness still on her face. Judging by her looks, she couldn’t be older than 20. She had thick black hair and delicate features, but there was nothing weak about her—especially those upturned, sword-like eyebrows that gave her a heroic air. She was tall, about 1.85 meters, with a slender, curvy figure. Perhaps due to her mutation, her skin was dazzlingly white—not a sickly pallor, but a healthy jade-like tone. This body, as flawless as white jade, was wrapped in battered leather armor, like a pearl covered in dust.

Logan Carter had seen all kinds of beauties on the internet back on Earth and had even dated two beautiful girlfriends. He considered himself to have unshakable self-control, but now he found himself momentarily stunned: ‘Damn vampire actually told the truth for once—what a beautiful girl!’

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Chapter 6 Escape

“How’s your injury?”

The female tracker didn’t notice anything odd about Logan Carter’s expression. She stepped forward, grabbed Logan Carter’s head, gently turned it to the side, then pulled away the cloth pressed to his neck and began to examine his wound.

After a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Kid, you’re lucky. The bite isn’t too deep.”

As she spoke, she smoothed out the cloth, took out a small bottle from somewhere, squeezed a blob of dark green gel onto the cloth, and pressed it firmly to Logan Carter’s neck wound.

“Hiss~~~ so cool~”

Logan Carter felt a cool sensation on the wound, and the burning pain instantly faded. He sniffed the scent—it was invigorating, with a faint snake-like musk. Memories of alchemy from the game surfaced in his mind, and he blurted out, “Plantain, snake oil, mint leaves... This is green crystal ointment, right? It stops bleeding and promotes healing?”

In the game, to deal with powerful monsters, every tracker had to master a variety of skills. Basic alchemy, herb identification, making healing salves—these were all fundamental.

Logan Carter himself liked to get to the bottom of things, especially reading the descriptions and notes for all kinds of items in the game. In this life, he’d gained even more practical alchemy experience, so when he saw the real-life potion, he immediately guessed its name.

“Hmm?” The female tracker gave Logan Carter a surprised look. “You’re pretty young, but you sure know a lot.”

With that, she stepped forward, and with a motion like picking up a rabbit, she hoisted Logan Carter onto her shoulder. “I’m taking you out of here now. Don’t make a sound!”

She didn’t give Logan Carter a chance to object, turned, and strode toward the alchemy room’s main door. After a few steps, her knee buckled again. She staggered, barely managing to steady herself, her left hand pressed tightly to her abdominal wound, blood once again seeping from the corner of her mouth.