Superhunt

Chapter 36: "How many times have I been killed now?"

Jonathan discovered an awkward fact during his repeated super ability training: if he didn't wear clothes, the volume of objects he could carry would increase.

He discovered this because he managed to obtain an expired firefighter's mask from the community guard. He wanted to use it to fully cover his face without any blind spots so that he wouldn't expose his face during his actions.

Jonathan planned to wear long clothes to cover his body when he was in action. He had prepared the clothes, put on the mask, and tried to travel while holding the weapon. However, the long-handled boning knife he prepared couldn't be carried; only a smaller dagger barely worked.

Later, he tried to adjust his clothes and items and finally concluded that clothes were also included in the volume of objects that could be carried while traveling. To carry more weapons, he had to wear less clothing and carry less equipment.

Indeed, he couldn't have high expectations for an E-level super ability. It would be nice to have a gun at this time. Guns are small, lightweight, easy to carry, and can be taken smoothly during shadow travel.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get a gun, so he had to focus on other weapons. Jonathan couldn't abandon his clothes and mask disguise; he had to find suitable weapons. He took a piece of paper and listed the options: switchblades, tri-edged spikes, Swiss army knives, butterfly knives, daggers... these weapons were of the perfect size and had decent lethality.

After writing down the list of weapons, Jonathan looked up their prices. Well, they were a bit expensive, so he could only shift his focus to kitchen knives. High-quality kitchen knives were also very sharp, with good strength and toughness.

He carefully examined the knives, and before paying, he asked the store clerk, "Do these knives easily roll or chip their edges?"

Clerk: "Our knives are made of high-quality materials, so they don't easily roll or chip their edges."

Jonathan: "How about cutting meat?"

Clerk: "Incredibly smooth."

Jonathan: "And chopping bones?"

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Clerk: "I would recommend not chopping large bones, as knives need maintenance. However, the effect of deboning along the bone seems to be top-notch! Everyone who has used it says it's great!"

Jonathan: "How about the connection between the blade and the handle? Will it come loose?"

Clerk: "No customer has ever reported such a situation. Our connection process between the handle and the blade is top-notch in the industry. Please rest assured and buy with confidence!"

Jonathan was satisfied and paid cheerfully.

Jonathan jogged along the river embankment for two consecutive days in the dim morning light. He panted and ran 5 kilometers, followed by basic joint and limb stretching exercises to help his body adapt to high-intensity exercise.

After the workout, Jonathan sat in the rest area, massaging his muscles. An old man nearby was listening to the local radio station's morning news on a radio, which happened to be broadcasting the suspect's whereabouts in the believer's murder case.

"...It is reported that the suspect has fled to San Diego..." Upon hearing the news broadcast, Jonathan was stunned.

San Diego was the city he lived in. What a coincidence!

At this moment, Jonathan didn't feel surprised or panicked; on the contrary, he was joyful. He had a marvelous feeling of being a hunter sharpening his knife, only for the prey to willingly come to his doorstep.

The old man in the sweatshirt wondered, "How has this guy not been caught yet? "

"Who knows? Well, we'd better not go out too much these days. The murderer has come to our city," the old lady beside him said.

Jonathan stopped listening to the radio and took out his phone to search for the news. As expected, the latest news report was about the suspect fleeing to San Diego. Surveillance cameras captured his tracks, releasing the footage to the public. The suspect wore a baseball cap, dressed, and walked very normally. Nobody could tell that he was a psychopathic lunatic.

He even went to a roadside convenience store to buy a bottle of water and some food with cash, eating as he walked, his expression calm and composed.

The store owner didn't recognize him, but from his facial features, he was indeed the suspect in the cult's murder case.

Jonathan's expression grew serious. The suspect was too calm, not ordinary prey. He knew he had killed someone, but he was not panicked. He knew he was wanted and being pursued but showed no fear. What was even more bizarre to Jonathan was that he had killed his family members, yet he acted as if nothing had happened—almost unnaturally normal.

The more normal the suspect appeared, the more Jonathan felt he was a terrifying madman.

Why did the suspect flee to San Diego?

No... He wasn't fleeing. He didn't show the slightest sign of being on the run. Instead, he seemed to have come to San Diego deliberately... as if he was after something.

Jonathan was startled by his sudden guess, his eyes becoming more serious as he exhaled.

Cross-city murder investigations were much more difficult than local ones. San Diego was Jonathan's home ground, the place he knew best. The suspect's arrival here would make Jonathan's actions much more convenient.

On his way home, Jonathan suddenly had a twisted and chaotic intuition – he felt the suspect in the cult's murder case was for him.

With so many cities available for him to flee to and choose from, why would the suspect come to the city where Jonathan lived?

Jonathan felt a chill run down his spine.

"You have enhanced your inherent talent."

"Your inherent talent, Danger Avoidance, has been upgraded to Absolute Premonition."

"Absolute Premonition: You have repeatedly foreseen the course of fate under the guidance of your intuition. This is a warning from the future, the ultimate sixth sense. You can not only predict and avoid danger but also the elusive and impenetrable fate."

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Semanuick woke up in an abandoned factory in San Diego, his expression gloomy. He got up and kicked a brick before him, biting his finger and pacing nervously, "How many times have I been killed now?"

Was it the third or fourth time? He couldn't quite remember. Multiple deaths had made his memory a bit hazy, a side effect of repeatedly rewinding time.

Semanuick sat down and carefully thought about it. He checked his phone to confirm the date and calculated that this was his fourth death.

Each death left a deep impression on him.

Semanuick's superpower was the cycle of death and rebirth. With each death, his time would rewind to a few days earlier, and as the number of deaths increased, the time frame of each rewind shortened. For example, when he died for the first time, he rewound three days earlier. The second time, he rewound it two days earlier, and the third time was one day earlier.

The first death happened on Monday. He fell off a high-rise building and fell to pieces.

The second time was on Sunday. He firmly believed he was killed the previous time because he wasn't careful enough. If he had been quick enough and prepared to deal with the extraordinary power of shadow traversal, that guy would be no way to defeat him.

However, reality gave Semanuick a hard slap. The man cut his spinal cord, rendering him immobile, dragged him to the window, and threw him off the building again.

The third time was on Saturday. Semanuick knew that the man was looking for him to hunt him down, so he relied on his foresight to wait for him on the man's inevitable path, hoping to ambush him. But the man seemed to have a radar in the back of his head, avoiding Semanuick's lethal attack and taking him down with a counterattack.

Semanuick seriously suspected that the man had a special predilection for abuse. He wouldn't just kill him directly but instead throw him off a building twice in a row! However, he wasn't thrown off the building the third time but was left with a severed spine and kicked into a pond. The man watched as Semanuick sank to the bottom, suffocating to death.

Semanuick had no choice but to beg his all-knowing, omnipotent God for revelation. To obtain enough revelation, Semanuick killed a few more people to offer enough sacrifices to God.

God responded to him.

God told him the general location of the man.

Semanuick was overjoyed and immediately rushed to San Diego, intending to strike first.

However, he died again, still at the hands of that man and still by drowning in a pond.

This time, instead of rewinding to the day before, he woke up on the same day.

If he didn't make any changes, he would still be caught and killed by that male hunter.

His next death was scheduled for tonight!