On the wooden desk, an imposing stack of crisp banknotes, totaling a staggering one million dollars, was prominently placed.

The sight of such vast wealth, gained through years of dedication and hard work, evoked a mix of emotions within me.

As I reflected upon my 15-year career, which had been dedicated to saving countless lives, I couldn't help but ponder the true value of my contributions. Within this powerful symbol of financial success lay the culmination of my efforts and the recognition of the sect leader himself.

Yet a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. While the leader expressed his remorse for my decision to step down from my position, I couldn't help but question the sincerity behind his words.

The thought echoed in my mind: "If he truly feels regretful, why didn't he show it by offering a more substantial reward?" This lingering doubt overshadowed the perceived worth of the monetary compensation before me.

The pile of cash served as a stark reminder that the value placed on my years of service might not align with my own perception.

As the person left, I leaned back and pondered the future.

"Ha,what do I do now?"

I looked at the position where my heart was. All because "he" sent me 'there'. Returning from' there', I did my usual checkup. It was then that the doctor identified a strange object in my chest.

I remained composed when the doctor told me that they couldn't predict when I could live.

"Those lucky bastards. They can live peacefully and get stronger without any consequences.

[Breaking News! The death of 11th ranker Roger Armstrong The family will receive 10 billion dollars from the IHS to apologise and show their regret.

"Fuck…"

I can't help but feel bitter towards those who are healthy and able to live their lives without any hindrances. It's unfair that they get to enjoy their existence while I'm stuck here, struggling to survive each day.

The news of Roger Armstrong's death only adds insult to injury. The fact that his family will receive such a large sum of money as an apology from the IHS is a slap in the face.

It's hard not to feel envious of his situation, even though he's no longer alive. At least he had the chance to fight for something and go out with a bang, unlike me, who's slowly deteriorating due to some unknown object in my chest.

I'd rather die on the battlefield than suffer like this, but unfortunately, that option isn't available to me. All I can do is try my best to stay strong and hope for a miracle.

"I'm going to indulge in a life of opulence and extravagance with the considerable sum of money in my possession."

With this firm resolution in mind, I wasted no time and promptly completed the necessary paperwork to be discharged from the hospital.

It was a solemn moment, as it had become all too familiar for hunters like myself to meet their untimely demise away from the confines of a medical facility.

However, amidst this prevailing indifference, I found solace in the proximity of my residence to the hospital—a mere five-minute walk separated the two.

Although it was a short distance in theory, the exhaustion enveloping my weary body made the journey seem arduous.