Under the moonlight, a breeze blew past, rustling the leaves.

At that moment, Scarred Rabbit, who claimed to be the strongest, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke again:

“Alright, everyone, you should know that only the Supervisor knows the final location of the Treasure Map!”

“And now, the rift has distorted. That means it’s going to be even more dangerous than you imagined. As the Supervisor, I can give you information, I can protect your safety—I’m your shield!”

“After all, surviving three days is also a way to clear the rift, isn’t it?”

“Now then, is there anyone else willing to pay the entry fee? This is your last chance—miss it and it’s gone.”

Thinking about all that money, a cold smirk curled at the corner of Scarred Rabbit’s lips.

His method was arrogant and crude—but effective.

With the distortion level rising, many participants had shifted their goal from “leaving with loot” to simply “leaving alive.”

Paying the entry fee meant joining the Black Rabbit Gang, which improved one’s odds of survival.

As long as enough people paid, the Black Rabbit Gang could take full control of the rift’s order.

By then, without lifting a finger, everything in the rift would belong to them!

Scarred Rabbit stretched out his hand, making a money-asking gesture:

“Five hundred thousand Bay Coins per ticket. No cash? Equipment collateral accepted.”

Five hundred thousand!

Chen Qi didn’t have that kind of cash on him at all.

That was already a hefty amount.

And if they paid once, there’d be a second time.

Money didn’t grow on trees. Many still refused to pay.

Why is no one paying? Scarred Rabbit’s mouth twitched—he’d forgotten to plant some shills.

No choice—he had to find a soft target on the spot.

He scanned the solo hunters nearby.

That one’s too buff. That one looks too mean. Holy sh*t, what’s up with the squirming on that cloaked one’s head?!

You’ll do! Totally average-looking—definitely a newbie who just entered the rift!

Scarred Rabbit’s keen eyes locked onto Chen Qi.

“Tch...”

Chen Qi was speechless.

Out of all these people, why did this guy have to single him out?

Scarred Rabbit walked up to him and barked:

“You came alone, huh? Not easy. Hand over that Collector in your hand as your entry fee.

That way, you become one of us—the Black Rabbit Gang.

Not a bad deal, right?”

“Not bad?”

Not bad, my *ss!

Trying to swap a fake ticket for a real gun?

Chen Qi’s eyes narrowed. He had zero interest in joining a gang.

Still, as a Stealth Path player, he didn’t want to make a move just yet.

He’d wait until the crowd dispersed—then his advantage would be greater.

But just as Chen Qi was about to refuse, the situation flipped.

Scarred Rabbit was about to escalate his threat when a loud voice exploded from behind him.

“Move it! You’re blocking my f**king view!”

“Who the hell just shouted at me?!”

Scarred Rabbit spun around, ready to beat someone senseless.

The one who’d yelled wasn’t just anyone—it was the rift’s boss, the Old Hunter!

The Old Hunter raised his rifle and pointed it straight at Scarred Rabbit:

“Scram.”

Scarred Rabbit’s eyes flashed with fury. He gritted his teeth and growled:

“You... tell me to scram... and I’ll...”

His legs trembled, but he bit the bullet and obediently stepped away from Chen Qi.

Now, the Old Hunter could properly take a look at Chen Qi:

“Not bad, kid. You’ve got the scent of a hunter. You qualify to be the Supervisor.”

Me?

I’m the Supervisor?

Chen Qi hadn’t expected the Old Hunter to choose him.

He remembered that the selection was based on gear and physical strength.

Though he had solid stats, unlike the other fully armed participants, he hadn’t drawn his Black Blade from his Backpack Card—only the Collector was visible.

That he was chosen was indeed a surprise.

Was it because of Hunter Ember? Chen Qi wondered.

Everyone turned toward him with reverent looks.

Being picked as Supervisor by the Old Hunter was proof of strength!

Scarred Rabbit was dumbfounded. He’d spent all that effort picking an easy target—only to end up poking the toughest guy here.

Before the crowd could even process the twist, the Old Hunter spoke again:

“However, there’s another qualified monster among us! Seems like this time, we’ll need a second Supervisor.”

What? Another Supervisor?!

Two Supervisors?! That had never happened in a Hunting Ground dungeon before!

Double oversight? Who could take that?!

Many were already drenched in sweat. The rift’s distortion was bad enough—and now this?

All they’d wanted was to run a normal rift and make some decent coin.

“Oh?”

Scarred Rabbit, who had just given up, suddenly lit up.

He felt like something was off—turns out, there were two Supervisor slots!

Could this one be mine? He straightened his clothes, ready to make a “Supervisor speech.”

Chen Qi let out a long breath and looked at the cloaked woman beside him.

Sure enough...

He’d known from the start this cloaked woman wasn’t ordinary.

Since earlier, she’d been wearing a faint smile.

The Old Hunter bent down slightly and stepped forward, speaking to her with a hint of reverence:

“Honored lady, you are more than qualified to be a Supervisor. Your strength is unquestionable, even in our humble domain.

But... may I ask you to show us the face beneath your cloak?”

Respectful tone!

Everyone’s eyes widened.

The Old Hunter’s voice clearly carried humility—

The humility of a small figure bowing to a mighty presence!

This was the rift boss talking!

Just who was this cloaked woman?!

And why the hell was her cloak moving? Did she stuff hamsters inside?

Don’t tell me she’s... Chen Qi’s instincts screamed danger.

“Sigh... looks like I have no choice.”

The cloaked woman paused for a few seconds, wiped the smile from her face, and let out a helpless sigh.

She walked slowly toward a large rock—then suddenly yanked off her cloak and tossed it back.

The cloak flew through the air.

When it hit the ground, flower petals drifted onto Chen Qi’s face.

In the next second, his eyes widened.

Beneath the cloak wasn’t squirming flesh or creepy bugs. On the contrary, it was stunningly beautiful flowers—fragrant and vibrant.

Fresh scars covered her fair limbs, and from those blood-tinged wounds, roses of breathtaking beauty bloomed.

From blood and scar—flowers bloomed.

She stepped atop the rock, turned, and slowly sat down, crossing her fair legs and exhaling softly.

Now, her face—hidden until now—was revealed to all.

Countless flowers grew from her head, completely obscuring the upper half of her face.

But even from the visible lower half, her pale skin and delicate features radiated a beauty that defied humanity—ethereal and youthful.

“What... what is she?”

Crushing spiritual pressure, otherworldly beauty—everyone at the scene was seized by a speechless fear.

A terrifying aura, like a towering mountain, bore down on them!

Many began to back away, step by step.

This clearly wasn’t a normal human! And certainly not the pressure of a mere Tier 1 Transcendent!

“Who are you... and what do you want from us?”

A tall, serious-faced hunter summoned his courage to ask.

And immediately regretted it. How dare he question someone with this kind of presence?!

She tilted her head slightly:

“Mmm, there’s no need to back away. No need to fear. I’m just a foreign apothecary. You may call me—the Floral Apothecary.”

Under the moonlight, the breeze stirred her long hair, carrying a gentle floral fragrance.

She smiled, and the little yellow flower atop her head twitched slightly:

“Of course, you may also call me by my other title in the Witch’s Sea—The Floral Witch.”