“Laun, congratulations on your successful job acquisition. Your [Windwalker] class is compatible with a wide range of alchemical plant materials. Our main target this time is the 'Lightning Lizard' or the 'Cave Horned Hound.' There are quite a few of these two kinds of magical creatures in the shallow parts of the caverns. As long as you have some luck, the chances of getting cursed materials are high..."

"That's right. If we happen to encounter the 'Beast King,' we might even be lucky enough to extract 'Silver Quality' cursed materials. Then, if we get the guild's mechanic to help refine it, Deputy Laun, you'll be able to become a formal professional."

"Boss, brothers, don't make fun of me. Buying the job materials and that plant equipment blueprint has almost used up all my savings. If I don't get anything this time, I'll really be broke..."

"Haha, don't worry, Deputy Laun. If you become a professional, your combat power will soar. The initial investment will soon pay off, and we'll have to rely on you to take care of us then..."

"..."

This was a fully armed hunting team of eight people.

They chose to camp in the architectural ruins of a dilapidated watchtower. The location of this camp was also conveniently on a road that Suren's map showed was a must-pass.

While they were chatting, a team member on guard duty suddenly noticed an unusual movement deep in the cave and called out softly, "Everyone be careful, someone's coming!"

......

The pace of travel in the dark cave was not fast; it was estimated that it would take another four or five days to reach the "city" where the original owner had come from.

But Suren's situation wasn't very good.

His food was almost exhausted. If he didn't get any more supplies, he would probably try hunting some cave monsters for food.

But drinking water was a big problem.

Suren originally thought that there was an ecosystem underground, so water shouldn't be scarce.

He had been walking in the cave for many days and had found a few puddles and seeps in the rock crevices. But All-Knowing Eye identified them all as "contaminated water" of varying degrees, and drinking it would lead to mutation.

Suren vaguely understood why the water in Baldy’s storage ring was so murky, yet still drinking water.

Compared to mutation, murkiness was acceptable.

Suren originally hoped to meet some people, buy some drinking water, and ask about the situation. But clearly, meeting anyone in this remote cave wasn't a good option for asking directions or buying water.

But now, he had encountered such a hunting team.

Having seen the ruthlessness of Baldy and his crew, Suren didn't imagine the people of this world to be very kind.

But he had no choice but to risk contacting this team.

Because they had also discovered him.

Clearly, there was also someone in the other party who was good at long-range perception. And even before Suren saw them, they had already aimed their guns at him.

Suren's eyesight was amazing. When he saw the sniper on the high watchtower had already set up his sniper rifle and aimed at him, he had no intention of resisting at all. He raised his hands, indicating that he had no intention of drawing a weapon.

And around his waist, a wooden box hung, and with a slight touch, the puppet inside would fall out.

Eight people, two snipers, and six in the camp...

Suren observed and had a rough idea in his mind.

The range of the [Rune Strange Puppet] was only ten meters. Walking these hundreds of meters was nerve-wracking.

But if he chose to run, the snipers on the other side would probably shoot him like they were playing whack-a-mole.

As he walked, he shouted loudly, "I have no malice... I just want to trade for some food and water."

.......

"Boss, it's a human, not a strange creature."

"Yeah, looks like a lone unlucky guy."

"Hey... that kid's red handgun around his waist, could it be the famous gun [Three-Headed Ghost]? Isn't that the sidearm of Ivan 'Iron Head' of the Crow Gang..."

"Yeah, I saw it too. 'Iron Head' Ivan is not someone to be trifled with..."

"..."

The team that was camping in the ruins of the watchtower was clearly curious about meeting a lone human here.

After seeing that the "baldy" didn't make any dangerous moves, they let him walk over.

That's right, that "baldy" was Suren.

Without plastic surgery, how could he quickly change his facial features?

Suren's highly recognizable handsome face, he worried that the troubles of his predecessor would burn him.

Returning to the city with this appearance was definitely not an option.

Scarring his face would be too deliberate and would attract more attention.

So, he decisively used physical disguise magic - shaving his eyebrows.

If anyone has ever tried it, they would know that the most direct way to make a face suddenly look unfamiliar is to shave off the eyebrows. It is definitely a disfiguring level of disguise, and it takes effect very quickly.

Moreover, Suren didn't have any idol baggage. For safety's sake, he even shaved his hair as well.

Then he used greasepaint to put on eyeshadow and draw a smoky eye makeup.

He directly transformed from a gentlemanly and handsome young man into a punk mixed-up who looked like a hooligan.

Judging from the clothes and outfits of Baldy and his crew, this dark punk style was not strange in this world, and was even a mainstream trend.

Just like the hunting team in front of Suren, several of them were dressed in this style.

.......

Suren walked to the bottom of the incomplete earth wall, and at least ten guns were pointed at his head.

He didn't know if it was because his understanding of steam machinery was lacking, but he always felt that the equipment of these guys in front of him was not as sophisticated as that of Baldy's group, but it was much more complicated and had a stronger sense of technology.

They were equipped with various long guns and short cannons, strangely shaped mechanical battle knives, mechanical shields, and full-body metal skeletons for load-bearing, as well as backpack-sized steam-powered boilers...

Moreover, what was even more amazing was that the guy who looked like the "captain" actually had two exquisitely crafted steam-powered mechanical arms!

Not the exoskeleton-type mechanical arms like Baldy's, but "mechanical prosthetics" that completely replaced the flesh and blood arms.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong, this is not a magical world, but a cyberpunk world?"

Seeing this, Suren began to doubt his previous speculation.

Perhaps the technology tree of this world had been skewed to the point where they had even developed "prosthetic limb modification," a field with extremely high technical difficulty?

His limited mechanical knowledge left him confused.

This world, which clearly seemed to be a mix of steam technology and magic, how could it be related to high-tech prosthetics that could be driven by nerves?

It was a very strong clash of technological styles, like people in the steam age developing lightsaber technology from Star Wars. Theoretically, this was a technology that was several eras apart.

However, the confusion flashed by.

Suren didn't show too much strangeness on his face.

At this time, the guys on the wall seemed to be very cautious and shouted, "Stop!"

Suren cooperated and stood still.

The captain with the mechanical arm asked, "Who are you?"