Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher! Chapter 61: Soul Skill

The president studied him carefully.

"You ca all this way solely because of a soul skill?"

"Yes."

The answer ca without hesitation.

The president’s smile slowly faded.

His expression beca thoughtful.

"So that’s your goal."

His fingers lightly tapped against his arm.

"Then I assu you’re interested in making a deal."

Amon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The president was far more intelligent than the others.

He imdiately understood the purpose behind his visit.

"I am."

The room once again fell silent.

Every hunter present focused their attention on the two n.

One was the strongest hunter in Neverland.

The other was the mysterious butcher whose strength had beco the subject of countless rumors.

Neither was willing to waste words.

Neither was interested in aningless formalities.

The president eventually pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Then let’s discuss it."

Amon sat opposite him.

For the first ti since arriving in Neverland, his full attention settled upon the man before him.

The soul skill.

The very reason he had crossed countries in a single step.

Everything would depend on the next few minutes.

The room fell silent once more.

Every gaze remained fixed on the two n seated opposite one another.

The president rested his clasped hands on the table and studied Amon carefully.

Unlike the others, there was no shock in his eyes.

Only curiosity.

Amon t his gaze calmly.

Neither side looked away.

Several monts passed before the president finally spoke.

"I do possess one."

The words imdiately caused several hunters around the table to tense.

Although they already knew this fact, hearing it spoken so openly still felt unusual.

A soul skill was one of the greatest secrets any nation could possess. After all, it could directly target the soul, an aspect of a hunter that could hardly be defended against.

Yet the president appeared completely unconcerned.

Amon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Can I see it?"

The president laughed.

"You really are straightforward."

His fingers lightly tapped the armrest.

"Before that, I’d like to ask a question."

Amon remained silent.

Taking that as permission, the president continued.

"What exactly are you?"

The room beca noticeably quieter.

Even Levi’s expression stiffened.

The president’s gaze never left Amon.

"A week ago, you were D-rank."

"Now you’re S-rank."

"Moreover, you sensed my arrival before anyone else."

His eyes sharpened.

"Even I can’t understand how that’s possible."

The other hunters unconsciously held their breath.

Truthfully, they wanted the answer as well.

Amon thought for a mont, then his calm voice echoed softly.

"I simply beco stronger. That’s all you need to know."

The answer sounded absurd.

Yet nobody laughed.

Because standing before them was living proof of that absurdity.

The president stared at him for several monts.

Then he unexpectedly smiled.

"I see."

Amon looked at him.

"You believe ?"

The president shrugged.

"Not particularly."

Several hunters nearly choked.

"But I do believe you aren’t lying."

Amon fell silent.

The distinction was subtle.

Yet important.

The president wasn’t accepting the explanation.

He simply believed that Amon didn’t want to reveal the true secrets behind his strength.

And he could understand that much.

The atmosphere relaxed slightly.

The president continued.

"Now then."

His gaze sharpened.

"What exactly do you want from my soul skill?"

Amon answered imdiately.

"To copy it."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Several hunters froze.

The old man’s teacup stopped halfway to his lips.

Levi’s face twitched violently.

The silver-haired woman stared at Amon as though he had gone insane.

Copy it?

A soul skill?

Did he think soul skills were vegetables being sold at a market?

Even the president looked genuinely stunned this ti.

For the first ti since entering the room, he seed speechless.

Amon frowned slightly.

"Is that impossible?"

The president slowly exhaled.

"Under normal circumstances?"

"Yes."

"Then under abnormal circumstances?"

The president looked at him for several seconds.

Then he suddenly began laughing again.

The hunters around the table stared blankly.

Today, their president had laughed more than he had during the previous year.

Finally calming down, he rubbed his forehead.

"You know, most people would try to negotiate first."

"I don’t see the point."

The president nodded.

Fair enough.

His expression gradually beca serious once more.

"Let’s assu for a mont that I allow you to see my soul skill."

"What do I gain?"

Amon beca thoughtful.

This was indeed a problem.

He had beco accustod to taking what he wanted through strength.

Negotiation wasn’t exactly his specialty.

The room quietly watched him think.

A few seconds later, Amon finally spoke.

"What do you need?"

The president’s eyes flickered.

Interesting.

Most powerful hunters attempted to impose conditions.

Amon had instead asked what Neverland lacked.

The president leaned back in his chair.

His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest.

Then a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Coincidentally."

"There is sothing I need."

The room suddenly beca serious.

Even the nine hunters straightened.

Amon noticed the shift imdiately.

"What is it?"

The president’s smile slowly faded.

"Aleron."

The na echoed through the room.

A heavy atmosphere descended.

Amon’s eyes narrowed.

The S-rank dungeon.

The one that had trapped several S-rank hunters for weeks.

The president slowly stood up.

His gaze drifted toward the massive city visible beyond the glass walls.

"For nearly a month, we’ve been fighting inside that dungeon."

"Every day, more monsters appear."

"Every day, we advance."

"Every day, we lose ground again."

His voice grew quieter.

"Aleron is unlike any dungeon we’ve ever encountered."

Amon listened silently.

The president turned around.

For the first ti since entering the room, genuine exhaustion could be seen in his eyes.

"We’ve reached the final region three tis."

"Three tis, we’ve failed."

The room beca deathly still.

The nine hunters lowered their gazes.

So clenched their fists.

Others remained expressionless.

Yet all of them understood the weight behind those words.

They had lost comrades there.

Strong comrades.

The president stared directly at Amon.

"If you’re truly as strong as I think you are."

"Then co with into Aleron."

His voice echoed through the room.

"Help us clear the dungeon."

The atmosphere imdiately tightened.

Every hunter present looked toward Amon.

Waiting.

Watching.

The president t his gaze without flinching.

"In return."

A faint pulse of energy spread from his body.

Ancient.

Mysterious.

Unlike ordinary mana.

The mont Amon sensed it, his eyes narrowed.

His heart skipped a beat.

Soul energy.

The president smiled.

"In return, I’ll show you my soul skill."

For the first ti since entering Neverland, genuine excitent surged through Amon’s chest.

The opportunity had arrived.

Amon’s eyes remained fixed on the president.

The faint traces of soul energy lingering around him were unlike anything he had ever sensed before.

They felt ancient.

Mysterious.

As though they didn’t belong to this world.

For a brief mont, he entertained the thought of killing the president there and then and snatching it from him, but he quickly brushed it aside.

Several monts passed.

Then Amon nodded.

"I accept."

The answer ca without hesitation.

The president wasn’t surprised.

In truth, he would have been more surprised if Amon had refused.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Good."

Levi finally released the breath he had been holding.

The atmosphere around the table eased considerably.

The silver-haired woman crossed her arms.

"So we’re heading back to Aleron?"

The president nodded.

"In a few hours."

Several hunters imdiately frowned.

The tattooed giant spoke first.

"You should rest."

"I already did."

The president’s response was imdiate.

The giant’s expression darkened.

Everyone knew he was lying.

The president had likely spent the last several weeks fighting without proper sleep.

However, nobody continued arguing.

There was little point.

Once he made a decision, changing his mind was nearly impossible.

The old man placed his teacup down.

"Will he be enough?"

The question imdiately drew everyone’s attention.

The president looked toward Amon.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he answered calmly.

"I don’t know."

The room fell silent.

The answer surprised many of them.

The president rarely admitted uncertainty.

"But."

His gaze remained fixed on Amon.

"He’s the first person who’s given hope since this dungeon appeared."

Several hunters froze.

Even Levi’s pupils contracted.

Such praise was unprecedented.

The president wasn’t soone who handed out complints casually.

For him to say sothing like that...

It was enough to show how highly he regarded Amon.

Amon himself remained unmoved.

His thoughts were elsewhere.

Aleron.

And most importantly...

The soul skill.