Chapter Sixty-Six: Rising Fame

Harvey slipped into the void with a single movement, passing straight through the warship’s armor. As Harvey entered, Brighton instinctively took a few steps back.

“A transfer, is it? I’ll inform High Command,” Brighton said. “Your payment will be given to you in full, not a single credit less.” At that moment, facing this bounty hunter named Kassadin, Brighton’s words carried not a trace of disrespect.

After all, anyone who could kill the World-Ending Behemoth was, in his eyes, nothing short of a monster himself. Even though Kassadin had said he would not harm him, standing before a being he could not comprehend, Brighton’s body betrayed his fear—his instincts demanded he retreat, no matter how much he willed himself not to.

Harvey could clearly see the fear emanating from the man before him and realized that now was not the right moment to spread the Void directly. So, after giving Brighton a glance, he said nothing more. He simply gathered up dozens of chunks of the behemoth’s flesh and left.

The life energy in this monstrous creature was staggering—the highest Harvey had ever encountered. This meant that by consuming it, he could obtain an enormous number of evolution points. Even though there were parts of the creature so revolting that Harvey could barely stomach the thought, setting aside those nauseating sections, the behemoth—over a thousand meters long—still provided plenty of edible meat.

Harvey departed the warship and found a large restaurant on the planet Kirf to help him process the food. The appearance of his prey so startled the entire kitchen staff that they were momentarily frozen in shock. Once they learned they needed only prepare the meat, excluding the tentacles, organs, and head, they immediately set to work.

After more than an hour, thanks to the skillful cooking and roasting, the meat’s appearance was far more appetizing. It took Harvey two hours to finish just one massive chunk—yet that single portion netted him 530,000 evolution points. He couldn’t help but marvel; it was indeed a planetary-level disaster creature.

Excluding the sickening head, tentacles, stomach, and innards, there were still twenty-seven pieces left—enough for him to evolve nine times in succession. Harvey was more than satisfied, though he figured it would take him a day or two to finish the meal. Fortunately, he was in no hurry and could take his time.

While Harvey was enjoying his feast, news spread like wildfire across Kirf: the World-Ending Behemoth was dead.

Once the broodmother was slain, eliminating the remaining hives was just a matter of time. Within the Kirf Confederation, one important figure after another watched the transmitted video feeds and began to seriously inquire about the details. When they learned that this godlike being was a bounty hunter named Kassadin, many began plotting how to recruit or befriend him.

Money was not their problem; what they lacked was decisive, overwhelming power. But first, they made sure the payment was transferred to Kassadin immediately. Brighton’s report had made it clear that this man despised broken contracts and demanded the one hundred million credit payment without delay.

Other affairs could be muddled or funds diverted elsewhere, but on this matter, not one dared delay—not even for ten or fifteen days. This was a man who could slay the World-Ending Behemoth; to anger him might bring true annihilation to Kirf.

Not only was the money transferred quickly, but they also gave him the highest possible commendation, hoping to leave Kassadin with a favorable impression of Kirf for future cooperation.

After the transfer, the Kirf Confederation announced to the public that the behemoth was dead.

As the chefs prepared Harvey’s meal, they watched the news broadcasts describing the monster’s appearance and size. Looking down at the meat before them, someone exclaimed, “Are we really cooking the World-Ending Behemoth?”

Their faces shifted with a mix of excitement and astonishment—this was something beyond belief.

“Looks like we are.”

“I was wondering when Kirf ever had such a colossal creature.”

“So that means the bounty hunter who killed the behemoth is eating in one of our private rooms right now?”

“Everyone, do your best! This is the sort of story we’ll be bragging about for the rest of our lives!”

Every chef in the kitchen had at least twenty years of experience. They had cooked countless exotic creatures, but never imagined they would one day prepare a dish from Kirf’s most hated planetary catastrophe.

Knowing the true identity of their catch, they threw themselves into their work with newfound zeal, eager to showcase every culinary skill they possessed.

Opportunities like this came only once in a lifetime, and it would become their greatest tale for colleagues far and wide.

Even after removing the inedible parts, the behemoth’s sheer size was terrifying, and special tools were required just to carve the meat. Even with twenty seasoned chefs, preparing the creature was a Herculean effort, but no one complained of exhaustion—they worked with infectious enthusiasm.

Within just a few hours, everyone on Kirf had heard the name Kassadin. The Confederation’s bounty notice was no secret; over the years, they had seen many bounty hunters from other worlds. Most locals considered these efforts a waste of money, as none had yielded results.

But now that a hunter had actually slain the World-Ending Behemoth, the people felt awe and curiosity, eager to know the true nature of this Kassadin.

And it wasn’t just the Kirf Confederation that was stirred—the entire bounty hunting world was thrown into an uproar.

In the bounty hunter community, even if a Grade Three mission was beyond one’s abilities, most would at least review the details. Some Grade Three missions could be completed by enough Grade Two hunters working together. But there were also tasks so daunting that even a coalition would fail.

Many bounty hunters, especially those just starting, had accepted support missions from Kirf and were familiar with the restrictions on heavy weaponry. Thus, most were well aware of just how daunting the seemingly simple “exterminate the broodmother” mission truly was.

Now, however, the bounty board showed an update: the broodmother extermination mission was complete, accomplished single-handedly by a Grade Two hunter named Kassadin.

Who was Kassadin? Most had never heard of him—until they learned that he had only joined the hunters’ ranks the day before. At that, everyone was stunned.

In just two days, he had completed one Grade Two and one Grade Three mission—both notoriously troublesome disaster elimination tasks.

It was clear to all: a true force had emerged in the bounty hunting world, and his name was Kassadin.