NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 313 313: The Hunt - 1

Oliver's mind raced with the recent influx of information as he watched his instructor depart. Snapping out of his daze, he quickly followed. Emerging from the room, they stood before what appeared to be an abandoned cabin, enveloped by a dense, verdant forest.

Trees and untamed vegetation stretched endlessly in every direction, with nothing but wilderness as far as the eye could see.

He drew in a deep breath of the crisp air, the clean sensation filling his lungs—a refreshing contrast to the city's pervasive pollution. The forest exuded a vibrant, revitalizing aroma, unlike the chemical-laden or exhaust-fumed air of urban life.

As his eyes adjusted to the gloom surrounding the cabin, he noticed the sky beginning to lighten. Dawn was imminent.

A new day was on the horizon. Oliver could only hope it wouldn't be his last.

"Take this." A sharp object was suddenly pressed into his hand, pulling him from his thoughts.

He looked down, finding himself holding a dagger crafted from dark, metallic material. Its long, elegantly curved blade gave it a distinctive appearance.

"Your initial trial is to hunt and kill one of the wild beasts in this forest for sustenance," the masked figure instructed. "Failure means you go without eating."

Oliver found himself fixated on the dagger, still processing the stark command.

Kill a wild animal? It seemed straightforward enough. Surely there were ample creatures to hunt, and he wasn't entirely untrained; Elle had imparted sufficient self-defense skills, including weapon handling.

Yet, an undercurrent of unease permeated the situation.

He couldn't pinpoint the source of his apprehension, but a premonition suggested the task wouldn't be simple. Perhaps it was his unfamiliarity with taking a life, or maybe the surreal, dreamlike quality of his surroundings. Regardless, the truth would soon be revealed.

"Heed this, boy. All actions carry weight, and consequences will always follow. Remember that your destiny rests solely in your own hands." The man's voice was grave as he gestured towards a particular direction. "Your quarry awaits there. Slay it and return its carcass for preparation. Maintain absolute stealth, lest you become the prey instead of the predator."

Without a backward glance, the instructor vanished, leaving Oliver alone with a singular objective: to hunt and kill a wild creature before nightfall.

The moment the masked man dissolved into the thick woods, Oliver took a few tentative steps forward, his grip on the dagger firm. His gaze followed the indicated direction, and he began his trek.

The air hummed with the morning chorus of birds and insects as the forest stirred to life. Oliver proceeded with caution, his senses on high alert, striving to remain undetected.

Each sound caused him to tense, freezing in place, anticipating the sudden appearance of a predator ready to strike.

The surrounding wilderness felt intensely alive, amplifying his awareness of every phenomenon. This heightened state, however, also bred a growing paranoia with every rustle of leaves and snap of a twig.

He continued his slow, deliberate advance, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of potential prey.

After an eternity it seemed, Oliver's eyes landed on a wild boar, a few yards distant. It was foraging, its snout snuffling and grunting against the earth.

The boar was considerable in size and exuded an aura of aggression, its loud, irritated snorts echoing through the trees. Oliver held his breath, uncertain of his next move. Should he charge immediately, or wait for a closer approach to avoid triggering its alarm?

He opted for the latter, crouching low behind a nearby thicket. He watched as the boar continued its methodical digging, oblivious to the hunter tracking it.

Time stretched on as Oliver waited, a knot of anxiety tightening within him. He understood the gravity of any misstep, the dire repercussions of failure, and thus, he exerted every effort to maintain composure and execute his inaugural hunt flawlessly.

Yet, the prolonged wait only amplified his growing unease. The urge to act, to seize the potential reward within reach, warred with the necessity of restraint for various critical reasons.A gnawing frustration simmered within Oliver, amplified by the immense pressure he was under. Despite his efforts to push it aside, the feeling persisted, a relentless drumbeat in his mind.The deep-seated impulse to advance and conclude this entire ordeal without further delay continuously gnawed at his thoughts. Each passing second, devoid of any discernible change, only escalated his vexation.However, after what felt like an eternity, a shift occurred. The boar lifted its head, surveyed its surroundings, and then began to amble in Oliver's direction.A wave of relief surged through him as he observed the beast drawing nearer, all while he remained concealed behind the sturdy trunk of a tree.'I can do this...' Oliver reassured himself, his voice a mere whisper in the quiet woods.