In This Broken World, Even the Rain Is Colored

Mu Yan, male, 0.6 Bat, hunter in area A (not organized). Skills: Kill monsters, self-heal, silent. Assets: A chipped sword, an abandoned drying room, a jar of gold coins that I never count but I know the exact number. Life motto: Gold coins don't bite, but rewards are clearly marked. He lives in a dream-like world - pink water, pink clouds, towering trees, flowers and plants everywhere. Sounds romantic, right? Romance cannot be eaten for food. His daily job: go to the snow to find monsters, kill monsters, and drag monsters back to exchange for gold coins. Then go back to drink water, close the door, pin the door with a wooden stick, and wait for dawn. Business has not been very good recently. There is an abyss in the south that sprouts twisted monsters, and in the east there is something called ozone that pours rain without magic on the ground. Area E is about to be flooded, Area G is about to become a restricted area, and the gang of hunter-killers in Area F are killing Origin Beasts every day in order to evolve, killing themselves and turning them into monsters. The administrator of the bounty column shouted "I'm just going offline" all day long. Mu Yan doesn't care about this. He only cares whether there is a new list on the bounty column, whether the sword can still be sharpened, and whether he has enough energy to make another trip. Then a spine sword flew out of his house and shattered his door. The door is made of wood and is very thick. Breaking means: this person's bat value is at least higher than him. The master of the sword sat in his chair. "Hello," the man said. Mu Yan didn't want to answer. I don't want to explode gold coins today, I want to explode something else today.