"But if it's that WebNovel, then… who am I… hmm…"
Jason tapped his chin like he was some evil mastermind.
"Aha! Of course! I know a way!"
He raised his finger to the sky as if declaring a divine revelation.
"All I have to do is reach into my pocket… and summon the H.I.S!"
The H.I.S, or Hunter's Identification Seal, was basically a smart card, more like an ID card issued by the Holy Confederation. Every single vampire hunter in this Wild West got one.
The card was said to magically track vampire kill counts and even glow when near bloodsuckers. To Jason, this wasn't just an ID—it was proof of destiny.
In reality, it was just the author's cheap way of introducing magic to the readers in chapter 3 of [The Man Who Burned the Night].
"Obviously, I should have one…"
The thought that he might not be a vampire hunter at all? Ha! Preposterous! How could Heaven's Chosen NOT be a vampire hunter? Was the sky blue? Was sand sandy? Obviously, he had to be one.
