A hood made from the head of a huge Snow Plains bear. The fur seems to be possessed by some ghost or deity, making it invulnerable to physical attacks.

The hunters' rule for surviving the Snow Plains of Snowland was simple enough — Never go to the south of the mountain during Artaius' hunting season, since that mountain-shaking white bear did not welcome anyone.

As the hunter sent by the association, Hugh went to the south of the mountain after receiving the rescue call. Never did he expect to walk right into an ambush long in the planning.

After waking up from a long shock induced by gunshots, Hugh immediately realized he just barely escaped death. However, he also realized his plight was far from over, for Artaius was staring right at him. Despite the short range and fast pace, some of Artaius' messy attacks were bound to miss… Hugh calmly waited for an opening, then he whipped out his bone blade soaked in poison and jumped up for an extraordinary strike in the blink of an eye. Their positions as the predator and the prey were reverted.

After removing Artaius' head and fur, he managed to survive the first night in snow despite his untreated gunshot wounds.

Days later, the Hunters Association located Artaius' the headless corpse. It was then they realized the hunter who was supposed to die had survived, and an unforeseen avenger was born.

A pair of tactical gloves, on which scaly claws of snowrock lizards are tightly sewn. It can be used to safely climb up and hang on to any wall.

Snowrock lizards lack agility and strength, but they can wait in ambush on a rock for two weeks for the precise moment when their prey lets down its guard, then finally striking a fatal blow.

Registered hunters, however, couldn't wait that long. They decided to march into the snowy mountains to hunt down Hugh and neutralize this approaching threat.

Though there were many exceptionally powerful talents among the registered hunters of the association, they were never comrades who had each other's back. Hunters congregated only for the hefty prize of the bounty, and would betray one another without hesitation for the right price. After all, anything could happen on these desolate plains… As long as the old hunter Hugh was taken care of, everyone would earn more bounty. That was their consensus, for which they paid the price.

Hugh made more than enough preparations. Hunting the top hunters would be no easier a task than hunting monsters. Hugh must be more patient than ever, for patience was always the most valued trait in a hunter.

Before long, the number of registered hunters in the Hunters Association began to dwindle, for the horror known as Hugh the Undead was spreading.

A cloak made from the fine scales of the Ice Dragon, nearly invisible under the brilliant refraction of light.

A pair of enhanced power boots wrapped in soft elk fur. With these, the hunter will only leave shallow footprints behind in the Snow Plains.