Inside a cave, Gregory accumulated all of the magical beasts that he hunted in the forest of Wayland which he was currently residing in, and tore opened those monsters' bodies with his sharp claw.
Blood spilled out of it coating the entire ground. He indifferently continued digging the creature's bodies one by one and removed the power orbs inside them.
Prescott glanced at Gregory with his lazy eyes and smirked "Is this really, necessary Gregory?"
Gregory glanced at the latter with dead eyes "You wouldn't understand because you are already an immortal beastman" then he lowered his eyes and spoke as he continued his work "But it is not the same for me, I age even if I'm a five-star marked beastman. These power orbs are necessary for me to cross that level as soon as possible"
Prescott squinted his eyes and asked "I get your logic, but I don't understand your reason to do this unnaturally even if you can accomplish it with proper training"
