Chapter - 92
"That was it?" Leo muttered, kicking a severed hand away from his boot, "A thousand mobs and no boss loot? Just a few thousand EXP?"
Leo flicked his wrist, sending a glob of black ichor flying off his Frost-Edge Longsword. He looked around at the carnage.
Piles of dead mutilated undead littered the ground, creating a carpet of gore that squelched under his boots.
He felt cheated. For this much work, he would have gotten drops, chest, maybe even rare items. But no! here he had done all the work for a bunch of trash experience points.
Before he could complain to Aiva, a sharp, cold pain spiked at the base of his skull.
DING!
[System Alert: Predator's Instincts Activated]
[Threat Level: HIGH]
Leo froze. The threat level had just increased. He wasn't wrong, it was just Round 1. There was someone else pulling the strings.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Slow, loud applause echoed from the darkness of the forest.
"Impressive," a smooth voice called out, "Truly very impressive."
