Forsyx stood before the carcasses of the group of Ratipers with regret.
He hadn't brought any player with the Butcher skill from the guild, as he had come here to practice his own skills.
Still, it stung that he was wasting money.
It might not be a large sum, but he cared about every extra coin.
Soon, all the bodies disintegrated.
Ding!
YouhavekilledRatiper!×4You have killed Ratiper! ×4YouhavekilledRatiper!×4
Youhaveleveledup.You have leveled up.Youhaveleveledup.
Youhaveleveledup.You have leveled up.Youhaveleveledup.
Forsyx just glanced at his status—he had already hit the level 15 mark.
He cleaned both of his butcher knives and started looking for his next prey.
It wasn't long before he spotted another 2-meter Ratiper on the ground.
It was a really interesting monster, with eight massive legs, each ending in pointed tips.
It looked like someone had stabbed those eight legs into the chunky body of a giant rat.