The four hunting teams finally left the God Gym, moving into the dense jungle filled with distant roars and shaking trees.
Rynar walked at the front of his group, hands in his pockets, a cocky smirk on his face.
Behind him followed several nervous disciples… and one tiny girl skipping lightly beside him, Mersha.
"Senior Brother Rynar," she said gently, "would you like some potion? I brought other prototypes."
Rynar froze mid-step.
He slowly turned toward her with a face full of caution.
"…Please don't."
Mersha blinked. "Why?"
Rynar pointed at her bag like it was a nest of angry snakes.
"From Master's reaction alone, I KNOW your potions are bad news."
Mersha only smiled sweetly.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother. The effects are amazing. And the side effects…"
She tapped her cheek. "…you won't die."
Rynar stopped walking.
The juniors almost bumped into him.
"… We're just beginning the hunt," he said, rubbing his temple. "There's no need for your potions. None. Zero."
