The second day arrived quietly.
Deep inside the forest, three teams were still moving carefully between trees and broken ground.
They had fought many beasts, gathered plenty of second-realm corpses, and trained nonstop.
But none of them had encountered a third-realm beast yet.
That fact made the mood a little awkward.
Rynar wiped sweat from his neck and clicked his tongue.
"Tch… Don't tell me we're going back empty-handed."
One of the inner disciples glanced at him nervously.
"S-Senior Brother… We did kill a lot of second-realm ones."
Rynar crossed his arms.
"I know. But I awakened a [Unique Physique]. If I come back without a third-realm corpse, the girls will laugh at me for a year."
Not far away, in another part of the forest, Rynor kicked a rock in frustration.
"This is bad," he muttered. "Real bad."
Seira glanced at him from the side. "You're noisy."
Rynor sighed.
