[Wait!] Vinelord suddenly spoke up. [I can sense someone very powerful nearby—a source of truly extraordinary energy.]
Zeka grinned. "A Lord?"
[Possibly. But his physical strength seems terrifying. I can even smell the richness of his blood.]
"Let's go!" Zeka laughed. "An appetizer before the main course."
To Zeka, a Lord was nothing more than a walking permanent buff.
His sense of humanity seemed to be gradually eroding.
He looked in the direction Vinelord had indicated and immediately dashed forward at incredible speed.
…
In the distance, Alex was sitting on a tall tree branch, absorbing energy crystals he had gathered.
Since returning to this world, he felt it had become far easier to find resources.
In just a few days, his strength had nearly doubled compared to before.
"Just give me a bit more time, and I'll become unbeatable in this region," Alex muttered.
