Chapter 11: A wonderful feeling
Monsters and artifacts found in dungeons can be categorized into seven grades. The first grade is the highest and the seventh the lowest.
The monsters released into the wilderness are in the seventh grade, the lowest, and something an average force user should handle.
But not all of the children are average; most are below it.
The team that Zephyr put together has ambushed some monsters. They would corner, turn, and then chase them to a clearing where Zephyr would be waiting.
So that Zephyr could kill them and show his power.
And to be honest, Zephyr’s skills are just as impressive as his sister’s. He also has the force slash, and his speed cannot be compared to any of his children.
Vacuse acknowledged that as he strode into the clearing and saw Zephyr atop a pile of monsters’ corpses. His new subordinates surrounded him with praises.
In his past life, Severin was chased by a monster into the clearing, but this time, he walked in with his own legs.
Zephyr saw him as well, and the smug look on his face was instantly wiped away, to be replaced by something else: hatred and anger. "You fucking bastard, I’m glad you walked in with your own legs. I’ve been meaning to go after you before."
Vacuse nodded, his hand on his sword. "Then it’s good we’re meeting now."
Zephyr jumped down, and his twenty subordinates surrounded him as he walked forward. "You think you’re something special because Father let you eat at our table? You think you can make fun of me, you filthy animal?"