1156 1156. Fog Demon

Noah had taken note of the rank 6 magical beasts that he found during his many adventures. He had always known that his body would require them at some point, and that moment had arrived.

Even when his battle prowess had reached the powerhouse's level, he had decided to ignore those creatures since many of them weren't in the lower tier.

Still, Noah was on a completely different level now. He firmly believed that magical beasts in the middle tier wouldn't be a problem with his current prowess, and he wanted to test himself anyway.

Moreover, the world didn't offer him many incentives. The alliance had resumed its assault on the Elbas family's domain, but he had nothing to gain out of it.

Without King Elbas, the Royals weren't enemies worthy of his time. Yet, Noah loathed spending centuries reclused in his quarters, so a hunting session was the perfect adventure for the current period.