"W-What is that?"
"Who are they?"
"Are those A rankers?"
…
Words and whispered voices flooded the entire camp when a group of four arrived. Two of them were dragging a giant beast that looked like a gorilla.
"Silverthorn Gorilla," a man walkes up to them. "This is classified as a high-tier Grand grade beast. How could mere D rankers hunt this? And within a week? Impossible!"
"I really don't want to argue with a brainless grump right now, Bryant," Allen sighed. "This beast was killed yesterday and it's starting to stink."
Bryant's face flushed in red while his eyes widen in shock. "I-In just four days, you hunted this beast? But how?"
"I thought beasts in this world were hard to kill," Allen shrugged. "I guess, the thing was not from the beasts at all. But from– nevermind."