"Let's collect them then," he started moving towards the nearest monster, glanced at its hideous shape before shaking his head and taking it inside his ring. "I really can't understand how the hell the founder of this clan chose such a defiled ugly monster as the clan sacred monster, sigh."
He knew that each clan would start like any sect in his previous world, by a genius who shone brightly in the world, establishing his or her own heritage, gathering people around and starting forming a clan.
This was the classic way to form anything in the world, and he knew this. So he was confused about the reason these dark clans selected such a deformed and ugly looking monsters to transform into.
Despite him not knowing the answer, though it was easy to guess, he kept gathering the killed monsters all over the place. there were over three thousand dead monsters here; most with losing limbs, wings, or even half of their bodies.