Chapter 1170: Who is the God?
"These monsters are becoming more and more human-like in form,"
Muria, whose body had gradually unfolded from a flat-chested girl into a slender woman with long legs, considered among the most aesthetically perfect among humanoid creatures, looked at the monster charts in front of her, ranging from large to small, increasingly resembling human form. These charts were all marked with dates. She furrowed her brows in thought, "What on earth has happened to the world?"
"Alright, Muria, these aren't the kinds of questions we hunters should concern ourselves with. This is for those scholars who study monsters to ponder," said a burly man, nonchalantly, in heavy armor as he looked at the thoughtful Muria.
"Roda, you've got nothing but muscles in your head, and now you want others to stop thinking like you?" Another man in a black suit scoffed. He looked down on his colleague's behavior with disdain.