"But, this has nothing to do with us anymore."
"Today, it's impossible for us to compete for the first place in the Racial Kill Rankings."
"However—"
Pausing for a moment, the sage's eyes sparkled with an indescribable brilliance: "But, we can collect these severely wounded Alien Races."
"Save them up for a day, and our chances of winning first place tomorrow will be greatly increased."
"If one day isn't enough, save them for two days."
"Worst case, save them for seven days. After accumulating Alien Races for seven days and slaughtering them in a single day, we can definitely help the Ape Clan secure the first place in the rankings!"
"At worst, the Ape Clan will be first in the Racial Kill Rankings every seven days!"
Suveil Shaw and the clan leader exchanged a glance, both their eyes flashing with a hint of comprehension: "Listen to the sage."
With a slightly excited growl, Suveil said, "Since I don't need to be the butcher here anymore, I'll go fight alongside my people."