While Cliff, a 27 year old young man, was visiting his grandparents, he was caught in what is called a "summoning" which took him to a forest infested with unknown creatures, he decided that in order to survive, he should be ready to brave all the dangers that would present to him, with his “drain” skill he would fight them to become stronger
The ogre lingered for a few moments, his wary gaze carefully scrutinizing the next movements of his enemies facing him.
It was not because he had been impressed by these four monsters, far be it from him to be frightened by so little. It was more because of the snakes, he didn't see them anywhere. It could be that they are still there, hidden waiting for the right moment.
Even thinking that, the ogre didn't want to admit it, but these four variant monsters or rather five, the female he had hit, they each have a higher than normal amount of mana, they must be equal or superior to a mutant monster in terms of raw strength. Quickly glancing behind him, he didn't see her anywhere. She, who seemed to be planted by a metal bar just now, only a trail of blood remained.
"Even if she was hidden, what could she do to me anyway"