The squalid scent tickled Maxwell's nose, causing a sneeze to escape. He watched with apathy at the corpse that lay before him. The corpse of a Grade 5 monster which he'd killed on his own without much effort.
It was an impressive achievement, but not to Maxwell.
The child sat atop a roof, munching on a sandwich in peace. Having recently killed the beast, the scent was bearable, which is why he chose this location. Moreover, the corpse kept other monsters away.
Unless they were a higher rank, of course.
Maxwell had been hunting for a few hours and had stacked up over 70 points. His progress was astronomical, considering it had only been a few hours. Yet, he wasn't satisfied. He knew for a fact that his comrades would have achieved the same, if not more.