"Whoa!"
"Stone, this is high-grade cooking material!"
"Did you kill a Mythic Beast?"
Tactical Drunkard and Invincible Strong both blurted it out the moment they saw the slab of Venomous Horned Serpent meat Marcus had brought back. Their eyes were practically glowing.
"Come on, a Mythic Beast? You think I'm some kind of superhero?" Marcus folded his arms, looking smug enough to be punched.
"Then what is it?"
Seeing that expression on his face, Tactical Drunkard narrowed his eyes and immediately opened the Level Leaderboard for a quick check.
"No way. Stone, are you seriously trying to keep us guessing? Your level jumped three whole levels overnight. Unless you killed a Mythic Beast, nothing levels that fast."
He looked deeply offended by the deception.
"It's really not a Mythic Beast!" Marcus sounded genuinely wronged.
