Dragna Shelter

Approaching the great wall, he found a gigantic gate. It was so huge that Brandon looked like an ant in front of it.

Two giants guarded the gates. Both with maces and black armor.

"The legendary giant race," he was excited to see this great race.

This race was among the top five most powerful races.

In front of these giants, he was smaller than the tip of one of their toes. It was rare to find them in low dimensions.

The most powerful races could access the third dimension directly and so on.

[*No one would dare to cause a disaster with these giants here. *]

Passing through the entrance, he saw many buildings and races within this city. Descending, he began to walk down the street, still using his wings in a controlled manner.

Many races stared at him while others ignored him. He walked a while until he arrived at a place to drink. The tavern was crowded with different races, even humans, but in smaller numbers than at the Trion shelter.

Approaching the bar, he asked the waiter for a beer and for information. He loosened his mask a bit to show his lips and drank.

Although he was young, he still appreciated good alcohol.

After paying the bartender, he could get information about places to go and the nearest inn.

Leaving the bar, he headed towards another building a few blocks away.

"How can I help you, sir?" asked a boy with two small bumps coming out of his head. "Demon?" he thought.

The boy did not know what he was thinking, as he could not see his facial expressions due to the mask.

"Yes, I want to sell some corpses," he said.

He took out 76 low-level bee corpses, 28 medium-level bee corpses, and three high-level bee corpses.

The boy was amazed to see the amount of corpses that fell to the ground. "Did you hunt all this by yourself, sir?"

Brandon did not respond, so the boy knew he did not want to answer and did not ask any more questions.

"There are many bodies, but they are standard bodies. Maybe in a normal shelter, they would be worth more than here. We will only pay you around 30% of what it costs in another shelter. If that's okay with you, let's proceed."

"Why did the price drop so much?" he asked. The only thing that could come to his mind is that this person was trying to rip him off.

"First time here in the wastelands? If so, it's understandable that you don't understand," explained the boy and continued talking.

"These bodies can only be used as supplements to create weapons or armor. The creatures within the wastelands are different. All the beasts you will find are level 2 imbued with miasma. Armor made with miasma is more solid than standard armor; that's why these materials are not as valuable."

He continued listening to the boy's explanation and could understand what he was saying.

"If that's the case, I'm actually selling simple trinkets," he thought.

The miasma that the boy spoke of is energy from the wastelands that corrupts creatures, making them go into a frenzy or strengthening them. It was information he had obtained at the tavern.

"Alright, I'll sell it to you," he sighed. He had put up a good fight for his price to go down like this.

"Alright, we'll pay you 300 SC for each medium-level beast. For the high-level beasts, we'll give you 1,000 SC each and 50 for each low-level beast," said the boy.

"A total of 15,200 SC. How about you sell us the cores equally?"

"Yeah, yeah, anything but the high-level cores."

The boy became happier and said, "We'll buy 76 low-level cores from you for 30 each, but we'll give you a price from another shelter at 50. This is for choosing us and selling us so many belongings. 28 medium-level cores will be 100 SC. For a total of 21,800."

Brandon received the money and left the store. Despite everything, he felt great.

He had just received a sum of money that an average salaried person wouldn't earn in a year. Even most hunters would take at least half a year to make that amount.

He was really happy; even his growth was astronomical. In less than 1 month, he was almost at the top. If he told anyone about this, that person would torment him forever to help them or teach them how to do it.

He walked around the city, getting familiar with it. He bought some food and saw the wonders it had.

Soon he arrived at an isolated building. This was an inn that the bartender had recommended.

The lodging process was easy, and he soon got his key. His room was on the fourth floor with a view of a clear part of the city.

He got to his room and took off all his clothes, leaving only his mask on so that if anyone was interested in him, they wouldn't see his face.

After a while, he took it off and unpacked the food he had bought. Human food was once a discussion among races.

No one had wasted time inventing any food, so everything was roasted meat.

When humans and their different recipes were discovered, many new foods and combinations emerged.

Brandon had a sandwich filled with a slice of meat and a sauce unknown to him.

He bit into the sandwich, and the fragrant taste slid into his mouth, delighting him.

A delicious meal indeed. He finished eating, and before leaving the place unnoticed, he took the three bee cores.

[High-level deadly bee core (1) consumed]

[+5]

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3 gave him 5 points, making his total 15 points. 'Apply all to energy'

This was the only one he had left behind, so he decided to increase it.

"I'll sleep for about 3 hours to rest and then I'll go out. Wake me up at that time, Luzbel."

[*Understood, master*]

After living for a while, he calculated that the daytime lasted 48 hours while the night only counted 12 hours. An inexplicable phenomenon as no one knows how dimensional space works.

**3 hours later**

Brandon had gotten up and, without using his mask, jumped out of his room window and left.

He landed on a building and jumped from it until he was far from the inn. After getting far enough away, he started walking and soon arrived at a crowded space.

Passing through the crowd, he approached a building with the name "Hunter Division."

He entered the place, and it was just as crowded as outside. Many races gathered here, wearing different armor and weapons.

After a few moments of navigating through the people, he reached the reception area. "Hey, I would like to register for a group, please," he spoke.

The receptionist looked at him and, with a smile, spoke to him. "Sure, pay the fee and complete this form with your name here, please. You must also sign this document with a drop of blood."

Brandon went through the procedure and, after a few minutes of reviewing the agreement, signed it by pricking his finger and dropping a drop of blood.

The agreement stated that if anything happened within the group that required his cooperation, he would have to do it.

He would have to pay for any damage he caused to a group, but the same applied to the people he would be grouped with.

This was a safe way that many races used to go out hunting. They would receive help and management from the hunting division. If you tried to escape, several dragon warriors would start hunting you.

All you had to do was pay 500 SC for each raid.

Brandon decided on this, as he had experienced what it was like to fight the unknown. So he decided to first try the power of these beasts.

He received a communication device through which he would be notified when a group was available. After this, he took out the tablet that had been given to him at school and destroyed it.

"Let's see what's in the armory," moving to another place where weapons were sold.

He entered, and his eyes lit up when he saw the wonders in the place. 'I want it all,' he thought.