CheekyForehead

This is a story of a forsaken boy born in the dark side of the world.

Threading in the darkness, the boy soon adapted to it.

Now, with the power of darkness in his grasp, he set out to find the light.

God of Adaptation

"So this is the Ikalo Jungle, huh?"

Regis thought out loud as he stared at the abundant vegetation before him.

The area was filled with tall trees and dense greenery, to the point that they couldn't even see the ground they were walking on.

But aside from all the beauty of nature it was showcasing, the high levels of humidity combined with the high temperature made the three of them sweat.

Furthermore, as they moved into the jungle, they had to consistently strike with their machetes in order to clear the path.

"Ughhh, this is why I'd rather go on dates than adventures…"

Killian, who was beside Regis, complained out loud as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"You were the one who insisted on taking this shortcut rather than the path that was used by the hunters in the village…" Regis gave him a side eye as he replied.

Grotesque Monster