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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… how should I go on about this?'

Regis thought silently to himself as he looked at the group of demonized griffins being fed by Aurelia.

Out of the 63 monsters, 31 went to Aurelia's side while 13 and 19 went to Pandora's and Alaric's respectively.

At this moment, Regis was in charge of Aurelia's group and Killian was in charge of Alaric's.

Meanwhile, Pandora's group was at the farthest– about tens of meters away from the others.

Regis looked at Killian on the other side and saw that he was meditating with his eyes closed, the lightning around his body intensifying as time passed by.

After a few seconds, Killian opened his eyes and nodded towards Regis.

Regis took a deep breath and nodded back at Killian.

He then looked at the group of demonized griffins before him and raised his hand before performing a downward motion.

Killing the Demonized Griffins IV