Blood Skills

Alex frowned.

Can't this guy take a hint?

He wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

But the Blood Monarch wouldn't let up.

It was clear—the blood type skill he had gotten was what had caught his attention this time.

Maybe he'd say something like.

I can make this skill more powerful and grant you more if you join me.

Yeah, still a no?

As always he wasn't going to accommodate the demand.

Alex dismissed the notification without a second thought.

And instead, focused on what came next—the weapon—Scarlet Fang.