An hour passed since we arrived on the island. I headed back to my camping spot near a river with a mountain on one side. The ancient sages would have called it back to the mountain, face to the water.

I was full of cheats with my laptop displaying drone footage in my right hand, and the Book of Truth with a map of the island in my pocket.

I ran into a monster before I reached the camping spot.

The clown monkey had many colorful spots. However, its face looked grotesque, and its human size always surprised people when they first saw it.

“Jesus, it looks horrifying.”

Clown monkeys should be low-intermediate rank, grade 9. The one in front of me looked average. I took out my training handgun. It would be troublesome if I didn’t finish it in one blow, so I aimed for its vital point at the tail. Clown monkeys moved fast, but lost their balance without their tails.

I pulled the trigger without hesitation. The magic bullet pierced its tail as it tried to escape and fell. I fired five quick shots into its head, although the fourth had already penetrated its skull.

“That was easy.”

After scanning the clown monkey’s corpse with my smartwatch, I continued on my way. Finally, a river appeared after about 30 minutes...