It was a strange sight. A serious fight hadn’t broken out, but things almost reached that point, and many individuals already had their weapons out. It was so mind-boggling that a man would just leisurely stroll through the path left open by the troops of the Monster Alliance like he was walking in his own backyard, but what was even more startling was the monsters’ reaction. They backed away while stealing furtive glances at him, unable to approach.

Most members of the alliance descended from beasts. They were animals that used to live in nature until they coincidentally gained mana, became divine spirits, and established societies. And after a long time, the divine spirits became revered as ancestors and gods of their race; although known to be extinguished now, Fenrir was such an example, who emerged from a group of wandering wolves and became the leader of a region. Back to the point, this meant that the members of the Monster Alliance were acting upon their inherent beastly instincts.

And now, their instincts were ringing like mad with alarm—it was telling them that they must not confront this man—that they needed to step back with their tails between their legs. They hadn’t felt so threatened even when confronting Vepar; although they couldn’t decipher the feeling, and it hurt their pride that they were so intimidated by a single human,...