The situation changed now. They begged Irene to let them die. But Irene refused to let them.
Under Irene’s strict protection they were not allowed to die. It only made the party suffer even more and increase their wanting to die!
They continued to fight dozens of enemies in the time span of 1 hour. They used to take breaks in moderation and leisurely chat while hunting.
But it was different with Weed.
Almost without rest, endlessly hunting.
He considered and thoroughly managed the various movements and appearance of monsters as well as time management, health, mana, stamina, and fatigue.
If there wasn’t enough mana, he would use bandages to heal.
He thoroughly beat up monsters with his melee skills.
Hunting became several times more difficult.
There were several life and death moments in the course of a single hour.
Proper meals were replaced with jerky or bread eaten along the way.
Record breaking time.
A relentless hectic battle ensued.
It was Pale’s and Irene’s first real hunting experience.
Weed would sweep away on the monsters back on the Continent of Magic. Now he was doing the same here in the Versailles Continent. Unfortunately, his party was witnessing it for themselves.
They thought they would go insane as days passed.
“How can they be human...”
For two days they continued to complain and then they stopped.
If they had the energy to complain they would rather rest.
Hunting at such a tremendous pace high levels of stamina.
They could last three or four days.
But they were forced to go even further than they were ever used to until now.
Then on the seventh day.