Approaching the great wall, he found a gigantic door. He was even able to fly in, leaving open space.

Two giants guarded the gates. Both with Maces and black armour.

"The legendary race of giants" He was excited to see this great race. It was positioned among the five most powerful races.

In front of these giants, he was smaller than the toe of one of his feet.

It was rare to find them in low dimensions. The most powerful races could directly access the third dimension and so on.

No one would dare cause disaster with these giants here. Passing the entrance, he saw many buildings and races within this city.

Descending, he began to walk down the street, still using his wings in a controlled manner.

Many races stared at him while others ignored him. He walked for a while until he came to a drinking place.

He entered and could see a vibrant atmosphere, many people interacting with each other. There were humans, but the amount was less than in the Trion shelter.

Approaching the bar, he ordered a beer from the waiter and asked for some information. He undid his mask a bit to show his lips and drank.

Although he was young, he still appreciated good alcohol. After paying the bartender, he could get information on places to go and the nearest inn.

Leaving the bar, he headed towards another building a few blocks away and entered.

"How can I help you, sir?" asked a boy with two small lumps growing out of his head.

'Demon?' he thought.

The boy didn't know what this one was thinking, as he couldn't see his facial expressions because of the mask.

"Yes, I want to sell some corpses."

He took out 76 low-level bee corpses, 28 medium-level bee corpses and three high-level bee corpses.

The boy was astonished when he saw the number of corpses falling on the ground. "You hunted all of this by yourself, sir?"

Zack didn't answer, so the boy knew he didn't want to answer and didn't continue asking more questions.

"It's many bodies, but they are standards bodies. Maybe in a regular shelter, they would be worth more than here. We'll only pay you about 30% of what it costs in another shelter. If that's okay with you, let's proceed."

"Why did the price drop so much?" he asked. The only thing that could come to his mind is that this person is trying to rip him off.

"First time here in the wastelands? If so, it's understandable that you don't understand." He explained and continued speaking.

"These bodies can only be used as supplements to create weapons or armour. The creatures within the wastelands are different.

All the beasts you will encounter are level 2 imbued with miasma. The armour made with miasma is more substantial than standard armour; that's why these materials are not as valuable."

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He continued listening to the boy's explanation and could understand what he was saying.

'If so, I'm actually selling him simple trinkets.'

The miasma the boy told him about is wasteland energy that corrupts creatures, making them go into the berserk mode or strengthening them.

"Fine, I'll sell it to you," he sighed. He had put up a good fight to get his price lowered like that.

"Fine, we'll pay you 300 SC for each mid-level beast. For the high-level beasts, we'll give you 1,000 SC for each and 50 for each low-level beast," the boy said.

"A total of 15,200 SC. How about selling us the cores equally?"

"Yes, yes, anything but the high-level cores."

The boy became happier and said. "76 low-level cores we would buy it from you at 30 each, but we will give you a price of another shelter at 50. This for choosing us and selling us so many belongings.

28 mid-level cores will be 100 SC. For a total of 21,800."

Zack received the money and left the store. Despite everything, he felt great. He just received a sum that an average salaried person wouldn't earn in a year.

Even most hunters would take at least half a year to make such an amount.

He really was happy; even his growth was astronomical. In less than 1 month, he was almost at the top. If he told anyone about this, that person would torment him forever to get him to help them or teach them how to do it.

He walked around the city, familiarizing himself with it. He bought some food and saw what wonders there were.

Soon he came to a secluded building. This was an inn that the bartender had recommended to him.

The rooming process was easy, and he soon got his key. His room was on the fourth floor overlooking an unobstructed part of the city.

He arrived at his room and took off all his clothes, leaving only his mask on so that if anyone were interested in him, they would not see his face.

After a while, he took it off and unpacked the food he had bought. Human food was once a discussion between races. No one had stopped inventing any food, so it was all roast meat.

When humans were discovered and their different recipes, many new foods and combinations emerged.

Zack had a sandwich filled with a slice of meat and sauce unknown to him. He bit into the sandwich, and the fragrant flavour slid into his mouth as it delighted.

'Quite a treat of a meal.' He finished eating, and before leaving the place unnoticed, he took the three bee nuclei.

[High level (1) deadly bee core consumed]

[+5]

...

The 3 gave him 5 points making him get a total of 15 points. 'Apply all to essence'

This was the only one that had lagged, so he decided to increase it.

'I will sleep for about 3 hours to rest and then go out. Wake me up in that time, Luzbel.'

[*Understood master*]

After living for a while, he calculated that the day's time lasts 48 hours while the night only counts 12 hours. An unexplainable phenomenon since nobody knows how the dimensional space works.

*** 3 hours later***.

Zack had gotten up, and without using his mask, he jumped out of the window of his room and left.

He landed on a building and jumped down it until he was far away from the inn. After he was far enough away, he started walking and soon reached a crowded space.

Passing through the crowd, he approached a building with the name "Hunter Division."

He entered the place, and it was just as crowded as outside. Many races using different armour and weapons were gathered here.

After a few moments of passing through the people, he arrived at the front desk of the place,

"Hello, I would like to register for a group, please," he spoke.

The receptionist looked at him and, with a smile, spoke to him. "Of course, pay the fee and fill this form with your name here, please. you must also sign this document with a drop of blood."

Zack went through the procedure, and after a few minutes of flipping through the agreement, he signed by pricking his finger and dropping a drop of blood.

The agreement stated that if anything happened within the group that needed his cooperation, he would have to do it. He has to give retribution for any harm he did to a group, but the same applied to the people he would be grouped with.

This was a safe way that many races used to go out hunting. They would receive help and administration from the hunting division. If you tried to escape, several dragon warriors would start hunting you.

The only thing you had to do was to pay 500 SC for each raid. Zack decided this, as he had experienced what it was like to fight the unknown. So he decided to test the power of these beasts first.

He received a communication device by which he would be informed when a group was available. After this, he destroyed the school's magic tablet he had kept.

"Let's see what's in the armoury here," moving to another place where they sold weapons.

He walked in, and his eyes sparkled when he saw the wonders in the place. 'I want it all,' He thought.