[The wolf king charges forward in a blur towards Master Brightflame, and for a split second, you wonder whether you would be fast enough to kill it with your [Nine Bull Fist].

In the next moment, you hear a loud noise, and see the wolf king stop, before falling over to the side. A long gash is visible across the length of its body, and Master Brightflame is now at its side.

The wolves scatter, rustling all of the bushes at once…]

Even though he had expected it before it had happened, it felt incredible to Lem that everything had ended in such a brief moment.

It felt like a discontinuity.

The wolves had been surrounding them, snarling and posturing.

Lem had not moved.

A moment later, the woods were back to feeling empty, with the only difference being the massive wolf corpse that had been left behind.

In front of him, Master Brightflame opened his bag and removed a few containers and a carving knife. Without wasting any time, he began to cut from the wolf carcass, causing it to shake and spill out more of its guts from the gash on its side.

Lem watched as the martial elder broke apart the carcass systematically. Each movement, every stroke of the knife, was delivered with impeccable precision and efficiency.

He wondered which parts of the beast were considered important for consumption or valuable.

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The times that he had eaten directly from a beast corpse in prior simulations, he had just cut into the meat randomly.

Master Brightflame removed the eyes, heart and few other parts of the beast. His selections were all relatively small organs, making Lem wonder why he was avoiding the meat.

Was it standard practice when dissecting a beast?

Was the meat harmful in some way? Or did it carry the threat of potentially being tainted, perhaps by the presence of evil?

Or had it only been a practical decision because there was a lack of space in his bag?

Whatever the case, Lem was certain that his simulated self would not ask the martial elder for clarification.

He was more worried that he might be next on the chopping block after the wolf!

[Master Brightflame deftly begins to cut a few choice parts from the wolf carcass, stuffing them inside of containers that he withdrew from his bag.

You watch with interest. As you think about your impression of the wolf king, you wonder if it would be possible to injure it. You decide that if you had been in the elder’s position that you would have been instantly killed without knowing what happened.]

Lem saw from the simulation screen that his simulated self was thinking down a completely different direction. Most of the time, he saw that his own thinking was aligned with that of his simulated self, but occasionally, he noticed strange thoughts.

What did it matter if he could injure the wolf king? If he couldn’t stay alive then it was pointless to inflict injuries on it.

And on what basis could he make such judgements in the first place?

He did not know how tough its skin was, or what its reaction speed was.

Wasn’t it more important to learn about the dissecting method and which parts of a carcass were more valuable than to daydream about killing a wolf king?

As Lem’s simulated self watched the martial elder carving up the wolf carcass in silence, Master Brightflame suddenly spoke. His voice was neither cold nor friendly, making it difficult for Lem to understand his current attitude.

“Boy, do you remember what I said before of the strange rules of anomalies?”