With the tents set up and the beast cleaned and prepared for roasting, everyone gathered around the fire for their well-earned feast.

Henk himself took charge of roasting the Wild Draco Beast, and as the aroma of the cooking meat spread, Arya and the others felt their hunger grow stronger.

As they waited for the meal to be ready, Lucas took the opportunity to discuss their earnings.

"Before we eat, let's go over today's hunt profits."

The group listened attentively as Lucas continued:

● The first beast, a Rock Beast, would bring in 40 to 50 white coins.

● The second beast, a bug-type creature that Arya hunted, would fetch 30 white coins for its venom.

● The Wild Draco Beast, the strongest among them, was the most valuable. If the body were intact, it could sell for 130 white coins—but since they damaged it during the fight, they could expect 100 to 110 white coins.

"In total, we made about 200 white coins

today," Lucas concluded. "Let's hope we get just as lucky tomorrow. We'll be staying here for three days and hunting as much as we can."

Arya's eyes widened in excitement at the number.

"200 white coins!"

That was enough to buy a good-quality, uncommon-ranked Seed Stone.

He was beginning to see that hunting magical beasts was an excellent source of income—but also as dangerous as it was rewarding.

Lucas then divided the earnings.

"Since Arya isn't taking a share, each of us will get around 45 to 50 coins."

Henk, in a cheerful mood, grinned.

"That's some good news—and to celebrate, I have some fine alcohol with me!"

He pulled out two bottles from his spatial bag, making the group even more excited.

Arya, though still young and not used to drinking, found himself curious.

"In my past life, I never indulged in things like this… but now, my body is strong enough that alcohol won't affect me much. Maybe it's time to finally experience why people enjoy this so much."

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The night passed in celebration, with good food, drinks, and laughter.

After the feast, the group took turns keeping watch, rotating every two hours.

Arya chose the final shift, from 4 AM to 6 AM, since he planned to leave the team afterward.

By the time his shift ended, most of the group had already woken up.

After saying his farewells, Arya changed his path, heading north to continue his personal mission.

Though he had one month to complete it, he wasn't in a hurry.

However, now that he was alone, he had to be extra cautious—especially against unexpected beast attacks.

As he moved through the dense forest, his thoughts drifted to spirit possession.

"If I had the power of a Spirit Beast, I could easily hunt a Rank 1 beast without worrying about fatal dangers."

He remembered how his first opponent had used such a power—and how overwhelming it was.

But he also knew that obtaining a Spirit Beast possession was as difficult as finding a naturally rare-ranked Seed Stone—both were extremely rare.

Shaking off the thought, Arya refocused on his current goal.

Now that he was far from the team, Arya could freely use all his skills without the risk of being discovered.

The first thing he did was activate his second skill, which allowed him to mimic the aura of his surroundings.

This skill didn't make him invisible, but it camouflaged his presence—especially against beasts that relied on aura detection and smell.

While exploring the dense forest, Arya located three beasts but chose not to attack them immediately.

From his previous hunts, he had learned that every beast had a defense mechanism that could be deadly if he wasn't careful.

Since he no longer had a team to back him up, he needed to find a suitable target he could handle alone.

After nearly five hours of searching, observing nine different species, he finally found his target.

It was a strange-looking beast, a cross between a raccoon and a penguin, with a stocky body and an unusual 4.5-foot size.

Although it was far smaller than his mission target of a 10-foot-long Rank 1 beast, it was a good warm-up.

Upon careful observation, Arya noted its strengths:

● It had pincers hidden in its small arms, which served as its primary weapons.

● The pincers were difficult to see at first glance.

● They were likely venomous.

"A small but tricky opponent," Arya thought.

Instead of rushing in, he waited for the beast to rest, giving him the opportunity to close in unnoticed.

Since his stealth skill couldn't be used for long durations, he only activated it when he sensed nearby beasts.

During his roaming, he also discovered another team of four people hunting in the area.

Wanting to avoid unnecessary attention, he kept his distance and moved in another direction.

After tracking his target, Arya followed it to a small lake where the beast lowered its head to drink water.

"This is my chance."

Since this was his first solo hunt, he wanted to be extra careful—even against a weaker, unranked beast.

If he fought recklessly, he could easily kill it head-on, but caution was always the better strategy in an unfamiliar forest.

Just as the beast bent down to drink, a sudden piercing sound echoed through the air.

FWOOSH!

A five-foot-long spear, embedded with red and sky-blue stones, pierced through its neck before it could react.

The beast collapsed instantly, unable to even scream—its life ending in a single, swift strike.

It never even saw its killer.

A clean, instant death.