Chapitre 1513: 1513. Growth

"How was the loot this time?" Noah asked once reuniting with Fergie in a region near the tall tree.

"I managed to wait longer," Fergie said before taking out the yellowish fruit from his space-ring. "I'm getting better at my spell. We might be able to seize rank 8 resources at some point."

Noah nodded before taking out his white sword and dividing the fruit. He took three-quarters of the resource for himself and left the rest to Fergie.

Fergie didn't dare to complain. Noah had kept two rank 8 magical beasts busy while he had merely handled a bunch of rank 7 creatures. The difference between their tasks was immense.

'My powers are on point,' Noah thought as he left Fergie's cave to return to his habitation near the tall tree. 'My foundation is the reason why I still can't fight rank 8 magical beasts. I need to improve my base level.'