"Damn it!" Hal cursed, kicking pebbles aside in frustration.
They had tried five times to secure a monster corpse. However, all five resulted in them being driven out.
He wasn't complaining about how their pursuers always didn't continue to give chase after his group left their territories, but being chased out like defeated dogs every time was starting to get on his nerves.
Of course, there was the option of fighting them to the death, but they were always in large groups, encircling them so that fighting would mean that they would either have to emerge victorious or die.
There would be no retreat if he chose to commit to a fight.
He was trying to be a fisherman but was failing hard. At this rate, wouldn't he have to build his own faction here before he could obtain anything?
'How are the veterans doing this, then? Are they bringing a huge number of people with them every time?' Hal pondered.
Behind him, his comrades were drinking water, waiting for his decision.
