The sun rises and the moon sets, time quietly moves forward to five months later.
The Iron Pine Hills in the early morning are shrouded in a light white mist. Galos buries his snout into the spruce needle cluster drenched in dew, the chilling droplets rolling down the gap between the scales, taking away the residual heat from last night's training.
Five months ago.
After a brief encounter with the adventurers.
Galos put away the map and continued his routine life as if nothing had happened, hunting powerful beasts and monsters, honing his physique and exploring magic skills, interspersed with short breaks.
During this period, the land spiders continuously went back and forth, bringing back oil clay.
The oil clay was refined into black oil by Samantha, serving as an energy source for Galos, making his essence full and boosting his training efficiency.
"Strength! Strength! Strength!"
He took one of the few remaining sips of black oil.
