"Alright, Sharp Claw, complaining won't help."
Next to him, a solidly built man carrying a "Demon Hunter II Type" magic power rifle spoke in a muffled voice. He was "Rock."
The source of his Demon Bloodline was unknown; it was not clear which level of low-grade demon it came from, but it endowed him with strength far beyond that of ordinary people and resilient skin.
"Isn't it nice to relax a bit? At least we're not like those in the rift or new continent, engaged in daily battles nonstop. Clearing out these brainless lunatics is like taking a stroll, safe, and we still earn merit points."
He patted the cold barrel of the gun, "It's just an excuse to give 'old friends' some exercise."
"A 'stroll'?"
The only woman in the team, tall and sharp-eyed "Nightingale," scoffed. She had a weak bloodline of a night owl demon, giving her exceptional hearing.
