After all, essentially, a farm of Pioneers were presenting themselves before him.
Mere Blood bags that he could use to obtain as many tools as he needed to continue Severing his concepts again and again!
He had a great deal of concepts where if you just took the round number of one hundred. If he truly wanted to Sever every single one of these one hundred concepts eighty-one times, he would need 8,100 Globules of Blood of Pioneers!
So far, he had barely gotten twice a dozen.
So these entities that looked towards him voraciously, as if he was someone they wanted to eat up.. he looked towards them with a similar gaze as his eyes were filled with even more greed!
To them, there was uncertainty on whether he was who he truly was said to be.
But…he did not have any uncertainty.