One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
With each second passed, a Giant rumbled their way out of the many portals in the training hall.
The spacious and large room which could house a small town did not have room for a single extra pair of feet after a minute.
Imprisoned in metallic ropes, it felt as if ants in an anthill were surrounded by a bunch of anteaters. The size difference was astounding..
"Morgur, this guy's tongue is quite sharp. I need it to make a blade."
The old Giant Baldur squinted his eyes and said while stroking his rough beard.
'What a polite way to order someone to kill.'
It was Lith's first time hearing such a thing, making him think, 'Adventures are great. Not only do you obtain great experiences, even your vocabulary, and treasure stash would increase exponentially.'
'Heh. I can have a better vocabulary to curse people and enough treasures to even woo aunt. What a win-win situation.'
CLANG—!
