"This complicates things…." Noah became lost in a trance, his only hand resting on his chin while he stared off into the distance. Ever since he encountered that entity inside him, everything felt like a race against time. Any strength he achieved or his creatures achieved felt incomparable when he imagined taking that thing on one day. He needed a plan, a plan to secure steady growth for him and the others.
Reflecting upon his own strength, everything he was able to achieve were because of two skills; his taming skill, and his chimera trait. Although the skills he gained from his two merged genetic traits, those skills were, in the end, only obtainable because of that very trait.
If he wanted to continue to get stronger than his first thoughts should be on leveling up those two skills. And thinking of those skills, Noah thought about the four skills he had upgraded previously;
