After Reign devoured everything in sight, his level increased only by two, reaching level 32, despite feasting on a horde of Corrupteds.
'At this rate, I'll have to destroy entire towns just to level up in the future,' he thought to himself.
He was only level 30+, and yet the amount of prey he had to consume just kept increasing exponentially.
Each level required an ever-growing amount of experience points, and he realized that there would be a time that he would be force to destroy cities just to earn some worth while Experience Points.
Small-time genocides wouldn't be enough anymore.
And the ironic twist to all of this?
He couldn't shake the feeling that the system was nudging him down a particular path, almost as if it was encouraging him to devour more, or maybe all humans to keep getting stronger.
It was as if the system had a strange sense of humor, albeit a rather dark one.
