I looked closely at each beast and person around me. Their gazes pierced me to the bone as if they were trying to measure my strength, their shining eyes calculating whether they could take me on or not.
Was this some sick plot of the Creator?
Did he have his hands on nearly every race in this world? Or were these people just accidents, creatures that had evolved beyond his control?
Either way, it didn't matter.
I'll have to use them against him.
I moved quickly, my body becoming a blur as I weaved through the endless crowd.
The weaker beasts fell effortlessly, thick black vines binding them in place. One by one, they succumbed to my control. It was far too easy. Most of these creatures hadn't even surpassed Level 40, making them nothing more than fodder to me.
I felt like a child receiving their first-ever Christmas gift from Santa.
[Congratulations!]
