"So, after talking with your friends, are you going to exterminate all the monsters in a foreigner world to become a dungeon master?" Femradiel asked.
"They are not my friends," Ryan said. "They are survivors that now and then I work with for the sake of gathering intel as fast as possible."
"Right… you only consider those that are one hundred percent loyal and have no means of betraying you your friends…" Femradiel said. "Anyway, that will take a lot of time and won't be very helpful to increase your strength, are you sure about that?"
"Yes, I am sure about that, and no, you are not my friend, we are brothers in arms," Ryan said.
"Regardless, I won't have to worry about time if I use my auto-farm method of slaying monsters."
"No… it will take a lot of time," Femradiel said. "Golems are too slow; can you imagine how many months it will take for them to run across even a small planet?"
That was something that Ryan didn't consider… his auto-farm skills certainly had some weakness. Maybe Ryan will have to use the Giant Bees in the place of the golems. They shouldn't have a problem if Ryan tries to conquer the slimes' world. While Ryan was considering his options, he finally arrived on American soil. While he saw some monsters running around in Mexico, he didn't find any in the distance… it looked like Mark put his plans of guarding all dungeons much sooner than he had predicted.
"It looks like the people of your country is finally getting used to the new world," Femradiel said. "While that is good for them, it isn't good for you. The number of monsters you can hunt decreased exponentially and so was the potential that you could use them to make yourself stronger."
"One step at a time," Ryan said. "First, we will focus on obtaining the power of the dungeon masters, after that, we will worry about that problem. Anyway, let's make you use your legs for a change, Furball. Dash, full speed ahead."
Ryan stopped flying and then gave his partner the order. Strangely, Furball barked excitedly. He didn't complain or looked uncomfortable, but it looked like he really liked to run instead of flying. While the ride wasn't that comfortable, at least Ryan had some extra mana to practice his new skills.
Around the time the sun was starting to set, Ryan finally returned to the base. Surprisingly enough, things looked neater in the small town above the place, it looked like Mark, and the others had had too much free time on their hands. Knowing Mark, Ryan thought he would be waiting for him at the entrance, but he wasn't there.
"Where is Mark?" Ryan asked one of the guards protecting the entrance.
"… Commander Mark is at the meeting room," One of the guards replied with a frown.
Commander Mark… it looked like his position changed a little bit once everyone understood that they couldn't wait for the government to come to their rescue. While Ryan wasn't an exact stranger, most of the guys who worked for Mark didn't like him since he didn't respect titles or formalities.
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