Chapter 52: The Monster Domain [11]
Author: GREAT
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By the time Clinton finished harvesting all that he wanted, he had amassed a treasure trove of materials.

The mana-infused hide for armor and energy-draining properties, the apex talons, razor-sharp, ideal for forging deadly melee weapons, the Behemoth’s core, a crystallized heart, a potential power source for his mythical weapon, and then the predator fangs, perfect for crafting venomous blades or reinforced spears.

Clinton was beyond satisfied.

He stood over the ruined corpse, weapons in hand, mind brimming with ideas.

The monsters still watched from the distance, but none dared step forward.

Not yet.

Not while the true predator was still standing.

Clinton chuckled.

He had hunted an apex.

Now, it was time to craft like one.

He left.

Clinton returned to his ruined stronghold, standing amidst the crumbling debris, shattered walls, and the remnants of his last battle.

His bastion had saved his life, but it wasn’t enough.

The Dreadclaw Behemoth had ripped through his defenses, exposin
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