Attribute Farming System-Chapter 68: Deceased Beast Emperor’s Cave

{[Emerald Gator]}

[Cultivation: Early Core Formation Realm]

[Age: 128]

[Main Beastial Skill: Emerald Spike]

Unleashing another casual barrage of sword arcs, Knox apathetically watched as all of the oversized gators were sliced into tiny chunks. The crisp sound of his Innate Sword slowly being sheathed synchronized with the blood fireworks produced as a result of the tiny chunks being further diced up—reaching subatomic levels.

The System Notifications then rained in.

*Ding!*

[You have slain 62 Emerald Gators ranging from the Early to Peak Core Formation Realm!]

[A medium-sized pile of Attribute Orbs has dropped!]

[Strength +0.6]

[Agility +0.8]

[Perception +0.3]

[Affinity +0.1]

X140 More…

Staring at the System Notifications, Knox's mind blanked.

With a deadpan expression, he sighed. "Core Formation Realm living beings have already been reduced to decimals…? You know I'm not even in the Core Formation Realm, right?"

[Too bad, too sad! Why don't you cry about it? (≖⩊≖)]

Silence.

"Whatever," Knox scoffed, returning his focus to his vicinity and also…

"Gators… dead…"

Hearing the soft mumblings of the cute little girl swathed in his left arm, he looked down. Their gazes met—one empty and the other pretending to be something that it was not.

Realizing what was happening, Knox set Lily down and pointed at all the diced-up gators. "Yes, death," he said. "They died. And they won't be coming back."

Lily silently contemplated, though her seriousness came off as outright adorable.

"They died," she eventually said. "Will I die as well?"

Knox shook his head, patting hers. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

His reassuring words eased up the young girl's eyebrows as she became tired of staring at the gore. She looked up at him, reaching out her hands.

Staaareee…..

"???" Knox raised a brow. "Is something the matter? Do you want something from me?"

Lily fidgeted her short arms, leaning up on her tippytoes.

Finally understanding what she wanted, Knox slapped one hand against the other and picked her up. However, contrary to his expectations, she seemed unsatisfied.

"Higher?" he asked.

He received no response, but for some unusual reason, he could just feel what she wanted when she was so close. He brought her up from his arms to his shoulders. It was only then that she settled down, with hints of smugness emerging from her expression.

I have the high ground now, you peasants! she seemed to say.

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"Hum," Knox tilted his head in slight confusion. "Well, whatever. Are you ready for another adventure, my child of Secret Prospects?"

A slight tap came to his head.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled before blurring forward. "Well, let's see what booty this place has to offer! Hopefully booty that's not so damn vicious…"

Time then flowed forward, and as hours turned into days, the ending of the Unorthodox Devilstar Secret Realm's 1st Trial neared.

A few weeks later, outside a cave left behind by a deceased Beast Emperor, Razor Hawk Emperor's Region

"Yo, dumb b*tch, are you positive that your information was correct?" came a beautiful voice belonging to an even more beautiful pink-haired woman with large breasts. "Because if this trail leads to a dead end and you wound up wasting so much of my time, I swear…"

"Doubting me at this juncture?" asked a lovely young woman with long jet-black hair that sparkled like stars in the night sky. "Even for a cow, I expected more from you."

"You…" Cela Bonanier fumed from the top as she used everything she had not to rip out a b*tch's throat right here and now. "If not for the Seal that has bound our life forces until the medicinal efficiencies from the Nine Heavens Essence Pill fully assimilate, I would've already long since killed you."

"You could've tried," Yennefer shrugged.

"Oh yeah, you homewrecking whore!?"

"If you wanna go, then feel free to throw the first blow," Yennefer spat back. "It doesn't matter if you get the first move; after all, within ten more moves, you'll no longer have those cow flappers. At least, they'll no longer be attached to you."

"BIT—"

"Alright, you two, that's enough," said a suave young man who appeared in between them. "There's no need to fight. Especially not when it's two young maidens as gorgeous as you both are."

The young man wore a warm smile and was in the Middle Nascent Soul Realm, but neither Yennefer nor Cela liked him. The way he looked at them gave them the creeps; hell, he himself was likely a creep.

However, considering that the two cat-fighting girls were only in the Half-step Nascent Soul Realm, they coldly harrumphed before backing away from one another. They gave the suave young man the cold shoulder, not even bothering to be polite.

It was obvious as the difference between day and night that they weren't interested in him. All dozen-plus Trial Takers gathered outside the cave saw it.

But…

'These dames are head over heels for me,' thought the suave young man as he flipped back his hair. 'They're so shy that they don't even know what to say to I, the 4th Eldest Son of Duke Demi, Harlow Demi! Oh, the woes of being so cool—so dashing…! I don't even know if I'll be able to handle two girls as forthcoming as these on my own… But I guess I'll just have to find a way to manage!'

"Hahaha!"

Looking to the source of a deluded string of laughter, the other Trial Takers instantly averted their gazes. No way in hell were they willing to catch whatever ailed him.

"What a creep bastard," a young, pretty woman whispered underneath her breath as she caught up to Yennefer. "You don't need to worry about him, Yenny. That slimy Harlow may be out to get under the skirts of anything that looks even remotely female, but he doesn't have the balls to get what he wants by force."

"Who?" Yennefer asked, her mind seemingly elsewhere. "Oh, him. Hmm… What was his name again…?"

"...."