My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

[Name: Lucas Valen

Age: 17

Grimoire Grade: Unranked

Rank: Iron Star 4 (373.15/506)

Spiritual Energy: 51/62

Beasts: Gentle Dog]

The rate of his experience points going up was astonishingly high. He could explain the exhilaration that he was feeling every time his experience points surged out in huge amounts.

He wondered if this was how those geniuses like Hector felt every time they gained experience points.

However, after thinking about it, he did not think that it was the case anymore. At least for other geniuses it might be plausible, but for Hector, there was no way he would receive such a huge amount with how he was acting up until the last time he posted his logs in the group chat.

Anyway, with the surge of experience points every kill, Lucas determined that this should be the right path that they must take.

He had been pondering about this inside the dungeon before, but only now, when they were doing it firsthand, was he able to confirm that this was indeed the path that they must take.

To combat higher-ranking beasts and benefit from the multiplier effect of combating higher-ranking and higher-grade beasts like what they were doing recently.

Although the recent killings were not planned and more like a chance encounter, Lucas still knows that this should be how it was supposed to be done.

If given the chance that he returns to Twilight City, he would surely not waste his time making Spot fight numerous lower rank beasts for 'more' experience points.

With that being said, Lucas calculated and quickly determined that he only needed 133 experience points before he could rank up once more.

If they could just kill another Flame-Mane Lion, then he would directly shoot up to Iron Star 5.

Of course, he knew that encountering another beast like that was wishful thinking.

In the wild, beasts vary even in the same area. Unlike in the regulated dungeons, where the beasts keep to their own territories and hardly go to another, the beasts in the wild can go to any place they want without restrictions if they want to.

With that being said, one could hardly chance upon beasts of the same kind being in the same area, unless, of course, it was part of their behavior and characteristics.

But recalling how the Flame-Mane Lion had behaved, Lucas doubted if it had any companion nearby.

If there was indeed pride, they should have been alerted to the battle earlier and should have already arrived to reinforce their comrade.

'Iron Star 5... I wonder what level they have reached now...'

'I just hope that I'll make it in time.'

Recalling his classmates, a bitter smile could not help but escape his face.

'I better take care of myself before worrying about others first.' Getting rid of his thoughts, Lucas finally climbed down the tree that he was perching on carefully.

Lucas went toward the body of the Flame-Mane Lion and inspected its body.

Every unique beast has their own set of materials that could be harvested upon death.

Among them, the meat of the beast was the most common to be harvested, and they were also the cheapest part of their body—unless it was a special kind of meat, of course.

Lucas harvested the fangs of the Sylvan Snake from before, but if he had the luxury of time, he would have harvested its scales and bones as well. The boar was of the same case, but the most valuable material it possessed should be the tusks, hence the reason why Lucas kept them inside his bag carefully.

Each material harvested from the beasts could be made into varying items that could aid everyone in these tumultuous times.

However, for the same reason that each type of beast was unique, there were also certain beasts that could not be used for crafting, no matter what.

Before harvesting, one must determine whether the part they were harvesting was usable; otherwise, they would just waste their time.

For that reason, Lucas crouched down the body of the Flame-Mane Lion, trying to search what part of it could be used for crafting or refining.

As for the meat, Lucas decided to abandon it after seeing that even Spot had no interest in eating it.

After searching for a while, though, the only parts that he guessed had some value in them were the mane, the tail, as well as its emerald eyes that were quite in contrast to its whole body's color scheme.

The emerald eyes, though, were a tough nut to crack. He does not know how to properly harvest it, and even if he did, he does not have the right container to store it to avoid it from rotting out or getting damaged. This was also part of the reason why he only took the snake's fang and the boar's tusk as his trophy, as the others had a high tendency of getting spoiled and damaged.

Shaking his head in regret, Lucas could only turn his attention to the mane of the lion that was flaming wildly from before. Right now, though, they appear to be just normal fur without any special properties, to his regret.

He was curious and kind of wanted the flaming mane of the lion from before.

After all, eating raw meat from a beast was truly not an appealing meal. The protagonist of the stories he had read before must have some loose screw in their head for being able to stomach the taste of raw meat.

'They're just built differently, I guess,' Lucas thought as he began to pluck out the fur of the Flame-Mane Lion.

Unfortunately, the Flame-Mane Lion was a Silver Grade and Iron Star 9 Beast after all. No matter how hard Lucas tried to pluck its mane off its body, they just would not budge even an inch.

Not forcing it anymore, he took the boar tusk and used it to cut the skin of the lion that contained the mane directly.

The tusk was not suitable for slashing, but since it was an extremely sharp point, Lucas was still able to use it like a knife, albeit with some difficulty.

After a while, Lucas finally managed to harvest the mane of the lion. He then proceeded to cut its tufted tail.

With these two being the only parts that he could probably harvest from the beast, Lucas did not linger in the area anymore as he jumped atop Spot's back as they ran away from the area of battle.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Of course, he did not forget to collect the two bags as well as his clothes that he was trying to dry on a tree branch. Although it was still a little dump, Lucas had no other choice but to wear them as the chilling wind of the new night assaulted his body as Spot traveled forward.

A few moments later, Lucas found himself a kilometer away from his previous location.

Right in front of the creak, Lucas looked around, and only after determining that it was safe that he moved forward to wash his recent trophy—the mane and the tufted tail—with the gushing water. He was mainly trying to get rid of the stench of blood, afraid that it might attract some trouble.

After he was done washing, he moved to another location once more, traveling upstream along the creek. He did not ride Spot this time around, though, as he was afraid that Spot might reach his limit and get weak, unable to transform to his Hellhound Manifestation form again.

Due to that, his traveling speed was reduced, and he only arrived a kilometer away a few minutes later.

At this point, the night was already deep.

Glancing up, the crescent moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the surroundings lightly. Its bright reflection could be seen over the creek. Lucas looked at it mesmerized, hiding in the spot that he found.

At this point, he had already unsummoned Spot, allowing him to recuperate inside the grimoire.

He was already done with his traps; if any beast entered his 'territory' he would be alerted in a matter of seconds.

With this kind of setup, Lucas allowed himself to have a moment to ease his tense nerve a little bit, glancing at the bright crescent moon above and then at its reflection above the creek alternatively.

A vague memory of him and his parents watching the moon's reflection resurfaced inside his mind. His thoughts churned as the feeling of nostalgia assaulted his mind.

His mind gradually dozed off as his thoughts drifted to oblivion.

Lucas slept with the tusk and grimoire placed above his lap for easy access.

He did not know how much time he had been sleeping, but for the first time in a while, Lucas was able to have a proper and uninterrupted rest.

It was only when the morning rays of the sun penetrated the spot he was hiding on that his eyelids fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes to wake up.

Feeling invigorated, Lucas suppressed the urge to yawn and stretch his body, recalling the fact that he had hidden himself atop a tree that was overlooking the creek last night.

He rubbed his eyes, slowly adapting to the sudden light provided by the morning sun.

After feeling that his eyes had adapted to the light, Lucas began to look around and observe his surroundings before climbing down.

And it was at that moment that his whole body froze in fright at the scene he saw in front of him.