"Rare items were often sealed inside exotic beasts, but with so many people forming a team, who would the spoils belong to after the kill?"
"Whoever dealt the most damage gets them."
The leader smiled.
The Knight Captain glanced at Rafia. After estimating things, he figured that his strength was among the best present, and Rafia was not without combat ability either. That earlier move of hers, the icy mist, could support him.
Even if they truly could not win and failed, the two of them could easily escape. And if they succeeded, he was not afraid of these people trying to cheat him.
He really had absolute confidence in himself.
Knowing what the Knight Captain was thinking, Rafia said to herself.
She had just come up with a bold idea. There truly were many dangerous creatures within this hundred-kilometer-wide area, and their danger far exceeded imagination. From what the Cannon Fodder Misses had sensed, although the lowest hundred kilometers were mostly populated by monsters below Black Iron Rank, the faint pressure further upward indicated that there might be Mithril Rank beings—or even stronger ones—in extremely distant places.
And the higher one went, the better the items here were likely to be. Continuing upward to explore might yield something good.
In any case, she could now casually proliferate hundreds of thousands or even millions of clones, so she might as well send them all here to explore.
As low-level consumables, even if they overwhelmed wild monsters with sheer numbers, it would not be a loss. After all, she only needed those low-cost Lv. 10–12 individuals that required ten points of Life Energy to split off.
Once enough of them had split, some with relatively high potential would appear. Those stronger ones could be kept and used to replace the ones