They found a flat stretch of land on the island and settled down.
Charles first sent Bruce to fell trees, cutting down suitable ones and dragging them to the shore.
This kind of work was simply too easy for Bruce.
In half a night, Bruce had finished everything, even carefully chopping off and clearing away the branches and leaves.
Meanwhile, Charles roasted the birds they had hunted during the day on the beach.
Though there were no seasonings, they were barely edible.
When Bruce returned, Charles took out the essence condensed from summoning the Minotaur Demon and handed it to him. "Bruce, this time, you don't need to keep suppressing your level. Take it and advance to Rank One."
Bruce was overjoyed. "Yes, Master!"
Bruce had long been able to advance, but Charles had been holding him back.
Now that they had a temporarily safe foothold, Bruce consumed the potion and began seeking a breakthrough.
These demon breeds differed from wizards. Wizards needed higher and more condensed spiritual power, which was why they required Mind-Focusing Potions.
Demons, however, did not need overly strong spellcasting abilities. They could rely only on a few witchcraft-like spells, so naturally, breaking through was less difficult.
Yet at the same rank, whether Blood Ring Knights, demons, magic beasts, or anything else, none were a match for wizards.
The difficulty of breaking through was great, but what it brought was equally formidable combat power.
While Bruce busied himself with his breakthrough, Charles did not remain idle.
Having just entered a new plane, every minute and second was precious.
He went to the shore and began working the logs Bruce had cut down, building a large raft.
Building a ship was out of the question; none of the trees on this island had grown large enough.
But