"Do you think they're stupid?" Ye Chuqi murmured, watching the Demon Beasts charge blindly ahead.
"If they weren't, humans would be in trouble." Xiaojiu kicked aside a Low-Rank Magic Beast as it passed them. The thing couldn't even turn once it started charging in a straight line.
These small Demon Beasts and Low-Rank Magic Beasts had little sense. With High-Rank Magic Beasts urging them on from behind, all they knew how to do was rush forward. Only because humans understood this had they managed to turn a crisis that came every three years into a whetstone for themselves—and a chance to gather more resources.
What they saw now had been bought with human blood and sacrifice. The battle scars carved into the bluestone walls outside Monte City were proof enough.
Ye Chuqi glanced at Xiaojiu again. "Are you really not going?" She looked at the little furball perched on his head. "Gungun loves eating Beast Cores." Purified Beast Cores, of course.
Unlike Little White, who had no interest in them, or Starry, who could take them or leave them, Gungun adored Beast Cores. But only the Purified Beast Cores from Ye Chuqi's space would do. Gungun seemed to know that, after leaving that wondrous place, only those cores could offer a similar taste—a taste that did him a world of good.
To get one, Gungun would roll around in front of Ye Chuqi every way he could, all for a Purified Beast Core to satisfy his craving.
Xiaojiu rolled his eyes. He could feel Gungun bouncing excitedly on his head at the mention of "Beast Cores." He wondered whether the money he earned would be enough to buy the little guy snacks. Xiaojiu knew perfectly well how different Ye Chuqi's Purified Beast Cores were from those found elsewhere. Any Beast