That night, Lumian opened the door of his safe house in the dream and saw his godfather, Nimrod, waiting there as always.
"Good evening. Did you discover anything today?" Nimrod glanced at Lumian and beckoned to him.
"Come on. I'm taking you hunting tonight-we can talk on the way."
"All right."
Without asking any more questions, Lumian hurried after Nimrod and recounted his discoveries one by one: how the words written by the sheep had led him to deduce that they had once been human, the mysterious lady's behavior and reactions, his discovery that his childhood friend Raymond had gone missing, and so on.
"Mm, your plan is quite good. You'll just need some help with the deception."
As Nimrod listened to Lumian explain how he intended to make use of these "Human Sheep," he slowly nodded.
"Sheep that merely look similar won't fool that shepherd. I'll need to misdirect his thinking a little-tsk, what an odd term. It always reminds me of my 'Shepherd' friends."
"...You have friends who are shepherds, too?"
Lumian clearly missed the underlying meaning of Nimrod's words, but he did not press the matter. Instead, he changed the subject.
"Godfather, how should we go about 'hunting' tonight?"
"You'll have to figure that out yourself. Didn't you bring a hunting rifle? Or is that thing in your hands a water gun?" Nimrod said.
"Use that 'Hunter' brain of yours. Hunt down a few monsters whose Sequences are higher than yours and figure out how to act as a Hunter. You can digest most of your potion in a single day."
Hearing Nimrod's words, Lumian was momentarily stunned.
Wasn't it supposed to take half a year to digest a Sequence's potion?
What did he mean, digest most of it in a single day?
"For most Beyonders, being