The forest was silent.
Not the same silence as before.
This silence—
Was understood.
Han Chandu stood still.
Calm.
Unmoving.
Because now—
Movement was no longer the priority.
Understanding was.
A faint panel appeared.
[ Sanctuary Panel ]
Status:
Evolution → Not Evolved
Life Span → 200 Years
Genes:
Ordinary → 100 / 100
Primitive → 100 / 100
Mutant → 100 / 100
Sacred → 47 / 100
Beast Souls:
Armor → Shadow Armor
Weapon → Mutant Blade
Weapon → Mutant Sword
Weapon → Sacred Beast Soul
The panel faded.
No reaction.
Because these numbers—
Were already clear.
Already understood.
But now—
They had meaning.
Han Chandu didn't move.
Because this moment—
Was not about action.
It was about calculation.
A thought surfaced.
Not uncertain.
Not vague.
Precise.
Sacred Genes.
Maximum—
Difference—
Han Chandu's gaze remained steady.
Because now—
He didn't think in guesses.
He thought in results.
He recalled the past four months.
Not as events.
But as data.
Sacred encounters.
Rare.
But consistent.
Each kill—
Yielding 5 points.
Sometimes 6.
Never more.
Never less.
Controlled.
Predictable.
Time required for one Sacred encounter—
Varied.
But on average—
Consistent.
He had already experienced it.
Repeated it.
Confirmed it.
Han Chandu calculated.
Not with numbers spoken aloud.
But internally.
Naturally.
53 points remaining.
Each hunt—
5 points.
Minimum.
That meant—
At least 11 more successful hunts.
Possibly 10.
If efficiency remained high.
Time between encounters—
Unstable.
But averaged.
Based on previous pattern—
Roughly one Sacred encounter every several days.
Sometimes faster.
Sometimes slower.
But overall—
Stable.
Han Chandu's conclusion—
Clear.
Six months.
Enough.
More than enough.
To complete Sacred Genes.
He didn't smile.
Didn't react.
Because this—
Was not a guess.
It was confirmed.
A memory surfaced.
The Super creature.
The presence.
The difference.
He had not approached.
Had not tested it.
Because that—
Was unnecessary.
The result was already known.
His gaze shifted slightly.
Toward the deeper forest.
Because now—
There was no confusion.
Sacred—
Already controlled.
Already manageable.
Already within reach.
But Super—
Still beyond.
Still unreachable.
For now.
Han Chandu's thoughts remained calm.
Because the path forward—
Was already decided.
No rush.
No impatience.
Only execution.
Max Sacred Genes.
Then—
Next step.
Super.
He moved.
Step by step.
Back into the forest.
Because now—
The plan was complete.
Not theoretical.
Not flexible.
Fixed.
Six months.
Maximum.
A presence appeared ahead.
A Shadow King Panther.
Sacred.
Han Chandu didn't slow.
Didn't hesitate.
Because now—
There was no need.
The panther moved.
Fast.
Sharp.
But predictable.
Han Chandu stepped.
Minimal.
Clean.
The attack missed.
His blade formed.
Strike.
Leg.
Precise.
Second strike.
Same point.
Deeper.
Balance shifted.
The panther staggered.
Final strike.
End.