passed.
Not slowly.
Not quickly.
But continuously.
Unbroken.
Six months—
Gone.
No scenes.
No repetition.
Only result.
Han Chandu moved.
Every day.
Every hunt.
Every kill—
Controlled.
Sacred creatures—
Killed.
Again.
And again.
And again.
No mistakes.
No wasted motion.
No wasted time.
Meat consumed.
→ +1
→ +1
→ +1
→ +1
→ +1
→ +0
Repeated.
Over months.
Until—
There was nothing left to gain.
Remaining meat—
Never wasted.
Always converted.
The pets—
Grew.
From infant—
To stable forms.
From weak—
To usable.
Feeding.
Again.
And again.
And again.
No emotions.
No distractions.
Only execution.
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 → 100 / 100
Beast Souls:
Armor → Shadow Armor
Weapon → Mutant Blade
Weapon → Mutant Sword
Weapon → Sacred Beast Soul
Pet → Crystal Back Turtle
Pet → Silver Spine Serpent
Pet → Flame Crest Bird
The panel remained.
For a moment.
No reaction.
Because this—
Was expected.
Calculated.
Completed.
Han Chandu stood still.
Not thinking.
Not planning.
Because now—
There was nothing left at this level.
Sacred—
Finished.
Complete.
Maximum.
The forest—
No longer held value.
Not here.
Not at this level.
His gaze shifted.
Forward.
Deeper.
Because now—
Only one path remained.
Super.
No excitement.
No hesitation.
Only clarity.
He stepped forward.
Calm.
Controlled.
Because now—
The next stage—
Would begin.