Inside the café near Dongli University’s main gate,
Evan Cole sat across from Shawn Miller.
“I’ve transferred it—three hundred thousand points.”
Evan tilted his phone slightly to show the transaction screen.
“Received, received! Thank you for the business, Mr. Cole.”
Shawn grinned from ear to ear.
Evan slipped the extract—glowing faintly with yellow evolutionary light—into his bag.
The transaction was complete.
The three hundred thousand points had not gone to EvolutionTech’s official account,
but to an unregistered private account.
Both n understood without saying a word.
After spending three hundred thousand points on the Black‑Belly Drake‑Pelican extract,
Evan still had seven hundred thousand points left on his mbership card.
Evan asked,
“Shawn, does EvolutionTech have any Gravity Demon extracts?”
“Gravity Demon?”
Shawn blinked, searching his mory.
“One mont, Mr. Cole.”
He pulled out his phone, searched, and finally nodded.
“We don’t have any in stock.
But you’re not the first person to ask.
“They’re extrely hard to hunt,
and the skill is incredibly powerful.
Whenever an extract appears,
it gets snatched up instantly.”
“So the only way is to hunt it myself?”
“No stock, yes—
but you don’t have to hunt it personally.
You can commission EvolutionTech.”
Shawn smiled.
“We offer custom hunting services for high‑tier mbers.”
Evan knew this service—
and knew it was expensive.
“What’s the price?”
“Base price is at least four hundred thousand points.
With hunting fees,
total is around eight hundred thousand points.
Deposit is half.
Delivery within a month.”
Evan kept a straight face,
but internally cursed:
Eight hundred thousand points?
You’re greedier than the richest man alive.
He didn’t have that many points.
For the first ti,
he wanted sothing he couldn’t afford.
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Shawn slid his phone over.
“These are our hunting records for Gravity Demons.”
Eight transactions.
All around eight hundred thousand points.
Delivery tis ranged from one week to half a month.
EvolutionTech was reliable—
but Evan couldn’t spend everything.
He would stick to his plan:
reach Cocoonbreak tier,
then team up with FangBro
and try hunting one themselves.
The real challenge wasn’t defeating the Gravity Demon—
it was finding one.
Thousands of ters underground,
in a maze of tunnels?
That could take forever.
Suddenly, Evan looked up at Shawn
with a gentle, friendly smile.
Shawn’s scalp tingled.
Sothing was wrong.
He stood up quickly.
“Mr. Cole, it’s getting late—”
“You ca all this way.
Not staying for dinner?”
“No, no—coffee filled up.”
“So you’re saying my hospitality is lacking?”
Shawn forced a bitter smile.
“Mr. Cole…
just tell what you want.”
Evan smiled.
“Your company has hunted many Gravity Demons.
You must know where they appear.”
Shawn shook his head.
“Sorry, Mr. Cole.
We don’t sell intelligence.”
“I’m not doing business with your company,”
Evan said calmly.
“I’m doing business with you.”
Shawn stiffened.
“The company treats well.
I would never betray—”
Evan coughed lightly.
“Strange…
I just spent 350,000 points at your company,
but my mbership experience didn’t increase.”
Shawn’s expression changed instantly.
A smile blood like a flower.
“Mr. Cole, you truly see through people!
I do have friends in the hunting departnt.
I can ask around.”
“How much?”
“Ten thousand points.”
“Shawn, your appetite is impressive.”
Ten thousand points—
one hundred million Lin coins—
just for information.
Shawn said seriously,
“It’s not expensive.
I need to grease so palms.
And if the company finds out, I’m done.”
“Fine.
I’ll transfer two thousand as a deposit.”
Evan didn’t hesitate.
After sending Shawn off,
Evan returned ho
and took out the Black‑Belly Drake‑Pelican extract.
He had finished digesting the Mutated Upright Ape extract yesterday.
His physique had reached a new peak.
His body far surpassed others of the sa tier—
giving him the confidence
to attempt absorbing a Tier‑3 S‑grade extract
ahead of schedule.
It was a huge leap—
but Evan wanted to try.
“Even if I fail,
I have Regenerator.
I won’t die.”
Worst case,
he would self‑detonate his regeneration core
and revive.
Evan took a deep breath
and poured the extract into his mouth.
“Damn it—
why is it disgusting again?!”
When would he finally get a sweet‑tasting extract?
This one tasted like rotten leftovers
mixed with unwashed pork blood.
Evan gagged,
clenching his jaw to avoid vomiting.
The absorption felt completely different from before.
The strain on his body was greater—
but the strangest part
was the sensation of floating.
His whole body felt weightless,
as if he were drifting upward.
“Why the hell am I floating up to the ceiling?!”
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