I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor glanced around at the ten monkeys which were already charging at him from different angles.

There was no expression on his face as he simply flew up and broke through their encirclement before lowering his height of flying.

He definitely didn't want to be seen flying in the open empty sky above, it was better to fly between the trees.

He didn't continue for long though. Once he put sufficient distance between them, Eryndor switched to his base form and began running towards the main building with the corpse of the six legged scaled monkey on his back.

The mission only required him to bring back the six sets of claws.

They had their own ways to determine if the claws originated from a single beast or not, so one couldn't cheat by bringing claws from different monkeys.

Eryndor obviously didn't have the time to meticulously cut apart the claws so he had taken the entire corpse.

It wasn't difficult for him to shake off the monkeys through Shadowstep as his eldritch form had given enough headstart through flying.

He also came to know that the hearing senses of these monkeys relied only on the sound made by their own kind.

Now that the one he was carrying was dead and obviously couldn't scream out, those monkeys couldn't locate him.

He could see from his Spatial Sight how clueless they were while searching.

Once the distance was far enough, he put down the corpse and cut apart everything which could be sold.

The claws could be sold as well.

Yes, one had to submit them for verification, but once it was done, they would return the claws to you.

Alright, daggers are useful in cutting out these beast corpses at least.

Eryndor admitted while carefully taking apart the parts. His spiked mace would've been definitely inconvenient for this job.

After collecting everything, Eryndor walked back towards the main building.

This time it was another man who approached him, but the offer was similarly ridiculous.

Eryndor was, of course, not a fool so he was quick to reject him.

Once inside, he approached the counter in the mission hall and submitted the claws.

The verification only took a minute or two as his mission was deemed successful and he got around twenty spirit coins.

He sold the claws, but kept the remaining parts for a certain reason.

Twenty spirit coins was already a high amount for a beast at mid stage of Stable realm as these species were incredibly difficult to deal with.

Disciples usually didn't hunt them because the other monkeys were quick to rush to reinforcement.

He also got a few spirit coins extra because he hit above his grade.

Clarence was registered as a stage one Qi Condensation realm disciple, just like Eryndor's current realm.

For him to bring the claws of a mid stage Stable realm beast meant he killed a beast above his grade. No matter what tricks he used, it was impressive.

Of course, if Eryndor was willing to share a recording of how he fought, he would get even more rewards.

After all, who knew if you didn't take help from your friends to fight the beast?

If it could actually be proved that you killed the beast alone, then it was worthy of getting more spirit coins.

But the twist was that these 'recordings' were stored.

Disciples could pay a certain amount of spirit coins to buy battle recordings of other disciples.

For this reason, the majority of the people didn't submit the recording of their battle even if they could earn more spirit coins than the normal amount.

Out of the few who do so, people who didn't have the ambition to climb to the leaderboards, participate in the tournaments or other events, were one of them.

Another kind of people who turned in their battle records were ones who had absolute confidence in themselves.

They believed that people wouldn't be able to defeat them even if they studied how they fought.

Eryndor turned around and approached the mission board in the distance.

There were already a few people standing there, so he maintained some distance while gazing at the missions.

While using Cognitive Scrying all this while, he had already gotten to know how 'Clarence' acted, what was his personality like and so on.

It seemed he hadn't made much contact with anyone outside of occasionally cooperating with disciples for some special missions.

He had a reserved personality, and also didn't participate in the rankings even once.

But then again, there wasn't much use because even the lowest rank, which was hundred, had a level of stage four foundation building realm, the third level of the cultivation power system.

This was the leaderboard which included all the seven years. There were no individual leaderboards for each year of disciples.

Eryndor scanned the missions, and realized that one of them was suitable.

It was another hunting mission just with an easier beast.

It wasn't that Eryndor didn't want to challenge his limits, but after fighting and using his eldritch form, he was more tired than before.

One must remember that it was night time on Earth and he was sleeping when Dr. Kirchoff picked him up.

That was also after two entire weeks of an outdoor survival tournament where there was no such thing as safety.

One could assume that it was already impressive for Eryndor to take on another mission.

After remembering the mission number, he turned away and approached the counter once again where he placed his badge.

Information about him was transmitted directly in his mind.

He glanced over them, not paying any attention and wrote a string of numbers in the empty box above the badge.

It was the ID of the mission which he was choosing.

"Oh! You're choosing the same mission? Wanna head out together?"

A young boy, approximately fourteen to sixteen years old was looking at him with shining eyes.

Hunting missions like these could be taken up by more than one person at a time, so people often grouped together for easy mission completion.

Out of cautiousness, Eryndor immediately deployed Cognitive Scrying.

And well, for the first time, he encountered a mental defense treasure in the training camp.