Code Collector

Allen couldn't believe his eyes. What he got was actually an armor that had a damage effect. This kind of effect was uncommon even for higher grade Codes.

With a grin, Allen looked at the metal bear. He pursed his lips and went to its side. He thought of taking the bear's claws with him, but he wasn't too sure if the claws were valuable.

Remembering the lion from before, Allen placed his hand on the side of the giant beast. "Store."

The bear glowed. It lit up entirely before entering Allen's palm where it directly went into his Inventory. He didn't know what happens to the leftover parts of the beast, nor did he cared. The only important thing was the raw materials of the beast.

Opening his interface, Allen went straight to the Inventory. There, he saw the claws of the bear with the number 20 on the bottom right. This meant that there are 20 claws from the bear. They were long, curvy, thin, and sharp that was made of metal. He could make claw weapons out of these.

Another new item in his Inventory was the fur, but it didn't have a number in it. This on the other hand meant that he can only use this item once. Bear fur looked like a damage resistant item. Maybe if he add a cow hide and a thread to fasten it, he could make a decent tank armor from it.

While he was inspecting the equipment in his Inventory, he saw small symbols on the upper left corner for thr Rare grade items and Codes. He wanted to ask Jake about it, but he remembered that he was avoiding the man.

He didn't want to sound so dependent on Jake. Allen was afraid that if he relies too much on Jake Summers, the latter will decrease his value as a mercenary in his eyes. The man was an enigma himself and he didn't look like he was easy to break.

While shaking the thoughts away, Allen had walked out of the forest. He finally found the grass plains were Camp Twyla was at. Like his previous camp, Camp Donovan, Camp Twyla was located in a grass plains. The only difference was this camp had more flowers than the other, and there were more harmless beasts around the metal walls.

He took out his ID and read his new name out loud, "Dante Foxx."

The name sounds pretentious in itself. Allen had to laugh lightly after reading it. "What the hell? The name sounded like he was a tall large man with tattoos all over his body that carries an axe around just to show off. Or a tall buff forest hunter that looks like an ox with a shotgun."

"Got a problem with a tall buff forest hunter that looks like an ox with a shotgun?"

Allen turned around to where the voice came from and saw a man he just described. Tall, buff, wears a brown flannel shirt and khakis paired with a boots, the buttons of his chest were opened that showed all the hair inside, in his right hand was a shotgun and in the other carried a boar that he swung on his back.

It was this man. The man Allen said what Dante Foxx would look like. Every single word of his description.

This man was Gary Graving. A Hunter with a Ranger class and carries a shotgun with him. He just came from the forest from hunting a boar that he planned to eat and sell to a butcher.

"Oh, no," Allen shook his head and raise his hands in surrender. "I admire people like that. Because their name suits them."

Gary spat on the side of the road, "My name is Gary. It sounds like I'm a pathetic office worker that's a fairy. Still admire that?"

"Gary sounds awesome," Allen grinned awkwardly. "But I believe that we don't control how we are named but how we live up to–"

He was shoved to the side by Gary, who was much larger than he was. The man continued to walk down the brick path and into the Camp Twyla where the guards immediately let him in. It seemed like Gary was a famous guy in this camp, famously notorious by how the guard was shaking after seeing the ox-looking man.

"What a weird fellow," Allen pursed his lips. He went to the side of the road to find a cow that was valuable. He needed its hide to fortify the bear fur to create a better armor. He wasn't too sure if a raw material from a Rare grade beast and a Basic grade would mix but he needed to try it at least.

Keeping all the thoughts in his mind, Allen started his hunt. It was almost dusk, so the sky was orange and the world was darker. This would mean that cows could barely see, making his hunt easier.

He roamed the plains and finally saw a cow. It was red and had a short hair. Its skin looked tough, but since it was still a Rare grade, he could hunt it with ease.

Allen dashed around the grass and summoned his dagger. It had a peak passive effect, making it easier for the hunt. "Die!"

A swift but deep slash on the cow's stomach secured the kill. The guts of the cow burst out of its body without giving it a chance to cry in pain.

'Red Grass Cow killed. +10 EXP'

"No Code," Allen pursed his lips, but didn't bother getting upset over it. What would a cow Code give him? Grass eating skill?

He opened his interface while opening the Crafting Table. He still had rolls of thread from the spiders he could use to create the armor.

Allen placed the fur, the thread, and the cow hide. He waited for the boxes to glow but it didnt. There wasn't even a note on the side or anything like that. This only meant that the three items with different grades were incompatible.

The boy sighed in disappointment. He scratched the back of his head and remembered the encounter with Gary just a few minutes before.

On the man's back was a dangerous looking boar that Allen was sure that it was a Rare grade.

"Time to make friends with an ox guy."