62 The Eighth Floor [Pt 3]

"So… I was thinking…"

Rey was currently surrounded by Monkey Monsters, yet the way he was conversing felt like he was pitching an idea to humans like himself.

An excuse he gave himself was that he was simply doing this out of boredom, but Rey failed to consider the possibility that maybe… just maybe he was going insane.

"… Instead of picking up your Cores after killing you, couldn't I just bring a few Hobgoblins with me to do the job?"

"GRRRRRRRRRR!!!"

In response to their loud growls, Rey swiftly raised his hands, as if trying to pacify them and further argue his point.

"Now hold on… hear me out! They'll just be a few. Maybe even one who's very intelligent and quick on their feet."

The rationale behind this was simple.

While Rey was busy exterminating these creatures, the Hobgoblin would be busy harvesting the Cores.

A win-win!

… Well, except for the Monsters being slain.

"ROOOOAAAARRRRR!!!"