[Whether you get a soul orb from a beast you fell is not guaranteed, and has never been. You were graced by the aid of the Primordial Expanse during your time as a mere F rank weakling, the system substituting the beast's lack of energy with its own to facilitate the creation of a soul orb each time you kill one. But that privilege was only ever meant to last until you became an Evolver.]
That was the magic word, and the berserkers cheered as they went to grab their bags and shirts, which had been discarded at the edge of the training grounds. Thor trotted happily back to Karl before vanishing into his space to soak in the pool, getting his new and improved scales sparkling clean again.
"I hate that. It seemed like you were shaking pretty much according to me. You did not want to do this, right? Now you are free, do as you like," Mitsuki said as he smiled at her.
[MEAT!] The Hawk shouted happily in his mind, drawing his attention to a pile of raw fish set along one side of the long counter. It looked like a grocery section, where you could pick out your own ingredients to take to your room, while the first half of the counter was prepared dishes.