Once Evan finished checking his clones' stats, he immediately went back to grinding.
It had already become his routine. Not that there was anything better to do in this godforsaken place.
That said, unlike before, he no longer limited himself to hunting weaker prey just to satisfy his clones' advancement requirements. Instead, he went straight for the stronger ones, starting with those at the peak of C-rank, then moving directly on to B-rank targets.
[Ding! Your clone has slain a C-Rank (Advanced-Stage) Forsaken.]
[You have earned +30,000 ESS!]
[Ding! Your clone has slain a C-Rank (Advanced-Stage) Forsaken.]
[You have earned +30,000 ESS!]
[Ding! Your clone has slain a C-Rank (Advanced-Stage) Forsaken.]
[You have earned +30,000 ESS!]
...
[Ding! Your clone has slain a B-Rank (Early-Stage) Forsaken.]
[You have earned +300,000 ESS!]
