Just as this branch chief who loved to slack off and drink had completely sunk into a state of drunken oblivion.

Cook P. Jones had already taken Loren and Seena, the three of them, and left the City of Hekahn, arriving outside that vast, boundless natural forest...

Glistening white snow, accompanied by the pure and quiet moonlight, turned the area outside the City of Hekahn in the deep night into a place of silence.

Because the planet of the "Beastkin Star Domain" was excessively massive, places outside the urban clusters often seemed somewhat lonely and desolate.

Even though the vast majority of races from the Star Realm had already gathered on this super-giant planet, when these intelligent beings were evenly distributed across the surface of this colossal world, the population density still appeared somewhat sparse.

Furthermore, the "Beastkin Star Domain" was currently in the midst of a cold winter, making the land seem even more vast and sparsely populated.

At this time, Superhumans venturing out on normal expeditions often had to walk for a long time in the natural wilderness outside various cities before encountering a group of intelligent beings...

"The bitter cold season; the endless expanse of white earth; the majority of intelligent races hunkering down to endure the winter..."

These phrases also composed the atmosphere of the entire winter in the Beastkin Star Domain.

At this moment.

Cook P. Jones and the others stood still before these tall trees, their branches encrusted with white crystalline formations.

"Even though it doesn't feel like much time has passed since we left here, I unexpectedly feel like it's been ages since I returned..."

Cook P. Jones, standing at the front of the group, looked up at the fantastically beautiful white rime frost on the trees and let out a soft sigh.

Loren and Seena behind him, stepping on the thick snow beneath their feet, also looked up at the white rime frost hanging from those tall trees...

No one spoke, all quietly appreciating this picturesque scene.

After a long while.

Cook P. Jones, standing at the very front and looking up at the snowy scenery, was the one who finally broke the group's silence.

"Alright, folks, time to split the loot!"

As his words fell, relying on his Superhuman physique, he plopped down cross-legged on the bone-chillingly cold snow in a carefree manner.

Seeing this, Loren shrugged silently and followed suit, sitting on the snow.

Hankley and Tannas, the two physically powerful male Superhumans to the side, also chose this simple and direct method of sitting down.

Only the sole female Superhuman in the team—Mage Seena—after giving everyone a disdainful look, silently retrieved a snow chair from her spatial storage device and sat down on it...

And after sitting down, she lightly tapped her staff on the snow at her feet.

"Boom!"

A red fireball, one meter in diameter, appeared in the air above everyone. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The fireball hung suspended and burned quietly, dispersing the chill in the air for the group...

"Hey, female Spell Lords are just a bit more refined..."

Cook P. Jones, who had sat down on the snow first, quietly muttered under his breath in a low voice.

Of course, this action naturally earned him a disdainful side-eye from Seena...

No one could whisper normally in front of a Mage without being heard; these backline damage dealers sometimes had Spiritual Power to spare with nowhere to use it...

Realizing his grumbling had been overheard, Cook P. Jones coughed dryly once, chose to ignore Seena's disdainful look, and began speaking earnestly about the main topic:

"When I arrived at the Bounty Hunters Guild ahead of time, I had already sold all those old aristocracy items you looted to that Goblin merchant."

"Because I have some additional agreements with that Goblin merchant..."

"All this loot was calculated at a higher price."

"Therefore, our profits increased by 50%..."

At this point, Cook P. Jones's gaze swept over Seena, Hankley, and Tannas one by one...

And these three, upon hearing Cook P. Jones's words, remained calm and unperturbed, as if they didn't care how much the loot had sold for.

Seeing this, Cook P. Jones sighed.

"That ancient, long-lost ruin might not be as good as you imagine."

"Taking these Spirit Stones and leaving now might be the best choice for you..."

Cook P. Jones, staring at the faces of the three, spoke with a tone of sincere admonition, as if he truly had fulfilled his responsibility as the "team leader"...

Unfortunately, in the face of his sincere advice, the attitudes of these three did not change in the slightest; instead, their gazes grew even more resolute.

"Boss Cook, I've been stuck at the Ninth Tier for too long. I want to achieve Legendary!"

"I come from a commoner background. The mentor who taught me magic, he himself never achieved Legendary..."

"Among the three of us, I am the one with the least choice."

Seena, sitting upright and proper on her snow chair, calmly stated her decision.

Simultaneously, after Seena finished speaking.

The usually silent Hankley also used a single sentence to voice his decision:

"Boss Cook, the person I want to kill cannot be killed by an ordinary Legendary. I also have no choice."

Upon hearing Seena and Hankley's responses, Cook P. Jones shook his head slightly.

Then, he turned his gaze toward the last person he had recruited—Tannas.

"Tannas, what's your decision?"

"You, coming from the God of Life's church, shouldn't lack the conditions for advancing to Legendary, right?"

Facing Cook P. Jones's inquiry, Tannas also shook his head firmly, a slight smile on his face:

"Mr. Cook, there is also competition within the God of Life's church."

"Achieving Legendary outside and using the church's resources to achieve Legendary are two different things."

"I also want to try my luck, and then return to the Land of the Gods to compete for a Bishop's position."

"Actually, after hearing your initial description, I had already decided."

"And after you released your aura when facing that White-bearded Dwarf, I became even more firm in this decision."

"An ordinary newly-advanced Legendary wouldn't have that kind of oppressive pressure you carry."

"Based on my speculation, the inheritance within that ruin might be very different..."

"Moreover, judging from the ancient text knowledge I learned in the church, these inheritances likely come from the oldest batch of Gods in the Star Realm..."

"There's a high probability they are divine inheritances lost after the first Ragnarok!"

At this point, Tannas paused, his gaze fixed intently on Cook P. Jones's eyes!!

"Am I right, Boss Cook?"

As Tannas's words fell!!!

Everyone present, including Loren, began breathing rapidly.

The atmosphere became extremely quiet and oppressive!!!

No one spoke, no one made any movement! They didn't even dare to blink!!

Afraid that in the next moment, someone might try to erupt and attack the others!

Also afraid that any unnecessary movement on their part might cause misunderstanding among the others...

The term "divine inheritance" kept echoing in everyone's minds!