Outer Gods invade, stuff them all into your equipment inventory.

These Fallen Ones didn't drop any equipment; there were only a few Dimensional Silver Coins on the ground.

Sean didn't even lower his head, his hands in his pockets, and used his Mage's Hand to grab the dimensional coins and put them directly into his storage pocket.

As for the materials from the Fallen, Sean didn't collect any of them.

He would be spending a long time in the wilderness, and although the three-cubic-meter storage bag was quite large, it wasn't enough to fit everything in it.

At least this grade of material is definitely not worthy.

He walked straight toward the pile of wreckage not far away.

"This is indeed the corpse of a Fallen."

The dark red skin and mutilated limbs were very obvious.

It's unclear whether they were killed by the hero or by these fallen demons themselves.

Fallen are a very special kind of monster.

Although they are social monsters, they also enjoy killing their own kind.

For them, this killing of each other is even a pleasure, a form of entertainment.

When food is scarce, the flesh and blood of one's own kind is the easiest source of sustenance.

"If it weren't for the Fallen's incredibly fast respawn rate, the number of these monsters would be reduced by half just from fighting among themselves."

Sean did not move the three corpses, but left them where they were.

Afterwards, a "corpse-dragging team" will come and take away the corpses of these Fallen Ones.

Monster corpses are a valuable resource.

After a hero kills a monster, most of the corpse, except for some important parts, will remain in place.

It would be such a waste to just leave it to rot or be refreshed.

Corpse-hauling teams were formed specifically to address this situation.

The main members of the corpse-dragging team are ordinary people who have not yet awakened.

They were employed by the Heroes' Guild and operated within a certain area outside the relatively safe city walls.

Under the protection of some heroes, they find the corpses of monsters killed by the heroes, use professional tools to quickly cut and collect them, and then transport the valuable materials back to the settlement for further processing.

Compared to other professions, the income of a corpse-dragging team is much higher, even comparable to that of some E-rank heroes.

However, this profession has an extremely high mortality rate, and no one can guarantee that they won't encounter monsters while working in the wild.

Although heroes accompany the team to provide protection, the number of heroes is limited, and when there are too many monsters, oversights are inevitable in the protection.

Every time they went out, the corpse-carryers were attacked and killed by wandering monsters. Therefore, although the job was well paid, it was "trading life for money".

...........................

"Impact!"

With one foot on the skateboard and the other slamming into the ground, Sean activated his ramming skill.

Under the skill's effect, Sean, riding on the scooter, transformed into a blurry afterimage at an astonishing speed, charging forward with an explosive speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Behind him was the rapid whistling sound of his body tearing through the air.

The skateboard wheels beneath him left a trail of sparks as they scraped against the rough ground.

"Cool!"

"That felt so good!"

Sean was extremely excited, enjoying the speed and passion.

Compared to the skills and spells obtained through the equipment slots, the impact skill he mastered himself clearly has more potential for development in its use.

For example, this kind of usage was something he could never have done before.

After several failed attempts, Sean has achieved a 100% success rate with this method of using impact.

"When combined with pulleys, the ramming skill has become a pretty good charging skill."

This skill is quite useful whether you're chasing someone or trying to escape.

The only drawback is—

The wheels wear out too quickly, making them unusable as a regular means of transportation.

Sean compared the two types of skills.

The impact skill, which he mastered and cultivated through his own efforts, was perfectly suited to his physical condition in every way.

Therefore, it has the potential to continue to improve and strengthen, and may even develop its own unique advanced variations.

However, many of the skills he acquires through the equipment slots are skills he doesn't have the necessary conditions to learn.

For example, the prerequisite for learning water-making is having the ability to create things, which he doesn't possess at all.

However, due to the special function of the equipment slot, he forcibly gained these abilities.

But precisely because of this, he lost the possibility of improving these abilities through training.

The former is a seed with "roots" that can grow continuously.

The latter, on the other hand, is a pre-formed stone whose shape is completely fixed and has no possibility of further growth.

"Fortunately, I can make these already formed stones grow bigger and stronger by continuously absorbing more memory fragments."

In comparison, the second type of skill is probably easier to improve.

"However... what if it's an ability that I have the necessary skills to learn, but which I acquire through an equipment slot?"

"What will happen then?"

Sean quickly thought of the high jump skill he had acquired.

"I must give it a try when I have time..."

Perhaps there will be new gains.

Behind him was a Fallen camp that was getting smaller and smaller.

He had just wiped out the camp a few minutes earlier.

The entire camp, which contained fifteen Fallen Ones, now had all their corpses impaled by icicles and standing upright on the ground.

"It's a pity we didn't find the treasure chest."

Not all Fallen camps will have treasure chests; only the larger camps have a higher chance of producing them.

In the center of the camp, there was a new grave.

This was Sean's doing.

While cleaning up the battlefield, he witnessed a chilling scene near the bubbling cauldron in the camp:

Half of the skeleton, boiled until its skin was torn and its face unrecognizable, was soaking in murky soup, a truly gruesome sight.

Not far from the pot, scattered on the ground were numerous pieces of clothing, violently torn into strips.

Judging from the style, color, and material, those are undoubtedly human clothing.

"It must have been a corpse-dragged man."

"I wonder whose husband this is? And whose son?"

If it's a hero, Sean should most likely find the hero's badge or weapons/equipment belonging to the other party in the camp.

But in fact, he found nothing.

Don't underestimate these Fallen Ones; they're just ice shards in Sean's hands.

But that doesn’t mean they are weak.

None of the monsters roaming the wild are weak. At least, that's certainly true for those corpse-carrying people who are just ordinary humans.

A mere slight bump could take their lives.

The one in the pot must have been unlucky enough to encounter a monster and die at its hands. Such things are nothing new in this era.

Although he had no desire to specifically send such a corpse back to the settlement, Sean couldn't simply turn a blind eye and leave it to rot in the wilderness.

So they simply dug a grave and buried the half-corpse along with the large pot, so that he could rest in peace.

Sean also knew that being buried in such a place meant that it wouldn't be long before the monsters dug it up again.

However, this was the most he could do for the deceased.

"At least it can give him a moment of peace..."

In such an era, no one can ask for more.