341 A Super Fan!

Raze had made note of all the people that had entered the dimension at the time. According to Fixteen, they were fixed slots and prebooked appointments to enter the dimensions since it belonged to the Behemoth Clan. They did things this way so there wouldn't be an excessive number of warriors going to hunt for crystals, making it harder for the Dimensional Boss to be summoned accidentally.

So, if the Crimson Crane were here, they either had to sneak into the area or had come in afterward. Regardless, he knew there was no reason for them to be here. With them being Middle stage warriors, there was nothing for them to gain by coming to a place like this.

"Which means these guys had to have come inside here because they were after me. Damn, I have to realize that although Fixteen works for Dame, it's not as if he'll keep his mouth shut about the things I do," Raze thought.

"Hey, you're the one that just randomly goes into a Dimension that belongs to the Behemoth Clan," Alba said, almost in a nagging tone like a mother. "We have a lot of problems with them, and if they knew who you were, who knows what they would have done."

"Let me translate," Froma said, moving forward and offering her hand to help Raze up. "You're a member of the Crimson Crane. It's only right that we worry when one of our members does something that could get them hurt."

Raze had somewhat recovered, nowhere near enough to fight, but at least to stand up. He refused Froma's hand and stood on his own feet.

"I guess I can accept that explanation," Raze said. If there was one thing he was sure about the Crimson Crane, it was the fact that they weren't there to kill him. They had many chances to do that, and they could even get rid of him now if they wanted to. Whether they cared about him because he was a part of their clan or the items he made, it didn't matter; they wanted to keep him alive, and having extra eyes for his protection wasn't so bad.

"Am I dreaming right now?" Plon was slowly walking over to the site where the Dimension Boss had been killed; his group was following close behind him. As he got closer, he believed that he could recognize some of the people that were with him. He was sure of it, but how could it be possible?

"Claire, pinch me, kick me, or something!"

Claire didn't hesitate to do what Plon asked and kicked him, hitting him right on the shin.

"Ow!" Plon raised his leg, rubbing it, but now he knew; he knew that this wasn't a dream.

"It's them, don't you see? That's Alba from the Crimson Crane, and that's Little Froma, their Archer! I can't believe I'm seeing the Crimson Crane right here and now!"

Plon was starstruck, and so were the girls that were with him when they realized who was in front of them. They were wanderers, trying their best to get somewhere in the Pagna world. The only wanderer group that was capable of that so far were the Crimson Crane, so it was no wonder that they were fascinated with them.

Plon a little more than others. Some, even if they walked past the Crimson Crane members, wouldn't know what they looked like. Maybe Alba, since she was well known among them, but the same couldn't be said for the rest of them.

"Oh great, it's one of those super fans," Alba moaned. "Froma, you deal with them; you're better at this talking stuff."

Froma, with a bright red-cheeked rose smile, quickly moved over.

"It's nice to meet you all, but if you can, it might be best that you keep it a secret that you saw us here. Otherwise, we could all get into some trouble," Froma asked.

The others nodded politely, still just staring at the two members with stars in their eyes, which was making them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Don't you think it's a little too late for that?" Graft replied, as he had made his way over as well. Seeing how the iron-masked man had allowed him to live, he didn't want to betray his trust by running away at this moment.

"Old man, you could have run away in all the commotion. I'm too hurt to even chase you, so why did you stay?" Raze asked.

"Old man? I'm still in my thirties," Graft replied back. "I guess compared to all of these here, I might be considered old. Either way, I wanted to be of use to you."

"I guess it's time for me to show my use," Graft said. "If you can, I advise you to try moving the dead body of the beast here. Gather the crystals, of course, but underneath here, I'm sure that you will be in for quite the surprise."

11:20

"Wait, I wouldn't worry about the Behemoth Clan," Alba commented. "Reno is here making sure they all stay asleep. Also, when the Dimension Boss is defeated, no more people can come in."

"What about getting out?" Raze asked.

"That's fine; the portal will stay open, but it's on one side only. But once all of those that had entered exit, I assume the portal closes back up."

Alba used the word 'assume' because she didn't know, but Raze was still able to enter portals he had the coordinates to. If he opened them using his magic, he could get inside, and he remembered last time, mages from Alter had arrived.

"It makes me wonder, if we were to stay here long enough, will mages eventually arrive again? Those from Alter. It might be a good way to try to find out how they get back."

"What I was trying to say anyway is the Behemoth Clan won't be a problem," Alba continued. "So many people have died in this portal expedition. They won't have an idea of what happened and won't know who was the cause. Usually, they would try and keep everyone who survived behind so they could interrogate. But the only ones that know that you defeated the Dimension Boss are right here." Although that was true, the group had one escapee, and who knew what they were going to do. It wasn't something for Raze to worry about; it was just a single person who didn't even know who he was.

"I guess it's time for me to show my use," Graft said. "If you can, I advise you to try moving the dead body of the beast here. Gather the crystals, of course, but underneath here, I'm sure that you will be in for quite the surprise."

Everyone looked at each other, and was unsure, that was until Raze gave an order.

"Do what the man says; let's see how useful he is," Raze commented.

The group worked quite hard as they went and pushed the giant beast's body off. Alba had carved out the level 4 power stone and handed it over to Raze. It was rightfully his; she wasn't going to take it. The plant beast was too large in size for them to move, so they opted for another strategy.

They had cut the middle part of the plant beast and moved its insides all over the place. There wasn't any blood, or at least black or red blood. Instead, there was this strange sticky green substance. When everything had been moved, they could see something. It was a large square on the ground, something like a trap door.

"If you follow it, I'm sure you will be in for some surprises," Graft smiled. This was something else Raze wanted to do. The last dimension they had defeated the Dimension Boss, they had managed to find a number of things related to Alter which was of use to them. Maybe down here, they could do the same.