Magus Supremacy - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Rest up!
Chapter 150

The team approached a looming cave nestled amidst jagged cliffs. They would have arrived much earlier if it weren’t for frequent stops—either to avoid prowling beasts or to wait for those struggling to walk for… obvious reasons. But finally, they had made it.

Without hesitation, the team members dashed past Grey and collapsed inside, hitting the ground with audible groans. Their chests heaved in and out, lungs begging for air.

Grey entered last, his eyes scanning the interior. The cave was cavernous—easily spacious enough to house ten beasts side by side. It was perfect. His teammates were already gulping down water, their bodies sprawled out in pure exhaustion.

“Chill, guys! At this rate, our water supply’s gonna run dry before we even start hunting,” Raze muttered.

“You forget we’ve got an endless supply right here?” Arthur said, gesturing toward Jay, who silently sipped his water.

“Right! He’s a water mage. Incredibly convenient,” Scarlet added.

Grey moved toward a quiet corner and sat down, his sharp gaze dancing across the cave walls, the uneven ground, and up to the craggy ceiling above.

‘This is a solid hideout,’ he thought. ‘Doesn’t look like there’s a back entrance. Just one way in and one way out—good.’

“Hey! Want a bottle of water?” Vince called out, lifting one up.

‘Try to mingle more with them,’ Grey reminded himself.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied.

Vince tossed it over, and Grey casually summoned a breeze to guide it toward him. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

‘Awwn! He looks cute while drinking water,’ Vanica thought, cheeks turning rosy. Scarlet, catching the look, narrowed her eyes.

“What are you looking at?” she asked. ‘Wait! Why did I just ask that? Why do I care?!’

“It’s… it’s nothing,” Vanica stammered, looking away with a small blush.

“We’ve got shelter, water, and clothes to change into,” Arthur began, raising a finger, “but no one’s talking about the most important thing—food!”

“Shouldn’t the most important thing be finding a better way to move around this planet?” asked Gordon, the poison user.

“That’s important, sure. But don’t we need food to fuel that movement?” Arthur replied with a pointed brow.

“I heard beast meat is edible,” said Vorden, the mist user and Greg’s close friend.

“Ewww! How can a noble like you even think of eating beast meat?” Vince asked, visibly appalled.

“I heard, doesn’t mean I want to eat it. But considering our situation, we might not have much of a choice,” Vorden said with a shrug.

“I’ll head out and hunt a beast. That should give us enough meat for tonight,” Grey said, pushing to his feet before leaving the cave.

“Is… is Grey becoming kinder lately?” Raze asked.

“Yeah, sure. Like that arrogant peasant would care about anyone but himself,” Scarlet scoffed.

“I don’t know. He seemed pretty decent saving Vince from Dave,” Vanica added.

“That’s your opinion. I still see him as a damn peasant,” Greg muttered.

“Agreed,” Vorden nodded, and the group fell into silence, waiting.

Ten minutes later, Grey returned—specks of crimson on his face, dragging the corpse of a massive beast, as large as a lion from the Old Era.

“I got the food. Now it’s your turn to make it edible,” Grey said, dropping the beast with a thud and walking off to his corner.

“Well… who’s cooking this thing?” Greg asked, staring at the carcass.

“Shouldn’t we clean it first?” Vanica asked.

“Right. And lucky us—we’ve got an endless water supply,” Scarlet replied.

Jay stepped forward, scoffing, and summoned a blade of water. With expert precision, he dissected the beast, though his expression looked like he might puke at any moment. After several minutes of vigorous cleaning, he finally stepped back.

“Now… who’s cooking this?” he asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Logically, the females should handle that part, right?” Vorden suggested.

“Right,” Gordon seconded.

“What?! You expect a noble like me to cook for you all?” Scarlet fired back.

“What’s the problem? Didn’t I just clean it? Aren’t I a noble too?” Jay countered.

“But—” Scarlet began.

“But what? Everyone’s playing their part. It’s not hard to do yours,” Vince chuckled.

“You doofus! Let me finish! Don’t we need wood to even cook this damn thing?!” Scarlet yelled.

“True! And maybe a pot or something,” Vanica added.

“Do we really need pots? Roasting it with a few spices should be fine. No need for fancy prep,” Jay said.

“What about wood?” Vanica repeated.

“Right! Why not let Greg handle that?” Vince grinned.

“Why me?! Why can’t you weaklings go?” Greg snapped.

“Duh! Aren’t you supposed to be the second strongest after Grey? Want to prove you’re stronger than him? Here’s your chance. Be useful and fetch some wood,” Raze said with a shrug.

“All this is none of my concern,” Arthur groaned, clutching his stomach. “Whoever’s going should hurry—my stomach’s about to stage a rebellion.”

“Fine!” Greg grumbled and stormed out of the cave.

“How many hours do you think he’ll take?” Raze asked.

“You’re wicked for even asking that,” Scarlet smirked. “But if I had to guess—maybe a day or so.”

“Facts,” Arthur nodded.

“Agreed,” Vanica giggled.

Just then, Greg returned, huffing and drenched in sweat, a hefty pile of wood slung over one arm.

“Whoa! He surpassed expectations. Somebody give this man an award,” Scarlet chuckled.

“Whatever. Here’s your damn wood,” Greg muttered, tossing it down. “Now get cooking before I cook you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Scarlet rolled her eyes and, along with Vanica, dragged the beast and wood aside to start prepping.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the cave, Grey sat cross-legged, eyes closed, deep in meditation. He was completely tuned out, detached from the back-and-forth of the others.

Thirty minutes later, a mouthwatering aroma filled the cave. The meat was finally ready. Within five minutes, portions were distributed, and everyone began devouring it like ravenous wolves.

Ten minutes passed, and the beast was reduced to nothing but bones, everyone now sitting back, patting their full bellies with satisfied smiles.

“That was strangely delicious,” Grey said. “I doubt the arrogant queen here could’ve made something that good, so my thanks go to Vanica.”

“Hey! What the hell?! Who says I can’t cook?!” Scarlet snapped.

“Did you cook it though? If you had, we’d all be out looking for bushes to unload our guts by now,” Grey smirked.

“How dare you?!” Scarlet yelled, flames dancing on her hands as the group erupted in laughter.

“Anyway, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we hunt,” Grey said, standing and heading to his corner.

“I still want to know who died and made you the f*cking leader!” Scarlet shouted.

“Ask your gramps,” Grey shot back as he settled down. “Goodnight, weaklings.”

“I swear, one day I’ll roast you alive!” Scarlet shouted furiously.

Everyone laughed again before settling down, slowly drifting off to sleep—minds already bracing for the brutal hunt awaiting them come morning.