Matthew looked at the rather mini-sized bronze treasure chest with a look of surprise on his face.
Compared to others of its kind,
the King of Mimics neither stood out in size nor aura.
It just looked too ordinary.
So ordinary that if tossed amongst a group of chests, adventurers would easily overlook it.
Its bronze exterior seemed more like paint slathered on a wooden box, making it feel like the paint would chip off at the slightest touch.
Were it not for Matthew sensing the unbelievable vitality and power of its domain,
He would probably still be doubting its identity.
"I think you should be thankful for the greed of sentient beings."
"If people were to lose this desire called greed, you, as the King of Mimics, wouldn't have the chance to appear in this world."
Matthew said casually.
The King of Mimics affirmed:
"You're right."
"Greed is the nourishment for my growth and evolution, but that doesn't prevent me from despising their fate while I feed on their greed."
