A different world game? A different world game!

While Varn was sweating and fighting bloody battles in the trials of steel and lava.

In the shimmering, chaotic depths of the Dome of Rules, another elite Soul Guardian—the Elf Hunter Legolas the Arrow of the Hunt—is also embarking on his own legendary journey.

He was also a member of Varne's team.

Unlike Vayne's loss of consciousness, Legolas's consciousness was crystal clear, as clear as the morning light piercing through the thin mist.

In that wondrous space, he resolutely chose the rules he desired, purely according to his own will.

All these outward manifestations of rules floating within the dome of rules have unique meanings. If you can see into their essence, you will naturally be able to choose the rules that your heart desires.

And then, his fingertips lightly touched the "hunting arrow ribbon" that seemed to be woven from flowing light and shadow and invisible threads.

What he felt was not being devoured, but a strange yet intimate "invitation".

He recognized it immediately, as if an ancient song from the depths of his blood had been suddenly awakened, stirring up a distant echo.

According to the Night's Watch, all humanoid races originated from humans.

It is said that when the elves first made a wish by chance that changed the entire race, one of the core reasons was their desire to hunt more perfectly in the deep forests.

At that time, their tribe was one of the most skilled hunters among human tribes—they lived in the lush forests, coexisted with nature, and relied on hunting wild animals in the forest for survival.

Since then, the Elf Hunters have been recognized as the world's top hunters, and this reputation has spread like wildfire.

The Elven hunter thus became the source of all hunting skills.

In the ancient legends passed down through generations of elven hunters, in the magnificent epics that are recited and described in oral tradition, depicting the ancestors' life-and-death struggles against terrifying beasts in the primordial era.

The "Hunting Arrow Ribbon" is a symbol of supreme honor that exists only in mythology.

It is not a physical object, but rather represents a perfect harmony and sacred covenant reached between the hunter and the prey, the environment, and even the mysterious rules of hunting itself when the way of hunting has reached its pinnacle.

It symbolizes absolute precision, deadly patience, and a profound understanding of the nature of the prey—a hunting divinity that transcends skill and borders on instinct.

"Archery rules..."

Legolas was shaken to his core, then overwhelmed with immense joy, like a thirsty traveler finding a spring.

Without the slightest hesitation, his consciousness, guided by the warm ribbon, instantly sank into it.

The dizziness vanished in an instant, and my feet were already on the solid, warm floor.

The fresh scent of pine, the dry smell of animal fur, and the familiar aroma of metal and oil filled his nostrils, evoking instinctive and comforting memories.

He stood in the center of a typical hunter's cabin, looking around:
Dry furs hung on the rough wooden walls, various tools were piled in the corners, and embers glowed faintly in the hearth, filling the entire space with a tranquil and focused atmosphere.

Legolas' lips curled into a familiar, confident smile.

"As expected! It's related to hunting; this is the very testing ground for the path I've pursued all my life."

He quickly calmed down and analyzed the situation according to Areris's previous instructions:
The rules of the trials are varied and almost without any fixed pattern, but they can be deduced based on the environment and the understanding of the rules.

In this mysterious spiritual space constructed by rules, the goal is undoubtedly to complete the hunting trial and thereby comprehend the true meaning of the "Hunting Archery Rules".

He immediately sensed his own condition:
The surging peak level 10 power within his body vanished without a trace, replaced by a long-lost sense of "lightness" and "restraint".

Physical strength, reaction speed, sensory acuity...

This is roughly equivalent to the level three of the most skilled mortal hunters on the continent before the Night's Watch arrived.

In an era before the Night's Watch arrived and before the military power expanded, level three was already a pretty good level; even elite knights were no better.

Therefore, a level 3 hunter is definitely excellent—after all, most hunters are only level 2.

So, is he now an elite hunter with superb skills but limited power?

His clothes were made of durable coarse linen, simple and practical, without any added magical protection.

"Stripped of power, retaining only the core skills and instincts?" Legolas's eyes were sharp as an eagle's. "Very good, this is the purest test of the hunt."

Far from being flustered or anxious, he was actually quite pleased with it, and a long-lost excitement welled up inside him.

As one grows stronger, the pleasure of hunting becomes scarce; but when one is weak, any slightly challenging beast can get his blood pumping.

He didn't rush towards the dazzling array of equipment racks.

Before entering the hunting grounds, a truly skilled hunter's primary task is to define their objective. However, the cabin was empty and silent, broken only by the crackling of the fire in the hearth, offering no direct clues.

Legolas began a meticulous search, his movements as nimble as a cat's.

He inspected the drawers of the wooden table, probed the cracks in the fireplace, rummaged through the clutter in the corner, and even lifted the heavy animal hides hanging there...

Finally, in an inconspicuous, dusty recess on the mantel, he found an old hunting notebook with a badly worn leather cover.

He flipped through the pages quickly, the yellowed pages rustling softly.

The notebook contained no clear hunting instructions, no clear descriptions or names of the prey, but rather scattered clues that required the hunter's wisdom to decipher:
“Footprints: three toes, deeply embedded in the soil, spanning the length of an adult man’s three steps…”

"Gnawing marks: A piece of hardwood as thick as a bowl was easily bitten through, leaving a jagged, serrated break..."

"The smell: a mixture of dampness from decaying earth, the metallic stench of rust, and... a pungent, irritating secretion from certain glands..."

"Activity range: The core is located deep within 'Howling Valley,' but the trails around its edges indicate that it is extremely vigilant, patrolling a range far exceeding the needs of its territory..."

"Eyewitness account (blurred): In the twilight, a massive shadow moved like a ghost through the forest at incredible speed, creating a violent gust of wind that caused even mature trees to shake violently..."

"A rough map: the terrain is roughly sketched, seemingly marking this as my hunting ground, with key areas such as streams and cliffs marked..."

Legolas's mind raced, combining the clues in the notes with the vast knowledge he had accumulated in the Wild Forest of the Titan Continent:
Size and strength: The depth and span of the footprints, combined with the marks left by biting through hardwood, indicate that the target was at least the size of a strong warhorse, with bulging muscles and terrifying strength.

Claw/hoof features: The unique three-toed shape rules out most even-toed ungulates and felines, pointing to large birds of prey such as griffins or pterosaurs? But the notes don't mention any flight traces. Or perhaps some rare monitor lizard or subspecies of ground dragon? Or… some unknown, powerful mutated monster?

Habits: Extremely territorial and vigilant, with a wide range of activity suggesting keen perception or lightning-fast movement. The irritating glandular secretions may be deterrent markings or some kind of insidious hunting aid.

Danger level: It is definitely a high-level predator with excellent strength, speed and perception. It is very likely to have special abilities that can be concealed, such as deadly toxins or violent elemental attacks.

"Small? No, at least a medium-sized dangerous species! A typical powerful land beast, alert and swift... Full of challenge, just what I'm looking for!"

Legolas' eyes blazed with excitement, and a sharp smile, typical of hunters when facing a formidable foe, curled at the corners of his mouth.

This is the ultimate trial he has been longing for!
The highest glory of the hunting arrow should be forged by such legendary prey. The prey's level far exceeds his current state, but it is precisely this disparity that makes the hunt worthwhile.

Having clearly defined the general outline of his target, he decisively turned and walked towards the equipment area, his gaze scanning the displayed weapons like a scanner:

Lightweight Hunting Bow (Short Bow): With a high rate of fire and excellent concealment, it is suitable for rapid guerrilla warfare in the forest, but its power and range are limited, making it difficult to penetrate heavy armor.

Forest Longbow (Longbow): A balanced choice with moderate range, power, and rate of fire. It is versatile and has slight limitations in dense forest environments, but it is currently the best solution.

Armor-piercing heavy crossbow: It is extremely powerful and penetrating, with a very long range, but it is slow to load, heavy and difficult to carry, and its firing is very loud and easily detected.

There are many types of quivers:

Standard Feathered Arrow (Balanced and Practical)

Armor-piercing spiked arrow (a powerful weapon for breaching enemy strongholds)

Barbed hunting arrows (for bloodletting torture)

Poisoned arrows (highly risky, proceed with caution)

Signal arrow (special purpose)
Trap tools:

Wire snare (smart and concealed)
Bear trap (large, highly deterrent)
Triggered spike trap component (bulky and time-consuming)

Other necessities:
Durable leather armor (lightweight protection)

A sharp hunting knife (for close combat)
Bandages and herbal packs for stopping bleeding (essential for first aid)

Hook climbing (terrain crossing)

Water bag, flint (basic survival items)

Legolas made his decision without the slightest hesitation, in the blink of an eye.

The target is large, thick-skinned, and highly vigilant; the primary goal is to kill it with a single blow or weaken it quickly.

He chose:
Weapon: Forest Longbow.

The longbow strikes a perfect balance between power, range, and relatively quiet firing characteristics, making it suitable for precise mid-range sniping and agile mobile combat.

While heavy crossbows are powerful, their slow reload is a fatal weakness when fighting high-speed targets, and the loud noise can instantly destroy concealment.
A short bow is not powerful enough to move a giant beast.

Arrows: The primary choice is armor-piercing cone-shaped arrows (with barbs), a full 20 arrows in a tube to ensure sufficient firepower.

Carry an additional 5 ordinary arrows for probing, driving away, or firing additional shots to interfere with targets.

He decisively abandoned the poisoned arrow—its purpose was unclear, and it might have angered the target or contaminated valuable loot.
This is a sacred trial, a pursuit of purity like a true hunt, not indiscriminate slaughter. Signal arrows are useless here.

Protective Gear: Wear lightweight and durable leather armor, focusing on protecting the chest, abdomen, shoulders and arms, to ensure agility like the wind.

Tools: A sharp hunting knife is securely tucked into the waistband, in preparation for life-or-death moments of close-quarters combat;

Bring two sets of wire snares and a large animal trap to set deadly ambush points or create obstacles.

Climbing grappling hooks are essential for navigating complex forest terrain and turning danger into safety.

Bandages, herbal packs, and water bladders are essential for survival and should be carried at all times.

Abandon the cumbersome spiked pit component—it's time-consuming to set up and its effectiveness on large targets is questionable.

Core Strategy: Outsmarting the enemy is paramount. Use the dense environment to set traps to restrict their movement, find the best sniping position, and pursue precise and fatal blows to vital points—eyes, throat, heart, or joints—and resolutely avoid reckless head-on confrontations.

He already had a complete and meticulous plan and acted swiftly.

The gentle hum of the bowstring tension was pleasant to the ear. He tested the weight and balance of the hunting knife, feeling as if it were an extension of his own body. He meticulously secured the equipment to his body, each movement revealing a seasoned and practiced skill.

Finally, he carefully tucked the hunting notebook, which contained the clues, into his bosom, close to his heart.

everything's ready.

Taking a deep breath of the scent mixed with wood and rust, Legolas resolutely pushed open the heavy, creaking wooden door of the hunting lodge.

The blinding white light instantly engulfed my vision, as if I had fallen into a pure white dream.

As the light receded like the tide, the scene before him startled him slightly, and then a strong, heart-wrenching sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

He was standing at the foot of an ancient and dense primeval forest.

Towering trees rise from the ground, majestic like green giants, their gnarled roots like the claws of dragons, deeply embedded in the fertile black soil.

The dense canopy of trees, layer upon layer, blocks out the sun, allowing only dappled, golden beams of light to pierce the deep green shade and cast shimmering spots of light on the ground.

The vines, like thick pythons, meandered and coiled around the weathered tree trunks, while thick moss and ferns covered the damp ground and dark blue rocks like a velvet carpet.

The air was filled with the damp scent of humus, the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, and a primal, wild, almost tangible pulse of life.

This scene was so similar to his beloved homeland—the edge of the Wild Forest on the continent of Tet, known for its danger and abundance.

"It feels like home..."

Legolas murmured to himself, a hunter's characteristic cool and aloof smile playing on his lips as he faced a challenge.

He tightened the longbow strap on his back, adjusted the position of the quiver, and positioned the hunting knife at his waist at the most convenient angle to draw, as if it were one with the weapon.

Those sharp eyes, belonging to both elves and top hunters, instantly swept across the dense forest before them like searchlights, greedily scanning the environment like the most sophisticated instruments.

The mottled texture of the tree trunk, the soft layer of fallen leaves on the ground, the subtle changes in the angle of the leaves as the breeze blows, the faint chirping of birds and the rustling of insects in the distance...

Countless subtle pieces of information, like trickling streams, flowed into his vast sea of ​​consciousness.

He listened intently, catching every unusual sound the wind carried, as if listening to the whispers of the earth.

He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly, trying to discern in the air, besides the fresh scent of grass and trees, the faint, almost imperceptible mixture of "rust and stimulating glands" that might belong to his target.

"It's really a bit hard to get used to. It seems I need to spend some time getting used to the frail body on the hunt."

After all, dropping from level 10 to level 3 is a leap that is hard to imagine.

As a hunter, you must understand your own physical condition and strive for perfection. (End of Chapter)