T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 592, Section 591: The Still Missing French Fries

The excruciating pain ripped Farn out of his coma.

The morning dew soaked through his coarse linen shirt, sticking to the congealed blood scabs on his back.

Every breath brought on a dull ache in my ribs.

His ribs were broken, and his internal organs might have been damaged as well. Even breathing was excruciatingly painful, and beads of sweat on his forehead soon blurred his vision.

In the field of vision, the firelight flickered.

Before losing consciousness, he forced himself to disinfect and stop the bleeding from the gruesome wounds on his thighs and calves.

The adventurer's most savage method, roasting over a fire, is very effective.

He fainted from the pain.

Farn found it hard to believe that he had been unconscious all night in the open wilderness yet was unharmed.

In the instant the excruciating pain robbed him of consciousness, he was reunited with his parents in his deepest dream, lamenting his own powerlessness.

"I'm still alive...it's divine protection, ouch!!!"

He was emotionally agitated, and his muscles were tearing apart again; he breathed weakly.

"Rustle~~"

The slight noise nearby sent chills down his spine. He desperately searched for a weapon to defend himself but found nothing.

He struggled to his feet, prepared to die with his companion.

She had long, silver-white hair, red eyes, and was tall and beautiful.

Like an elf stepping out of a painting, she glanced at him and slowly walked to the campfire.

Despite being covered in blood and displaying a ferocious expression, he showed no intimidation whatsoever. The other party, completely unconcerned, used his magic to bleed the wild deer he had dragged there, skinned it, cut it into pieces, and skewered it for roasting over the fire.

He slumped down, staring blankly at the elf who had taken over his campfire and treated him like an invisible man.

After years of experience, Fain could sense that the other party meant him no harm.

It turned out that it wasn't divine protection, but rather someone who had shielded him from the evil intentions of demons and wild beasts.

"Eat or not?"

Farn nodded, took the venison with his dirty hands, and, ignoring his injuries, tore into it with force.

You must eat your fill.

Must live!
He ate purely for the sake of eating, wolfing down the pungent venison bite after bite.

"Drink water?"

Faun nodded.

He took the bamboo tube and poured the contents into his mouth.

Water flowed over the wound, causing a burning pain.

"Thank you... Please forgive me, I have nothing to repay you with."

The elf chewed slowly and deliberately, as if searching for something to eat to ease her boredom, and asked.

"You're going to take on a dozen people all by yourself? Are you crazy?"

"you saw it?"

"I just happened to be passing by and glanced at them for a while," the elf said. "They spotted me when they were chasing you, which caused me some trouble."

Farn was so agitated that his arm wound reopened, bleeding profusely: "You killed them?"

"It has nothing to do with me, I have no interest in killing, so I just ran away."

Fain suddenly understood why he had managed to escape and survive.

I'm sorry to have dragged you into this.

The elf crushed a leaf he carried with him, put it into the bamboo tube filled with water, and drank from it.

"Stop with the apologies and tell me the reason."

After hesitating for a moment, Farn clenched his fists, and the water container reflected his distorted face, as if a dying, angry beast resided within it.

“My parents… my brother, my sister, all of them…”

His fists were clenched so tightly that his palms were scratched until they bled.

Little by little, I unearthed the scenes I didn't want to recall.

Fain wrote each word with heartfelt emotion.

The elf's somewhat lazy and carefree expression suddenly turned serious.

"What is the background of the other party?"

"I don't care, and I don't want to know. I just want them dead! Only when they're all dead can my family rest in peace!"

"With your strength, killing one person by sheer luck is already the result of unleashing your potential. There are more than a dozen of them, and they will die next time."

"If I can't get revenge, I'd rather die!" Farn gritted his teeth. "Even if I die, I'll cripple them and stain their skin with my blood!"

After a while, the sound of chewing food rose again from the other side of the campfire.

After a long while, the elf stood up and pointed in a direction for Farn: "Keep going this way, and you'll find people. Heal your wounds, and I might come to find you."

"Looking for...me?"

"I'll teach you how to kill," the elf sneered. "I'll teach you how to take your revenge."

Farn had no suspicions. He ate the venison and barely regained some strength before getting up and leaving.

Before falling into a coma again, he arrived at a village. When he woke up, he was in the local adventurers' guild's pharmacy.

The villagers' report and the sheriff's confirmation led him to receive treatment within the city-state.

Many people sympathized with his plight, and his former adventurer companions helped pay for his medical expenses.

After more than 30 days of recuperation, Fane indeed saw the elves again in a tavern not far from the Adventurers' Guild.

The other party seemed to have been waiting for me to recover.

"Are you really going to teach me?"

The elf ate the grilled fish, still slowly and deliberately.

"I've inquired around, and the deaths of your family members were undeserved calamities, not caused by any wrongdoing. You yourself are a person of good character, so yes."

"Why should you help me? I have nothing left."

"I'm in a good mood." The elf disassembled the fish's head and began sucking on the flesh of its face. "And it reminds me of how I first met a friend." "Was she also being chased?"

"She's better than you. Even though she was being chased, she made her opponent cough up blood."

Farn lowered his head slightly: "I'm ashamed."

He looked up again: "I still don't know your name."

"fries."

Farn was stunned for a long time.

In the Anatolian language family, the name can be broken down to mean a strip-shaped yam bean.

His excessive strangeness only made him think that the fries were hiding their real name.

Like a drowning man, Farn no longer cared about these trivial details. He would try any method that could make him stronger and successfully take revenge.

Even if it means selling one's soul!

French fries have no interest in his soul.

During the rehabilitation training phase, Faen gradually realized what kind of person the "good-hearted" elf who was offering help was.

Within the local system, his immediate combat strength as an adventurer is comparable to that of a 4th-tier mage.

In close combat, there is hope of dealing with a level 5 mage.

And so, in his first encounter with the fries, he became the punching bag on his own.

He attacked with a wooden sword, but was defeated by those who fought bare-handed, and was thrown to the ground with his mouth open and eyes closed.

The idea that "an inch longer, an inch stronger" didn't apply when they attacked with wooden sticks. French fries snatched the stick away and beat them mercilessly, causing them to flee in terror.

No matter what weapons he used or what tactics he employed, the fries stood tall like mountains.

Moreover, the combat skills and physical training methods taught by French Fries, which were condensed into martial arts techniques for instantaneous strikes, were all things that Faen had never heard of before.

During training sessions, Faen often expressed the feeling of "like a mayfly seeing the blue sky."

With just a few words, he was enlightened after more than ten years of living on the edge.

In just one month, Fain gained a much deeper understanding than before, and his combat skills improved by leaps and bounds.

Sitting in front of the skull hunter Farn, Jiang Heyi was initially confused, but when he heard the name "French Fries" appear, he instantly understood.

The intense training that Fain received reminded him of the physical training he had been forced to do in his previous life.

Finding the skull hunter Farn was not difficult, but when asked to reveal the main reason for his sudden increase in strength, he remained silent, became irritable, and even harbored murderous intent.

"The person who taught you was an elf, wasn't he?"

Jiang Heyi used only one sentence to make the usually tight-lipped Faen look alarmed and suspicious.

After reporting the modeling information for the squid and fries, Fain, his body trembling slightly, completed the final verification.

The "friends" mentioned during the French fry tutorial became the entry point for Farn to accept the conversation.

He was also invited to a hunter's warehouse he had built in the wild, where he was warmly entertained with strong liquor and dried meat from a hidden compartment.

Where are the fries?

"Teacher... I'm sorry, I know she never acknowledged me as her student, but she taught me so much, I have to call her that."

Jiang Heyi waved his hand: "Please do as you wish."

After studying for a period of time, Fain overestimated his own rate of progress.

Driven by a thirst for revenge, and having received information from his companions, he entered the mountains with bloodshot eyes.

He didn't want to rely on fries; he longed to avenge his family with his own hands.

The successful kill of four people was the result of his practice.

He was severely wounded, with an arrow piercing his shoulder blade—a punishment for his recklessness and impulsiveness.

Just as Farn resigned himself to his fate, French fries appeared.

She broke his legs and arms, and just like that, she left eight enemies in front of her.

"Then you cut off their heads and ate them?" Jiang Heyi asked, puzzled.

Farn waved his hands repeatedly.

“I didn’t do that. The corpses were eaten by the demon wolves that roamed the area, but the story got twisted as people started saying I liked to eat the flesh and bones of villains raw.”

“At first I wanted to explain, but after thinking about it carefully, if the villains are afraid to do evil because of this, what happened to me probably won’t happen to innocent people.”

"So I secretly tamed the wolves in the wild and dragged them around to help me devour the corpses of those evil people."

Jiang Heyi was both amused and exasperated; so this was how the rumors about the skull hunters originated.

The skull-hunting is real, but the cannibalism is fake.

I wonder if the ruler is watching the show and noticing him at this moment.

Does he feel any empathy for the stigma of being a "bulimic"?

During the conversation, the dire wolves that had been tamed by Faen arrived in front of the hunter's cabin. They pried at the door of the cabin, nudged it with their heads, and all rushed in.

Farn laughed and said, "These wolves were only familiar with me because the teacher caught them and used them as dogs."

Fries left after Fain successfully took his revenge.

He didn't know where he was going.

Before leaving, French Fries repeatedly warned him that he must not use the techniques she taught him for evil purposes.

If someone violates this rule, she or her friends will personally punish them.

Jiang Heyi rubbed his temples, looking somewhat helpless.

Information channels simply could not possibly collect these trivial matters that occurred within the city-state.

An adventurer's rise to fame, whether for good or bad, is commonplace throughout the empire.

If you miss it, you miss it.

"I haven't asked yet, what is your relationship with Ms. French Fries? Are you a friend she often mentions?"

Jiang Heyi grinned and said, "To be precise, the teacher you're talking about is my wife. If you insist on calling her 'teacher,' then you should change how you address me."

Fain, this rough and tough guy, was instantly drenched in sweat.

"Ah, ah?"

(End of this chapter)