Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Chardo ignored him, glanced at the potion that attracted monsters behind Bell, closed one eye, and leisurely hummed a little tune.

Until we reached the summit.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

"No, I can't go on, my lungs are going to explode, I can't run anymore! Kill me... Ah... Grandpa, Grandpa, are you coming to save me?" Bell lay on the ground, large drops of sweat falling into the mud and sand, only to be absorbed by the soil in the next moment.

He seemed to see the faces of his deceased relatives before his eyes.

With a clang, a metal dagger landed in front of Bell.

Chardo's voice rang in his ears: "What are you standing there for? Go and kill those kobolds."

Bell stared blankly at the dagger in front of him, and it took him a long time to realize that the kobold hadn't eaten him.

He gripped his dagger and turned to look. There were 15 kobolds in total, just like him, exhausted and lying on the ground, barely breathing. Even though they really were dogs.

At that moment, Bell felt like he was more of a dog than these dogs...

"You wouldn't be too afraid to even attack a monster that has no chance of fighting back, would you? This is the first step to becoming a hero. Remember your previous experience of wielding the sword."

The deep, gentle voice rang out again. Bell gritted his teeth, gripped his dagger tightly, and roared as he charged forward.

One knife, one knife, and another knife.

The kobold's blood stained his cheeks, and soon 15 corpses lay on the mountaintop.

“Not bad…” Chardo walked up and looked at Bell, who was completely exhausted and sitting on the ground with a blank look in his eyes. He grabbed him by the back of his collar and said, “Don’t rest. You swung your sword wrong just now. You’re punished by swinging your sword 1000 times. If you can’t do that, you have to do a handstand and run ten laps around the mountaintop. If you still can’t do that, you have to do 100 sit-ups…”

"Eeya————"

Whoosh...

The sound of swords being swung echoed from the mountaintop.

Until noon.

Wisps of smoke rose from the mountaintop, where Chardo stirred a large pot, the fire burning brightly at the bottom.

Bell wobbled up from the bottom of the mountain and plopped down next to Chardo.

Chardo casually handed over a wooden bowl: "Help yourself."

Bell was starving, and his stomach rumbled at just the right moment. With trembling hands, like a cafeteria lady, he ladled himself a full bowl of meat porridge, blew on it a couple of times, and then drank it down in large gulps.

And so, two bowls, three bowls...

In a short while, the pot was empty.

Bell patted his belly, spread his legs, and let out a satisfied burp.

"Uncle Chardo, what kind of meat is this? It's delicious. I've never tasted meat like this before."

"Dog meat..."

"So it's dog meat... Dog..." Bell's expression suddenly changed drastically. He stiffly looked up at Chardo, who was calmly drinking his porridge: "What did you say?"

"Dog-headed human flesh... delicious, isn't it? I learned how to make it from my friend. Hmm... as expected, monsters on the surface taste better than those in the dungeon."

Bell looked at the bones scattered behind the tree roots, his face slowly turning pale, and he gagged.

"You're not allowed to spit it out. If you do, you have to keep eating."

Bell froze, his eyes becoming vacant.

Chardo laughed: "Becoming a hero isn't that easy. You need to transform from a prey that can only run into a hunter."

"A good hunter must at least learn to hunt for himself. Dissect it, understand it, and finally eat it, turning everything about the monster into resources to become stronger."

"To become strong, you must first possess a powerful 'appetite'!"

Bell shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to be a hero anymore. I don't want to be a hunter either."

Chardo was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Then you can only become prey. Starting tomorrow, I will have dragons hunt you. Enjoy being prey to the fullest. Then, become nourishment for the strong."

"It's alright. After you're pulled out, I'll bury you with that old man."

Bell suddenly felt inspired: "I suddenly think being a hunter isn't so bad..."

I'm sorry, Grandpa. I don't want to come to you so soon. Please wait for me for another 50 years, no... 100 years.

……

afternoon.

Along the mountain stream.

Bell was tied to a huge rock on the bank with a rope, his body completely submerged in the rushing river, being washed by the torrent.

His head bobbed up and down on the riverbed as he coughed violently. Just as he caught his breath, he swallowed another large gulp of water.

In just four hours, I was forced to learn how to swim.

"Pfft cough cough cough..." Bell lay sprawled on the shore, his wet clothes soaking the rocks.

"Uncle Chardo, is this also part of becoming a hunter?"

Chardo clicked his tongue: "What are you thinking? Learning to swim to avoid predators, isn't that a basic skill for a 'prey'? The real work comes later..."

"Huh?" Bell had no strength left in his body. Looking at the sky gradually turning yellow, his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.

……

From that day on, Bear Grylls began his journey to becoming a hero.

Every day, he is chased by different monsters. I don't know where Chardo got them from, but his meals are different every day.

Bell would always wait until his prey was exhausted before quietly launching a counterattack with his dagger.

In the afternoon, after extreme physical training, he would be thrown into the river by Chardo, where he would be swept along, his head bleeding from being hit by rocks scattered throughout the riverbed.

Evenings are for treatment and rest, day after day.

Until, a guest arrived in the peaceful mountain village.

What are you doing here? Where's the old man?

"Ah... she's kicked the bucket. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Hera..."

The newcomer wore a gray cloak and a striking black dress that stood out in the countryside. Her face bore the marks of time, and her high-set eyes and thin lips gave her an air of arrogance and meanness.

In short, in Belle's eyes, this man gave her a very stern feeling, even more terrifying than Uncle Chardo.

“Wow, Belle, it’s Grandma.” Chardo grinned mischievously.

"Huh? Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh—" Bell was taken aback, but after recalling her grandfather's life, she understood: "Excuse me, which grandmother are you?"

Hera stared into Bell's innocent, bloodshot eyes, and anger involuntarily surfaced on her face.

"How many grandmothers can you have?!"

"Grandpa's harem... How would I know?"

thump—

An unseen fist flashed past, and Bale instinctively jumped back to disarm the drug, rolling to hide behind Chardo.

"Shut up! I'll beat you up if you say another word!"

"Eek! You've already hit him!"

"Damn it, don't look at me with your filthy eyes, close them! Tsk, not a single good thing in that old man's kin!" Hera clicked her tongue.

"Alright, Lady Hera, if you want to vent your anger, don't take it out on the children." Chardo sat down cross-legged and laughed, "If you're looking for an old man, you'll be disappointed."

Bell nodded: "Grandpa is definitely gone."

It's already turned into poop...

"Heh... I didn't really expect to find him anyway." Hera sighed. "Since I've seen you, I might as well ask him."

"How much do you know about Alfia?"

Chardo paused, then asked with a playful tone, "About what?"

"Disease, men, and children..."

Chardo laughed heartily: "Illness? Just look at me and you'll know!"

"As for men... yes, that's right." Chardo grinned wickedly, "Alfia is 'in love,' neglecting even her dear nephew, a young girl infatuated with love..."

"However, given her clumsiness, it's still a long shot right now. Be careful she doesn't end up like Metlucia, secretly giving you a grandson."

Hera was speechless: "That Alfia actually has a man who attracts her? I can't imagine what kind of boy could capture that iceberg."

"He's a child with limitless potential, but the downside is that he's being targeted by many good girls. Well, it's a biological instinct for outstanding males to be pursued by most females. But, is Alfia capable of holding on? Too strong a woman isn't popular with boys."

Hera remained silent: "...I used to trust her the most. I thought that Alphia, like an iceberg, with her aloofness, would never have any luck with men. I never expected that she would follow in our footsteps... Is this the fate of the Hera Familia?"

Hera turned around; she was going to see Alphia's companion, and at least not be like Zeus, who refused to even give her a look.

Go halfway.

Hera stopped in her tracks: "What's the deal with that Jester? Is he Alfia's child?"

"Pfft..." Chardo spat out the mouthful of wine he had just drunk: "Hey, Hera, are you senile? Your age doesn't match up."

"That is how the matter?"

"You should ask Alfia about this..." Chardo rubbed Bell's head.

"Grandma, are you leaving?" Bell asked nervously.

Horadon, who was about to leave, stopped, glanced at Bell one more time, and sighed: "Never mind... I'll stay here a few more days. Chardo, prepare a room for me."

The story begins a long, long time ago...

There was a very wise and extremely cautious god who wanted to throw something from the heavens.

That thing was the "Primordial Fire".

That is a great flame that can both illuminate and burn everything.

This wise and cautious god could not bear to see the children suffering so much, so he wanted to give them "fire from heaven".