Reincarnated as a bamboo rat, it begins its extreme survival struggle.

Unfortunately, as they chased the scene of the battle, they got closer and closer to Rigo's shop.

"Now let's see how you run!"

With a sharp shout, the bearded man swung his wooden stick, knocking over the stove set up outside the restaurant. With a flick of his stick, a large bucket of scalding hot porridge flew towards the fleeing adventurers.

The adventurers felt a fierce wind coming from behind them and, in order to protect themselves, turned around and attacked the porridge bucket in mid-air.

Amidst the explosion, the scalding hot porridge scattered and burst, injuring everyone nearby.

Of the four adventurers who fled, three managed to protect themselves, but one unlucky fellow was too slow and got his face scalded with boiling porridge.

"what!!"

The adventurer, who was his companion, cried out in pain. The others glared angrily at the stubble-faced man who was chasing after them, ready to fight back.

"We can't let this go!"

The pursuit of fleeing adventurers ceased, and the intensity of the battle surged dramatically.

The battle took place right in front of Rigo's shop.

This situation caused Rigo's wife, who was minding the shop, to frown. As a fellow adventurer, she knew these people were not...

You're easy to mess with.

She took her child and quietly retreated into the depths of the shop, secretly hoping that her husband, who often daydreamed, would be slow to come back. If he got caught in the crossfire of these guys' fight, things would be really bad.

But just as she feared, Rigo, in high spirits, was running at full speed, eager to get back to his wife, completely unaware of what was happening in front of his shop.

After passing two intersections and turning a corner, Rigo's smiling face darkened the moment he saw the door of his shop.

The area in front of his shop was a mess; three people were fighting there, and two others were unconscious.

One person collapsed to the ground, clearly not going to live, while the other fell into Rigo's shop sign, his fate unknown.

This situation completely stunned Rigo. When he saw the bearded man being driven back into his shop, an unknown force surged into Rigo's entire body.

This power did not come from anger, but from fear; Rigo was afraid that his wife and children would meet with misfortune in this battle.

He strode forward, charging faster than he had ever run before, into the heart of the battle between the three adventurers, and with astonishing agility, dodged the aftershocks of their attacks, successfully making his way into his shop.

During his charge, Rigo kept calling his wife's name, afraid he wouldn't get a response.

But when he rushed into the store, he instantly lost control of his body.

"Are you an idiot?! Why don't you find somewhere to hide at a time like this, instead of rushing into this dangerous area?!"

The moment Rigo entered the shop, his wife dragged him deep inside and hid him under the counter.

Rigo, rushing frantically back to the shop, seemed to have forgotten that at home, he was the delicate beauty who was powerless to fight, while his wife was a strong and capable fighter.

The adventurers fighting outside the shop were all level eight, while Rigo's wife was only level seven. Such life levels were nothing compared to Bell, who could easily suppress them.

But within Huangtan City, especially in front of Rigo, they were powerful figures capable of scaling walls and leaping across rooftops. Rigo's life level was only level three, and as a life-type professional, his combat ability was rather underwhelming.

Rushing into this dangerous area where both sides are fighting, Rigo might easily get hit by a stick or a punch and die on the spot.

But as he charged, Rigo didn't think about anything; his body just moved.

Perhaps it was the will of the gunman in the dream that subtly influenced Rigo's consciousness, or perhaps it was Rigo's own strong will that made the combat experience in the dream more deeply integrated with his body...

"Just pretend I'm daydreaming."

Looking into his wife's worried eyes, Rigo smiled, but suddenly his mind went blank, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Excessive physical exertion comes at a price; a burst of energy over a short distance can be more taxing than running a marathon.

Rigo's fainting spell startled his wife, but seeing his silly smile, her unease subsided.

She has settled down again, and for her, as long as Rigo is alright, that's all that matters.

When Rigo woke up in the shop again, he was in pain all over his body and couldn't move, even standing was difficult.

The shop, which had been in a mess, had been tidied up a bit, and at least it was no longer like before, with nowhere to step.

Rigo's wife was comforting their crying child, and there was no sign of the men fighting outside the shop.

"You're finally awake. Let's go home."

Looking at Rigo as he opened his eyes, his wife still had a grumpy look on her face, but the calmness in her eyes was undeniable.

For those who have started a family, nothing is more important than the well-being of their family.

"Let's not do business for a while."

"Listen to you."

Rigo's wife held the baby tightly to her chest, and at the same time lifted Rigo, who was lying motionless on the cloth, and hoisted him onto her back.

As an adventurer herself, Rigo's wife knew very well how weak Rigo's state of exhaustion was after such strenuous exercise that pushed his body to its limits. It was no exaggeration to say that all of Rigo's muscles had been torn to varying degrees, and he couldn't even move his body freely without resting for a few days.

Lying on his wife's back, Rigo felt an unprecedented sense of happiness.

This sense of security and happiness is real and completely different from those fleeting daydreams.

He could clearly feel his wife's body temperature, sense her breathing, listen to her babbling, and the little life hanging on her chest—all of this was the source of Rigo's happiness.

On their way home, there were cries, bloodstains, broken wreckage, and people dealing with their own troubles... This was the cityscape of Huangtancheng, the place where Rigo and his friends had always lived.

If they hadn't lived in Huangtan City, Rigo might never have encountered this situation in his entire life.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in the world. Rigo was born in Huangtancheng, where everything, like his sense of happiness, was so real.

"If only Huang Tancheng weren't like this."

"Yes, if only Huang Tancheng weren't like this."

Rigo's wife muttered something softly, and Rigo echoed her.

He shifted his gaze, no longer looking at the surrounding scenery. In any case, it wouldn't be long before he and his wife left Huangtan City to live in Cangxing City.

Rigo started daydreaming again, his thoughts drifting off to who-knows-where.

He lay in bed with his eyes open until late at night, as if trying to see through the ceiling and into the starry sky.

Rigo remained in this state for the next few days.

The pain from the physical strain made it difficult for him to move normally; every movement was accompanied by intense pain. During this period of physical immobility, a vague thought in Rigo's mind gradually became clearer.

Rigo is a life skill practitioner. Although he longs for and has heard a lot about adventures in dangerous places, he still finds it hard to imagine what those powerful magical beasts that fight against adventurers should look like.

But Rigo could clearly recall the trivial matters of daily life and the absurdities of Cangxing City.

In his daydreams, the various disputes that the hero resolves are mostly based on these unpleasant events.

Rigo himself didn't have a clear understanding of these things, but these very things formed the basis of his daydreams.

Just one week after the battle at the shop entrance, Rigo's consciousness reappeared in the dream of inheritance amidst the swirling yellow sand.

He would come to this place from time to time. After all, Rigo, who often daydreamed, loved to dream of being a great hero, a powerful adventurer who traveled the world and solved all kinds of injustices.

Rigo, who appeared in the Dream of Heritage this time, was different from his previous appearances.

This time, his form was no longer transparent and ethereal; his strong will made Rigo's form incredibly solid within the Dream of Inheritance.

Rigo didn't come here to watch the gunman's martial arts demonstration. He knew how to trigger the gunman's gun-wielding movements, but Rigo thought it was irrelevant.

Rigo came here to resolve the questions in his mind.

He didn't know what kind of person the gunman was, but Rigo knew that all the strange things that had happened to him were definitely related to the gunman.

"Sir, I would like to know if someone like me can gain power? And what should a truly powerful person look like?"

Rigo voiced the question that had been brewing in his mind for a long time, a question that had been on his mind for days.

For most people, Rigo's problem is a joke. There are many ways to gain power and become stronger, but for someone like Rigo who has missed the best training time, whose body is fully developed and who lacks training resources, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult for him to become stronger and gain power.

And what does a truly powerful person look like? Is there even a need to ask?

Having the power to crush others, having the power to suppress all your opponents—that's true strength.

At that time, you can seize any resources you want using your own strength.

Rigo's question could be answered even by a three-year-old child in Huangtan City, but Rigo clearly did not think it was the correct answer.

"The power has always been here; just take it with your heart."

In response to Rigo's question, the gunman, who rarely interacted with the outside world, unusually pointed to the desolate city wall behind him.

He was actually pointing to the core of this dream of inheritance, where the complete lineage of spear masters resides.

As for what constitutes a powerful person, the gunman's will and Bell's thoughts remaining in this dream both point to the same answer.

"The great hero serves the country and the people."

The gunman was a general of the kingdom in his lifetime. All his achievements were earned by fighting for the kingdom, and his status was also granted by the kingdom. He was able to reach the point of obtaining a title because he fought for the people of the kingdom.

After hearing his answer, Rigo seemed to understand something.

He walked past the gunman and strode toward the desolate earthen city wall, without the gunman offering any resistance.

At that very moment, nearly a thousand kilometers away, Bell suddenly received feedback from the dream world.

[Hint: Rigo has triggered a profound resonance between the core of the dream and the legacy of his spearmanship!]

This was an event Bell had not anticipated. He did not expect that in just one week, the ultimate inheritance of the dream world would be triggered. If this guy named Rigo took the core inheritance of the dream, he would become a master of gunslinging on the spot, and the entire dream would collapse and dissipate.

This unexpected turn of events prompted Bell to turn his attention to the Dream of Inheritance. However, upon entering, Bell was surprised to find that Rigo, who had touched the legacy of the gun master, had not taken it away.