My bloodline is so eager to improve.

But the white dog was swatted away by the eagle; it was this dog that challenged the brown bear!

The eagle proudly declares to the brown bear, "You are the challenger."

[The strongest clash in history, the strongest clash of our time!]

"My bloodline is so eager to improve!"

Otto watched with a detached, amused expression as the prompts kept appearing.

At this moment, the forest fell silent again. Otto squatted by the stream washing his hands while watching his 'animal friends' frolicking around.

The red threads dissolved in the cold water, and Otto took the opportunity to wash himself.

This hunt was a rare find; he couldn't go back looking disheveled and dejected to receive his reward!

But looking at his reflection in the water, Otto fell silent.

Now he has a handsome face and a strong physique.

Although the brown bear gave Otto a power boost, Otto's physique did not change much.

Otto wasn't particularly surprised by this.

After all, he had already experienced a similar situation before; the bloodline mark did not bring about any changes in Otto's physique or mind.

That's a kind of convenience, too.

Looking at his own black hair and black eyes, he would occasionally think of his hometown.

Fortunately, he's gotten used to it.

With this group of noisy 'animal friends' around, he doesn't have much opportunity to feel sentimental.

And it was at this moment that the animals seemed to have already determined who was superior.

[A brown bear defeated an eagle and declared itself the boss!]

The eagle lay down weakly, apologetically expressing its remorse to its companions, saying only that it was very sorry it hadn't been able to make the brown bear use its full strength.

The white dog, defeated by the eagle, offered no objection. The black cat and monkey, perched atop the black sheep, watched the farce unfold with resignation, having no intention of participating whatsoever.

The brown bear has become the leader!

Otto remained completely unmoved as he watched his 'animal friends' choose their leader.

However, watching them make a fuss did provide Otto with some comfort during his later years of raising them.

Fortunately, Otto's strength had surpassed the peak of ordinary men, and he dragged the brown bear out of the oak forest.

This opportunity also allows him to train his gradually increasing strength.

By the time Otto dragged the brown bear back to the village, the sun had already risen behind the mill waterwheel.

Upon seeing Otto and his prey, the villagers shouted excitedly, calling for others to come out and see!

At that moment, all the villagers came out.

The children screamed and ran over to stroke the brown bear's fur, while the women stood by the well whispering among themselves.

Finally, the elderly looked at Otto with eyes full of relief.

"No, why don't you guys come over and lend a hand?"

Otto was very annoyed. These guys were just having fun and didn't even intend to help!

Upon hearing Otto's complaints, the youths burst into laughter.

"This is an honor for you, we wouldn't dare share it with you!"

Everyone has watched Otto grow up, and today is his moment of honor. How can we disturb it?

And so, Otto dragged the brown bear to the center of the village all by himself.

The village chief squeezed through the crowd and saw the brown bear, which was even bigger than their barn. He was stunned for a while before suddenly slapping Otto on the shoulder, so hard that Otto's shoulder blades ached.

"I knew it! None of those old guys are any good. Only our Otto can handle it!"

After the village chief finished speaking, he immediately called for preparations to cook the brown bear.

Looking at the gray-haired old village chief in front of him, Otto showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Village Chief Lance's grip is still as strong as ever."

Otto was somewhat frustrated, as the greatest injury he had suffered today had actually come from the village chief!

However, Otto wasn't too surprised.

According to the villagers, Lance also appears to have been an adventurer in the past.

It was precisely because of his adventurous background that he accepted Otto's parents' immigration application.

After Otto's parents passed away, they gathered the villagers to raise Otto together.

It can be said that Otto and other orphans in similar circumstances have been cared for by the villagers for the past fifteen years.

That's why Otto joined the hunting party after seeing the barn destroyed.

It wasn't just because he wanted to gamble on the bloodline mark, but more so because he was furious that the beast had ruined the village's livelihood.

Fortunately, the one-eyed bear problem has finally been solved, and everyone can now get through the upcoming winter in peace.

With that in mind, Otto also joined in dismantling the brown bear carcass.

As the villagers laughed and chatted, night gradually fell.

That evening, village chief Lance lit a bonfire in the open space in front of the church.

The bear skin was laid out to dry on a rack to the side.

The grease gleamed with a deep amber light in the firelight.

The men took turns coming over to toast Otto.

"Otto is a man now, and he can finally drink!"

The men in the village had been looking forward to this day.

They brought mead and handed it to Otto.

As they clinked glasses, the beer spilled from the rim, splashing onto the muddy ground, raising foam and dust, but it was negligible compared to what the men had drunk.

The women nearby cautiously inquired about Otto's preferences, hoping to see if they had any chance.

For a while, the area around the campfire was quite lively.

As for Otto, after having a few drinks with the elders, he immediately sat down in a corner, eating wild fruit while looking at the campfire in front of him and pondering his future.

But at that moment, Lance sat down opposite Otto.

Chapter Three: Become an Adventurer

He pulled a parchment scroll from his pocket, pried open the wax seal with his thumb, and began to slowly mutter to Otto as he examined its contents.

Do you know the Adventurers' Guild in town?

Upon hearing this, Otto nodded subconsciously, but Lance said irritably.

"Nonsense, of course you know that."

"You came with us to Oak Town to sell furs and saw those people with strange signs."

Mercenaries, treasure hunters, monster hunters, hybrids, believers, and servants—all sorts of people can be found there.

They would carry all sorts of weapons on their waists.

Of course, some martial artists use their fists as weapons.

They laughed and talked loudly in the tavern, accepted bounties, explored ruins, and took on commissions.

Occasionally, I make a small fortune.

But sometimes they die on the road!

At this moment, Otto, who was still immersed in the merriment around him, immediately realized what was happening.

Lance realized what he was thinking.

"Don't you want me to go?"

But Otto's question only elicited a loud laugh from Lance.

Lance's normally meticulously maintained white beard was now in complete disarray due to his maniacal laughter.

Why not go?

Lance looked at Otto with a smug expression, as if he were looking at his own child who was about to embark on a long journey.

“You learned hunting techniques from Aaron, the old hunter in the village.”

You learned the craft of equipment maintenance from Zan En, the blacksmith in the village.

Don't think I don't know, you even went to learn authentic cooking and first aid from that old woman Roxanne.

Finally, you learned the language, history, and various etiquettes of the Kingdom of Thorne from me.

"Child, I know you don't belong here."

As Lance finished speaking, he slowly looked into the darkness in the distance.

"You have ambition and the ability to realize that ambition."

As your family, we won't stop you.

Lance seemed to deliberately turn his face away before saying these embarrassing things.

Only after he finished speaking did he bend down and take out a bag.

"Here, this is yours."

Having said that, Lance immediately tossed the pocket to Otto.

The sword sticking out of the pocket was an exquisite one-handed iron sword.

Otto was quite surprised; he had never seen such an exquisite weapon before.

He carefully pulled the sword from its leather scabbard and examined it closely.

Not only is the blade made of fine iron, but the hilt is also made of rare hardwood, and at the end of the hilt, a deep red gemstone is even inlaid!

I didn't know that; I thought it was a family heirloom from a noble family!

Lance just said resentfully.

"That old bald man Zan has brought out all his best stuff for this sword."

As for the ruby, it belongs to Roxanne.

I heard it was a gift from her young lover when she was young.

Now look what's happened, you've become her little lover!

Once Lance relaxed, he couldn't help but make some outrageous jokes.

Before he could finish speaking, a frying pan flew from afar and smashed hard into the back of Lance's head!

"Damn it, I was just joking!"

Lance grumbled as he tossed the frying pan back, then continued speaking.

"Check your pockets."

Aaron, I, and others have prepared a lot for you.

There are monster and fantasy species encyclopedias and herbal encyclopedias, as well as event funding.

I believe this should be helpful to you.

At this point, Lance handed the parchment scroll he had just taken out to Otto.

"Here is your identification. Take it to the girls in the Adventurers' Guild, and they will help you with your identity registration."

The Kingdom of Thorne has very strict requirements for identity verification.

Similar certificates can only be issued by authoritative institutions or by village and outpost administrators like Lance.

Once you lose your identity verification, you will be considered a vagrant no matter where you go.