Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Luke stood some distance from the cave exit, quickly calculating in his mind.

He was certain that there were outsiders outside the cave.

Since we haven't seen them yet, the first possibility is that they've already left.

Luke felt the second possibility was more likely: that the visitor was hostile.

Staying in the cave all the time is not a wise choice.

Setting fires, using poisonous smoke, or even simply exhausting his physical strength and willpower will reduce his combat effectiveness.

Rather than hiding here and waiting to die, Luke felt it was better to go out and face the danger head-on.

Luca activated [Imaginary Manifestation], granting the Earth Spirit +1 Agility, and stepped out of the cave.

He didn't rush into the woods rashly, because if he accidentally stepped into a potential trap, he would be completely at a disadvantage.

Luke staggered, his blood-stained trousers and his left foot dragging a short distance on the ground every now and then, seemingly indicating that he had suffered some kind of injury.

Because of his body shifting to the side as he moved his injured leg, he gave enemies with ranged attack capabilities an excellent opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Since he didn't know which direction the enemy would attack from, Luke chose to deliberately create an opening.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Luke moved slowly.

Every time he turned his body to the side, it was as if he was luring a potential attacker to make their move.

And the other party seemed to have finally succumbed to such provocation.

With a "whoosh," an iron-tipped arrow came flying from the side.

The angle was extremely tricky, heading straight for Luca's left side, where his neck was not covered by armor.

The imagined scene of pinning the prey to the spot with a single arrow did not materialize.

Luca, who had just been staggering, suddenly lowered his upper body, and the iron-tipped arrow shot straight into the woods opposite.

"Found you!"

Luca, who had been constantly alert to his surroundings, tensed his leg muscles and charged forward with all his might, following the direction from which the arrows had come.

"Let's do it!"

With a loud shout, five figures leaped out of the woods ahead and blocked his way.

These people have different appearances and seem to be an adventurer team.

However, their prey is not monsters, but other adventurers.

Without further ado, Luke charged forward first.

Since the other party has already taken action, there is naturally no possibility of reconciliation.

A short-haired man holding a large shield stood at the very front, facing them head-on.

Luke chose to sidestep the large shield and prioritize attacking the enemy wielding a short spear on the other side.

The speed was so fast that it completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

The sword's blade, crafted from high-quality steel, carries the immense destructive power of the [Gluttony Slash].

The short spear blocking his way was as fragile as a straw, but it did not stop the longsword's movements in the slightest.

In an instant, blood splattered.

In just one encounter, the team suffered casualties.

The rest of the team had been working together for a long time and were not flustered.

Luke, who had willingly fallen into the encirclement, was immediately subjected to a pincer attack.

Even as Luke swung his sword, the man behind him holding the giant shield had already swung his short axe at the back of Luke's head.

Anyone with even a little combat experience would think Luca's choice was incredibly foolish.

This is a fighting style that completely trades damage for damage, and it's the kind where you inflict 1,000 damage on the enemy but lose 1,200 damage yourself.

Not only did they venture deep into enemy territory, but they also left their backs to the enemy.

The shield-wielding man felt no sadness at the loss of his teammate; instead, he was happy that one less person was needed to share the spoils.

He was already imagining how many gold coins he would get after splitting open the other man's skull.

However, the young man's next move was completely beyond his comprehension.

After beheading his companion, the opponent abruptly stopped and turned back.

It was like stepping on a non-existent wall of air, which twisted 180 degrees in a bizarre way.

Immediately afterward, the sword, gleaming with a cold light, was already in front of him.

The unconscious head fell to the ground almost simultaneously with the head of the previously deceased companion.

The difference between the two is no more than one second.

【Blood Rampant】, 1/3 activations.

Professional!

This guy is definitely a professional!

The remaining people, even the fools, had already seen through the deception.

"Didn't Jorson say it was a virgin?"

Why would a professional goblin hunter commission someone to eliminate them?

Not far away, the man holding the short dagger stood frozen in place.

No one could answer his question.

His companion was falling rapidly.

First came the flying limbs, then the warm blood.

His closest companion had his neck slashed open by a sharp blade.

Blood splattered into his eyes, and the world turned a dark red.

He could not see Luke clearly to begin with, and after his vision blurred, he completely lost his mind.

As he screamed, he swung the dagger wildly in front of him, unleashing his rudimentary combat skills.

Then, the blood-red scene turned into eternal darkness.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one else standing on the field except Luke.

However, there was one survivor, a young man who looked to be about the same age as him.

After witnessing Luca's terrifying methods, the young man lost all fighting spirit.

He knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, pleading with Luke to spare him.

Luke ignored the other man's absurd reasoning, such as "I've only just become an adventurer, I was tricked into going astray, and I have a seriously ill mother at home, so I have no choice but to do this job."

A single, decisive sword strike ended the opponent's cacophony.

He understood that if he were to beg these people for mercy, they would definitely not let him go.

They might even use this scene as a topic of conversation to brag about in a bar.

After dealing with the young man, Luke did not begin collecting the spoils.

Instead, they were quickly searching for some kind of trace on the ground.

The battle he had just witnessed confirmed that the person who had shot the arrow at him earlier was not among them.

...

In the woods, Jorsen was running quickly.

Even though he was already out of breath, he still didn't dare to stop and look back.

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Who would have thought that a young man who had previously worked as a laborer in town and had only recently become an adventurer was actually a professional!

He had already sensed something was wrong when the other party dropped their disguise and rushed over.

Especially seeing that kid Lar was almost instantly killed, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​shooting a second arrow.

Before his teammates were all killed, he turned around and began to flee into the distance.

The opponent's terrifying speed and strength, as well as his fierce swordsmanship, undoubtedly indicate that he is a warrior!

After running for a while, no footsteps came from behind.

Exhausted, Jorson's tense mood gradually eased.

As he looked back, he was secretly relieved that the other person hadn't seen his face.

Even if the other party becomes aware of his presence afterward, they will not know who he is.

Jorsen secretly decided that he would disappear for a while after returning.

It would be best to go somewhere far from Twilight Town and find another small town to pick up the old ways again.

Just as Jorsen was contemplating his future path.

A ball of fire approached from afar, scorching the air and causing it to distort slightly.

The fireball grew larger and larger in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, it smashed into his face!