Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Why do warriors use magic?

The gleam of the steel longsword stung Jorsen's eyes; that was the last thought in his mind.

Filled with intense doubt and resentment, this rookie adventurer, "The Hunter," left his life forever in this forest.

Luke flicked the blood off his half-sword, his expression indifferent.

He had long heard of the guy who specialized in hunting other adventurers.

He just didn't know when these guys had started targeting him; he hadn't noticed at all before.

He crouched down and began to rummage through the spoils.

A well-maintained wooden longbow, a quiver containing only two iron-tipped arrows, the rest being wooden arrows.

He wore leather armor that had been repaired many times, and had two gold coins in his pocket.

This is all the other party's belongings.

Luke took it all.

Retracing the trail, I found myself back where I started. I wondered if it was just my imagination, but there seemed to be a faint, strange scent permeating the forest.

Luke's nose twitched occasionally; he recognized the smell, but couldn't quite place it.

As he went deeper, the pungent smell grew stronger and stronger, and he finally remembered.

It smells like sulfur.

At the same time, he also heard a hoarse, low roar coming from the woods, like an old bellows.

As far as the eye could see, the corpses of the adventurers he had just killed were being devoured by a group of creatures.

These monsters were short and bulky, and looked to be only about 1.2 meters tall.

The pointed ears, like those of a goblin, clung to the dull skin.

His cloudy eyes were covered with a white film, and beneath his bluish-gray skin were numerous varicose veins, like eerie tattoos adorning his ugly body.

You can barely make out the vague shape of a human head and torso, and at the ends of the slender arms are the sharp claws of a wild beast.

Luca quickly identified the name of the creature before him in his mind.

"Fear of Demons".

Challenge Level 1/4, a demonic creature at the lowest level of the Abyss.

Legend has it that the Fear Demon is transformed from a lazy and evil soul, possessing various negative emotions and enjoying torturing beings weaker than itself.

Luca had previously seen investigation requests related to the Fear of Demons on the task board on the second floor of the Adventurers' Guild.

But isn't this the outer edge of Sunset Forest?

Luke did not go over to provoke them, but quietly retreated.

These monsters, like goblins, like to come out in groups.

When the number of demons reaches a certain scale, it is called a demon cluster.

The challenge level has been raised to level 4, the same as the Fang of Yenogu!

To his surprise, figures of the Fearful Demons appeared from other directions and were moving in this direction.

He had absolutely no place to hide.

As soon as one of the cowardly demons discovered Luke's presence, the other cowardly demons roared and charged toward him as well.

Although these ugly monsters were not fast, their numbers were numerous, and they were about to block the entire path.

Luke had no choice but to abandon his spoils and glance in the direction where the number of cowardly demons was the lowest.

The ogre activated [Imagination Manifestation], enhancing its abilities, and began its breakout.

Lu strode forward to a cowardly demon and slashed at its bluish-gray body with his half-sword.

The blade felt slightly slippery and dull, as if it were cutting into a piece of tough leather.

However, with only 8 points in strength, it was still easy to slice through the opponent's body.

However, on the cut surface, besides a small amount of black, viscous blood flowing out, a plume of thick green smoke also emerged.

Luke became wary and quickly held his breath, but still accidentally inhaled a mouthful.

Suddenly, he felt a burning pain in his lungs.

It is obvious that this thick smoke is toxic.

Fortunately, the amount inhaled was not large, and with the body's constitution improved to 8 points, the burning sensation quickly disappeared.

No wonder the challenge level increases so much when these guys are in groups.

Imagine if several melee fighters were surrounded by the Fearful Demon.

Once a few are killed with a sharp weapon, a thick, poisonous green fog will fill the battlefield.

Killing them is one thing, not killing them is another; it's a real headache.

Fortunately, Luke still had an iron shield, which he used as a blunt weapon.

With a powerful swing of his arm, the immense force shattered the skull of a coward.

The other person's head immediately deflated, and he died on the spot.

No poisonous fog was released this time, so it seems the effect was quite good.

Once you've mastered the tactics, the rest is much easier.

Luke swung his shield with his left arm, not to kill with a single blow, but simply to push away enemies in front of him and create distance.

At the same time, he raised his half-sword high and used the counterweight ball at the end of the sword to precisely smash the heads of the cowardly demons one by one.

In the distance, the other cowardly demons began to hesitate.

The name "Fearful Demon" comes from the cowardly nature of these monsters.

If there is no more powerful being to enslave and command them.

So once they realize that the "human wave" tactic is ineffective, they will immediately scatter and flee.

Moreover, they originally escaped from elsewhere, and their courage had already been shattered.

Upon seeing Luke's fierce appearance, the Demon Lords instinctively began to retreat.

"They just ran away like that?"

Luke hadn't expected these guys to be so demoralized, even less so than goblins.

He walked to the vicinity of the previous battlefield, where the corpses of the adventurers he had killed had been almost completely devoured.

The remaining equipment was tattered and covered in filthy blood and entrails.

There might still be traces of the demon's poison remaining, so Luke only picked up a few weapons that were still relatively clean.

After walking a few steps in the woods, Luke found the backpack he had buried under the fallen leaves and took out the sleeping bag and opened it.

He now has a more valuable "cargo" to take with him: the corpses of these cowards.

Luke carefully wrapped the two demon corpses into "mummies" using gauze he had bought earlier before moving them into his sleeping bag.

The corpses of these two demonic creatures should be worth a lot of gold coins at the Moss Hut.

If the sleeping bag weren't so small, he would have loved to stuff all the remaining demon corpses inside.

"If only there were a magical item that could store space..."

Luke was thinking to himself.

This world does indeed have storage space for items.

However, in terms of price, it's safe to say that using it to store the corpse of a demon is an insult to this kind of item.

Just as he was lost in thought, a terrifying roar came from the deep forest in the distance.

He couldn't tell what kind of creature it was, but just hearing the sound made Luke's hair stand on end.

Luke quickly grabbed his sleeping bag and ran in the opposite direction of the sound.

He wouldn't be curious enough to investigate what kind of creature was making that sound.

He had never felt this terrifying when he encountered the Fang of Yenogu before.

He's definitely not someone to be trifled with.

At the same time, Luke was somewhat speechless.

Since he became an adventurer, almost every commission he has received has encountered unexpected problems.

Have I really offended the goddess of fate?

Luke quickly realized that something was wrong.

The terrifying roar seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.