Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

The life of an adventurer is both carefree and unrestrained, as well as arduous and cruel.

Every novice adventurer has dreamed of becoming a legend someday.

However, as time goes by, mediocre talent, meager resources, and cowardly courage gradually smooth out his rough edges.

Therefore, for adventurers at the bottom, the only goal left is to survive, to survive at all costs.

Peggy, who had been shot in the knee, let out a scream and then collapsed to the side.

Sutton ran straight past, glanced at Peggy, who was struggling in pain on the ground, and looked indifferent.

He just hoped that the other side could delay the cannibal's advance a little longer.

Unfortunately, Peggy, who was powerless to fight back, was turned into food supplies by the ogre with a single axe.

They probably didn't even last three seconds.

Sutton's stamina was rapidly depleting, but the approaching footsteps of the ogres behind him made him dare not pause for even a moment.

Light was already visible from the cave entrance; all they had to do was run out of the cave and into the woods.

With its bloated physique, the ogre could not possibly maintain such speed and move freely through the dense forest.

Right now, Sutton needs another helper to slow down the ogres' advance.

His gaze was fixed on the figure running rapidly not far ahead.

This young man named Luke was gentle, simple, down-to-earth, and hardworking.

As a newly recruited team member, he was actually quite satisfied.

However, when he recruited an ordinary person, he originally planned to use them as a shield in case of danger.

Sutton scored his second goal, maintaining high-speed movement while steadily drawing the bowstring with both hands:

"Welcome to the world of adventurers, newbie..."

An arrow shot straight out, piercing the darkness of the cave, and then embedded itself in the soil.

"Um?"

Sutton frowned; the arrow had missed its mark.

Or rather, it was avoided.

From the moment he spoke, alarm bells were ringing in Luke's mind.

He was running in the lead, unaware of what was happening behind him.

But after hearing Peggy's screams and cursing words like "old beast," she fell completely silent.

Having lived two lives, he could guess some of the clues.

While running, he kept a watchful eye on the hunters behind him out of the corner of his eye.

As the other man drew his bow, he had already ducked down, and the arrow grazed his scalp.

Ignoring the burning pain from the sudden fall to the ground.

Luke rolled over and got to his feet, drawing the dagger he used to cut the spoils of war.

Sutton behind him did not stop. Although the arrow missed, his objective had been achieved.

At the same time, he drew another arrow and aimed it at Luke's calf.

As the distance closed, he was confident that his opponent would not be able to dodge this arrow.

To his surprise, at almost the same time, Luke turned around and resolutely charged at him!

What is the true nature of low-level adventurers? Many people can give similar answers:

Greed, shortsightedness, selfishness, opportunism, despicableness, etc...

But there was absolutely no fearlessness of death.

Luke's thinking was simple: escape was no longer an option, and continuing to run towards the cave entrance would only make him a target for Sutton.

Almost instantly, he made the right choice at that moment.

"puff!"

The sharp wooden fletching pierced Luke's shoulder.

Sutton, who was already exhausted, had his breathing disrupted by the enemy's sudden charge, and the arrow did not hit a vital spot.

At the same time, Luca arrived in front of Sutton, his dagger pointed directly at Sutton's throat.

The dagger was ordinary; it was a junk that Luke had picked up at a general store for 50 copper coins, and it was even a bit dull when cutting goblin ears.

However, it is still very simple to cut open the skin of an ordinary human being.

Warm blood splattered in a radial pattern onto Luke's face, giving him no second chance to retaliate.

The first time I hunted a monster and the first time I killed someone both happened on the same day.

Luke had no time to savor the memory; the stench was almost upon him, and the gleaming light of the ogre's giant axe was already upon him.

After kicking Sutton, who was struggling and clutching his neck, to the ground, he turned and stumbled toward the cave entrance.

The ogre was indeed showing more interest in Sutton, who had just shot an arrow at it.

He grabbed the other person's head like a puppet with its strings cut, shook it, and then slammed it against the wall, like smashing a ripe watermelon.

However, the ogre only paused for a moment before continuing its pursuit of Luke.

It's clear that it doesn't intend to let anyone off the hook.

But those few seconds were enough to give Luke a glimmer of hope for survival.

The light from the cave entrance grew brighter and brighter, and he began to miss the blinding sunlight and the earthy smell outside.

Finally, he strode out of the cave.

After a moment of pupil contraction, the scene before my eyes gradually became clear and expansive.

At the same time, the joy of surviving the ordeal also vanished.

A goblin squad, numbering more than a dozen, was walking towards him!

Upon seeing the humans rushing out of the cave, the green-skinned dwarves howled and formed a circle, charging towards Luca.

Although these short and ugly monsters were weak in combat, Luca, who only had a short dagger and an arrow in his shoulder, was unable to withstand the attack of more than a dozen goblins at the same time.

With all his might, he slit the throats of the two goblins that charged at him first.

Luke was quickly knocked to the ground due to exhaustion, and his body was covered with numerous wounds.

At this moment, we are in a desperate situation.

Suddenly, the frenzied goblins quieted down and quietly retreated to the side.

At the same time, a strange laugh came from behind Luca.

The cannibal's enormous shadow completely enveloped him.

Luke understood that the goblins' cessation of fighting was not to spare his life, but rather to give the cave leader a "head".

Raising his head, the cannibal's filthy and ugly face was filled with excitement.

The foul-smelling breath Luca exhaled constantly stimulated his survival instincts, which were part of his biological genes.

But now, exhausted and seriously injured, he can't even get up.

As he watched the ogre raise its giant axe high, the blade reflecting the sun's rays so brightly that he was momentarily dazed.

Why become an adventurer?

This question suddenly flashed through Luke's mind.

Is it for that extremely high reward that can fill one's stomach?

That's part of the reason.

But more than anything, it was the hatred and resentment that arose from the sense of powerlessness he felt when he first saw that enormous shadow sweeping across the village.

A village was thus erased from the map without leaving a trace of its existence.

That feeling of helplessness woke him up suddenly on many nights.

The ashes blotted out the sky, and even the air was scorched and distorted by the flames.

Countless gray fragments fell like snowflakes, and faintly, he seemed to hear a low roar that could shake the soul...

[Miracle Fantasy loading complete]

On the panel, the previously gray-black talent ability suddenly lit up.

Luke seemed to have grasped at the last straw, and his consciousness began to coalesce.

"Whatever your ability, show me a miracle..."

[Miracle Fantasy Activated]

[The projection of "Ioreclap, the Ash Lord," has been successfully materialized from the fantasy of miracles.]