Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Twilight Town at dawn boasts a level of prosperity far exceeding that of ordinary small towns.

The cries of vendors lining the streets, the clanging of metal from the blacksmith's shop, the neighing of mules and horses, the clamor of hangover adventurers...

This heralds the start of a new day in the town.

A tall, half-orc stood in the street, his head shaking occasionally as if he were amazed by everything he saw.

He pointed to the pedestrians passing by not far away and asked in a deep voice:

Why are these two people walking while squatting?

"That's a dwarf, Gar."

The man next to the orc spoke.

"Oh! Dwarfs! Gar has heard of them; they are strong, but not as strong as Gar!"

The orc Garr bent his arms, showing off his bulging muscles.

"What about that guy over there? He only has two hands, how come he's carrying so many weapons?"

"Uh, they must be adventurers who just finished a mission. Let's stop looking around and get going."

Following the direction the orc pointed, Luke was walking down the street carrying a large pile of spoils.

The armor, stained with blood, was badly damaged, but the body appeared uninjured, and the person exuded a chilling aura.

Even in Twilight Town, where eccentric adventurers are as numerous as hairs on a cow, Luke's appearance still attracted a lot of attention.

Ignoring the stares of others, he carried his bulging sleeping bag and headed to the mossy hut.

The room contained the corpses of demonic creatures, and he decided to deal with them first.

When Marilyn, the owner of the Moss Hut, saw Luke's miserable appearance, she was first taken aback.

Upon hearing that the other party had brought some more "goods," he was so happy he almost jumped for joy.

Upon opening the sleeping bag, the demon's corpse had become considerably shriveled.

It seemed to be drying at an extremely fast pace, making even tough, leathery skin become fragile.

Marilyn seemed to know more about demons and told Luke that this was a normal phenomenon.

Most demonic creatures disintegrate rapidly after death in the material plane.

This is precisely why living demons have become particularly valuable research materials.

Of course, creatures like the Fang of Yenogu, which, although not from the bottomless abyss, still possess a demonic aura, are of great research value.

Luke then took a small, dark object out of his sleeping bag and placed it on the table.

These were the intestines that the evil ape demon dropped when it escaped, and he picked them up.

Marilyn was initially very excited when she heard that it was something from the evil ape demon.

However, after watching for a while, he shook his head in frustration:

"The demonic aura on it has been almost completely purified, and it's completely charred. Damn it, did you deliver a Holy Slash to it?"

The Holy Slash... seems to be a signature technique of paladins.

Luke became even more certain of the man's identity; he was indeed a paladin.

Seeing Luke's thoughtful expression, Marilyn's expression froze:

"You're not really a paladin, are you?"

She then shook her head. "No, how could a paladin help me collect demonic creatures?"

Although the dead demon and the purified ape intestines were not of great research value, Marilyn was still very grateful to Luca.

He was given one hundred gold coins as a reward.

However, she also explained that the price for recycling the corpses of the cowardly demons would not be as high next time.

Leaving the moss-covered hut, Luke headed straight for the Adventurers' Guild.

His blood-stained appearance caused the adventurers around him to instinctively frown and move away.

After exchanging a few polite words with the receptionist who wore gold-rimmed glasses, Luke received a total of 17 gold and 2 silver as a reward.

Watching Luca's departing figure, the other receptionist beside Vera looked on suspiciously, then excitedly, her eyes blazing with a gossipy thirst for knowledge, and asked:

"You guys know that black-haired guy from earlier? Why do you seem to know him so well?"

Vera rolled her eyes at him: "Get back to work!"

At the same time, a bell is rung to welcome the next adventurer.

My colleague next to me muttered quietly:

"You usually don't have that same expression when you see adventurers covered in blood. Your smiles are always incredibly fake. I've never seen you smile so happily before..."

Luke walked out of the association, touched his pocket, and found dozens of gold coins and two guild gold coin cards worth a total of 300 gold.

All the money we've earned is here; now it's time to spend it.

First, he went to his good friend's blacksmith shop.

His armor was badly damaged after being struck by the evil ape demon.

Most of the fibers of the leather armor have been torn, losing its original protective capabilities.

Large sections of the chainmail's metal clasps broke off, and even the areas that weren't broken were irreparably deformed.

The dwarf boss, Durek, examined the tattered chainmail for a long time, then asked Luke curiously:

"Were you hit by an owl bear?"

"More or less." Luke shook his head helplessly.

"It's beyond repair; it's completely destroyed," Durik gave the assessment.

Luke had anticipated this and asked the dwarf shopkeeper if there were any more suitable armors for him.

"Yes, there is. You can try my recently completed work."

Durek took a set of rather oddly designed armor from the shelf.

"This armor has a single piece of breastplate in the middle, while the rest is covered with scale armor, which can effectively protect vital organs while maximizing flexibility."

"Of course, the price might be a little high. I plan to price it at 300 gold, but if you want to be the first customer, I can give you a discount and it will only cost 280 gold."

Luke stroked the cold metal armor in his hand, especially the solid metal plate, which looked reassuring.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and decided to buy it.

Money can be earned again, but life is only given to you once.

Anything that increases your chances of survival is worth any price.

The jumbled equipment and weapons I picked up, along with the damaged armor, were worth a total of 20 gold when recycled.

The maintenance cost for the hand-and-half sword and arm shield is 5 silver.

After being rounded down, the total cost for this purchase was 260 gold.

Luke's savings dwindled to less than 70 gold coins in the blink of an eye.

Leaving the blacksmith shop, this shopping trip was not yet over.

Luke walked to a secluded street corner and pushed open the door of the strangely named alchemy shop.

Iron Fang, the orc, still remembered Luca and greeted him happily when he came to visit again:

"How have you been lately? Have you been using the treatment potion? I hope it's working well for you?"

Luke nodded: "Very good, definitely above average."

He was telling the truth; the potion that Iron Fang used was basically the same as the one that Yi'er gave him.

That's why he decided to continue coming here to buy the treatment medicine.

Iron Fang was very happy and did not raise the price; it remained 10 gold coins.

However, he earnestly requested Luke to introduce the potion to others if given the opportunity.

Luke readily agreed and bought two bottles at once.

Once everything was settled, Luke set off back to the Old Oak Barrel Tavern.

Only after pushing open the oak door did this adventure truly come to an end.

There seemed to be fewer familiar faces in the tavern.

Adventurers are like leeks, coming in one crop after another.

Some people forged their own path and went on to achieve even more legendary success.

Most people, after wallowing in depravity day after day, bury themselves deep in the forest.