Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

The dwarf boss, Durek, put down his work and began to introduce his dazzling array of goods.

From light armor to heavy armor, from cloth armor with iron plates sandwiched between them to plate armor connected by steel plates, they have everything.

Luke looked at a full suit of plate armor on the display shelf, from head to toe, and wished he could even put steel plates over his teeth.

"Sir, you have excellent taste! This is our shop's signature piece, possessing absolute defensive capabilities! Wearing this, I can assure you, there won't be a single flaw!"

Luke completely agreed with the other person's words. Wearing this outfit, those low-level monsters probably wouldn't even be able to break through his defenses.

Touching the cold, metallic armor, Luke asked with some interest:

"How much is this?"

"Six hundred gold coins, plus two free maintenance services."

"Take away the young master?"

Luke's eye twitched. Wasn't it supposed to be that his poor buddy... good buddy's blacksmith shop? Where's the value for money?

He subtly moved his hand away, pretending to be more interested in the weapon.

Following his gaze, Durik began to introduce the hammer on the display stand.

"You certainly have good taste, sir. Don't be fooled by the popularity of those greatswords and longswords; many of them are actually chosen by novices who don't know anything about swords."

"This mace is one of the most practical weapons, possessing absolute destructive power. Holding it in my hand, I'm certain I'm completely defenseless!"

Luke curiously touched the hammer handle:

"What if I used your mace, with its absolute destructive power, to attack your plate armor, which has absolute defense..."

Durek flicked his beard:

"Don't touch it if you're not buying."

...

As for weapons, Luca has no immediate need.

The double-edged axe left behind by Torin is excellent, especially after his attributes were improved; its weight is just right when he holds it.

He came here mainly to choose a piece of protective gear.

While ensuring strong defense, it's best to also have good flexibility so that he can escape at any time if he encounters danger.

After experiencing a squad-wide "battle royale," he concluded that being fast was the key to survival.

Durek listened to Luke's needs and could tell that he was in dire financial straits.

He took out a gray-black leather armor with several rows of rivets from behind the display stand.

"Studded leather armor, an upgraded version of regular leather armor, offers decent protection against slashes and blunt force. 15 gold coins."

After confirming that he really couldn't bargain, Luke paid the bill and left his good friend's blacksmith shop.

He bought two more sets of clothes that fit him in town and returned to his lodging at the tavern.

It directly consumed more than half of my savings, which was quite painful.

But this investment is necessary, as it concerns his life and safety.

After finishing his kebab soup set meal, Luca straightened his clothes.

The ill-fitting clothes I took from Sutton can finally be thrown away.

He put on the studded leather armor over his new clothes, tucked the dagger into his waistband, inserted the double-edged axe into the fixed leather belt behind him, and finally put on a pair of soft-soled leather boots.

Now he finally looks like a proper adventurer.

He was dressed so neatly because he was about to go to the training ground.

The training ground is located in the north of the town, and it is a very open area built by the Adventurers' Guild.

It aims to provide a platform for newcomers to grow rapidly.

The way to grow quickly is to learn "combat skills" here.

Combat skills are a necessary prerequisite for becoming a professional, but also a threshold that blocks countless people from achieving it.

In addition to talent, mastering a combat skill also requires expert guidance.

Tuition fees alone often cost hundreds or thousands of gold coins.

Even basic combat skills require a significant investment of time and effort.

There are also some geniuses with extremely high talent who can become self-taught through writing scrolls and other forms of writing.

Putting aside how difficult it is to achieve this, the main problem is that 99.99% of the combat skill manuals circulating in the market are not very reliable.

Even if someone is truly gifted, they may still develop physical problems due to learning incomplete or incorrect power techniques.

The Adventurers' Guild provides all registered adventurers with an opportunity to learn real combat skills.

This is genuine "knowledge-based poverty alleviation".

Of course, the Adventurers' Guild is not a purely charitable organization.

Tuition fees still need to be paid.

"One gold coin per lesson, guaranteed to teach but not guaranteed to be mastered."

Luke stood at the registration desk in the training field, lost in thought.

There are three combat skills courses offered here: thrust, slash, and grappling.

Ordinary and practical.

Judging from the name, it's the kind of low-tier character that you'd feel wasted even if it were given away for free in the game.

But for him now, having any education is already a good thing.

"Can't the tuition be made a little cheaper?"

Luke clutched the money pouch in his pocket tightly. He had thought he was fairly well-off, but he never expected that this place was a den of iniquity.

No wonder people often say that where there are adventurers, even breathing is taxed.

The registration staff waved their hand impatiently.

"This is already a friendly price offered by the association to cultivate new talent; poor people shouldn't even bother with it."

Luke gritted his teeth and finally chose the chopping motion, which was more versatile and better suited for two-handed axes.

The instructor was a middle-aged man named Harvey, who had a hideous scar on his face and looked stern.

It must be said that the instructors hired by the Adventurers' Guild are indeed professional.

After demonstrating several times, Harvey explained in detail the power generation posture for slashing, the adjustment techniques during combat, and so on.

Luke had assumed that with the support of the panel, he should be the chosen one, destined to be an emperor.

As a result, half a day passed, and he still couldn't find the natural, effortless feeling of exertion that the other party had described.

Am I really not a genius?

Seeing that Luke looked somewhat dejected, Harvey spoke up:

"Kid, don't dream of instant success. If combat skills were that easy to learn, professional fighters would be everywhere."

Of course, there was one more thing he didn't say:

"If you expect to master the essentials on day one, who will I earn tuition fees from?"

It wasn't that he was hiding anything; all the courses were conducted in accordance with regulations.

However, everyone's physical condition is different, and the angle of force exertion and muscle control are also different.

Wealthy people are more likely to become professionals because they have access to professional mentors who can provide customized, hands-on training.

The tuition fee of one gold coin wouldn't be enough to make Harvey care that much.

However, he still had a very good impression of this young man with black hair and black eyes.

He was humble and polite, and his appearance was far superior to the ugly and deformed people I had seen these past few days.

Harvey did offer some useful advice:

"In addition to controlling your own muscle power, you also need to observe your enemy. Combat techniques are not fixed moves."

"Observe the enemy..."

Luke glanced at the double-edged axe in his hand, then at the training straw man in front of him.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

The [Miracle Fantasy] icon on the panel lit up again.

It seems that this ability has a one-day cooldown period.

Calming himself, Luca kept recalling the ogres in the goblin cave.

The giant axe, gleaming with a cold light, swung without any obstruction, carrying an indescribable power and charm.

A sudden inspiration struck Luke, and he took a deep breath.

He gripped the axe handle tightly and lowered his body slightly.

Leaning forward, eyes fixed on the dummy's body, he tensed his arm muscles and unleashed a burst of light as the axe blade flashed across the surface.

[Miracle Fantasy] activated!

"puff!"

The scarecrow in front of me was instantly split in two at an angle, the cut surface neat and smooth.

[Miracle Fantasy successfully materialized the projection of the "cannibal"]