Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Luca is now very close to truly reaching the threshold of Class 3.

Both the pace of movement and the rhythm of breathing are considered to be of a very good standard by experts.

Despite his somewhat thin frame, he exuded a mysterious and cold aura.

At least in the eyes of those seasoned adventurers who already possess formal professional ranks.

Luke is definitely not the kind of pushover who can be easily manipulated.

Therefore, it can also be determined.

The five desperados under the tree, who were committing vile acts, had rather poor observation skills.

Luke looked down at the uninvited guests with a cold eye.

The slight cracking sound of their feet stepping on dry branches, their slightly heavy breathing due to tension, and their tactical movements riddled with flaws.

According to Luca, who had mastered the "Mind's Eye Sword" and whose perception had been enhanced.

It wasn't a deliberate disguise; they were just some low-class scoundrels.

The search by the group did not last long.

Having finished observing from the tree, Luke drew his longsword, ready to make his move.

These people immediately shot a few arrows at their sleeping bags, clearly indicating that there was no misunderstanding between the two sides.

We are already mortal enemies.

Luke raised his fingertip and aimed it at the short man closest to him.

He activated the ability he had just acquired from the necromancer.

"A trembling touch!"

No incantations or complicated spell-casting gestures are required.

With just a thought from Luke, green light shot out from his hand.

It was even faster than the arrow from before, striking the man squarely in the chest.

It's unclear whether it's because the opponent's strength is simply too low, or because Luke's level three [Imagination Manifestation] ability is too powerful.

What was originally just a trick-like spell unexpectedly displayed extraordinary destructive power.

"Sizzle!"

The chilling, dark corrosive damage erupts wildly the moment it touches the flesh.

The inferior leather armor was corroded and penetrated like paper, as if it had been splashed with a corrosive strong acid.

The green light directly corroded a huge blood hole in the opponent's chest.

The short man didn't even see what happened before he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He threw away the dagger, clutched his chest tightly with both hands to the ever-expanding, festering wound, and rolled frantically on the ground.

The heart-wrenching screams instantly ripped apart the deathly silence of the Sunset Forest night sky.

The sudden turn of events startled the other outlaws who were searching for Luke.

However, they quickly realized what was happening and rapidly surrounded Luca.

They were greeted by a silvery-white sword light.

There's not much to say about the battle scenes.

Among these people, the two who were slightly stronger were only low-level adventurers who had just mastered basic combat skills and had not yet obtained a professional level.

Luca's superior physical abilities and basic swordsmanship alone were enough to overwhelm the group.

As one by one, their comrades' throats were slit, and they fell into pools of blood.

Isaac, the archer standing on the outermost edge, completely broke down psychologically.

Her legs suddenly gave way and she knelt down, bursting into tears without any dignity.

It was clearly this group of people who banded together to commit such despicable acts in Sunset Forest, all for the sake of money and murder.

But at this moment, looking at his pitiful appearance, with tears streaming down his face and his whole body trembling, it was heartbreaking.

Instead, they seemed like ordinary people being bullied by Luke.

Luke flicked the blood off his half-sword without any expression.

He stepped over the corpses on the ground and slowly walked to the side of the tall, thin hunter.

Why are you targeting me?

"It was old Frey! It was all old Frey's idea!"

The man was so frightened that he jerked his head up and began to beg for mercy, crying incoherently:

"Old Frey told me that instead of going into the forest to steal goblin ears from other people, it's faster to ambush lone adventurers at the edge of the forest."

"We happened to see you enter Sunset Forest alone this morning, so we followed your footprints all day. We found that you were wandering around the edge of the forest, so... they decided to take action."

In a fit of extreme fear, the man poured out his entire situation and his grievances.

His wife recently passed away, and he has a young child who is seriously ill.

As an ordinary hunter, the meager income he earned from hunting was far from enough to buy high-grade herbs that could cure children.

Because he was desperate, and because he had a decent tracking ability and quite accurate archery skills, he decided to take advantage of the situation.

She caught the eye of a thug named Old Frey in the tavern.

Under duress and bribery, he was temporarily blinded by greed and joined a team that specialized in hunting lone adventurers.

Listening to the man's sobs and seeing the blood on his forehead, Luke fell silent.

He didn't actually have a lot of psychological burden regarding the matter of "murder".

After all, the world he lives in now is no longer the place where things can be resolved through civilization and law.

If he doesn't kill, someone else will kill him.

Luke had always looked down on this kind of behavior—attacking first and then begging for mercy after realizing he was no match.

They just wanted to kill a weak person who seemed to still have some humanity and whose background was somewhat pitiful.

Luke went through a brief internal struggle.

After all, he wasn't some born killer.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Luke made his decision.

He felt that the only thing he could do to help the man was to swing his sword faster.

Under the man's hopeful gaze.

One sword and the head is severed.

The tall, thin hunter's head rolled into the pile of fallen leaves.

The expression on his face was forever frozen in that moment of despair and regret.

If you're going to do this job, you have to be prepared to die.

Luke, expressionless, tore a relatively clean strip of cloth from the corpse beside him and thoroughly wiped his half-sword clean.

Then, they began to deal with the spoils left behind by these people.

This adventure has only just begun, and they can only carry the small amount of money they have with them.

For heavy items like armor and weapons, Luke found a large tree with unique burls and made concealed markings.

They then buried the equipment with dead branches and fallen leaves.

If the commission is successfully completed and he has the opportunity to return the way he came, he will take the opportunity to dig up these spoils and bring them back to town.

...

After the brief hiatus, the next two days of travel were exceptionally peaceful and smooth.

Apart from the occasional wild animal that watched from afar, Luke did not encounter any other aggressive creatures.

Finally, at noon on the third day, after passing through a dense forest, Luke's view suddenly opened up.

A massive, abandoned quarry, marked by excavation but now overgrown with weeds and vines, quietly appeared before him.

Luke, carrying half a sword, slowly walked into the quarry.

"Hopefully I'm not too late..."