Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

This abandoned quarry was indeed jokingly referred to by many adventurers as a monster spawner.

This place gets occupied every now and then by low-level monsters who don't know any better, especially goblins who like to build tribes.

Adventurers are happy to occasionally come and reap the rewards, making their wallets a little fuller.

But no one ever told Luke that.

Are the mob spawners here spawning Banshees of Fear?

He unleashed a series of high-intensity combat skills in quick succession, especially by activating [Stealth Evasion] three times in a very short period of time.

This had completely exhausted Luke's strength.

Even though he had already opened a bottle of healing potion and drunk it the moment he heard the shriek.

However, he was still in a state of exhaustion and weakness.

He could only barely support his body weight with his hands and half a sword, and stood up shakily.

Luke looked up and followed the sound.

Sure enough, beneath a patch of leaden-gray clouds, another terrifying banshee, radiating an ominous aura and flapping its jet-black wings, appeared in the sky.

Then, it crashed headfirst onto a spot not far from Luke, kicking up a cloud of dust...

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Something doesn't seem right?

After crashing heavily to the ground, the banshee stopped moving.

There wasn't even a scream.

Luke warily shifted his gaze in that direction.

His superhuman sensory abilities allow him to clearly see the other person's miserable state even from a distance.

Large patches of feathers on the black wings had a charred black color, as if they had been burned by high-temperature flames, and emitted a pungent burnt smell.

On its back, two finely crafted arrows with dark green tail feathers were prominently displayed.

Neither arrow hit a vital spot.

Or perhaps it was a deliberate misdirection, not hitting a vital spot, but rather cleverly striking the fragile bones and joints of the wings.

It completely rendered its ability to fly useless.

"I already told you not to push it too far. If it damages the heart and vocal cords, all our efforts will have been for nothing!"

At the entrance of the quarry, which was littered with boulders, came a clear female voice, her tone slightly relaxed but tinged with complaint.

"Don't worry, I controlled the timing of those two arrows very precisely."

As the two were talking, a third, somewhat gruff male voice broke in:

"Give me a break. Last time I asked you to shoot a rabbit and you couldn't even hit it. And you call yourself the clan's best archer?"

"I'll say it again, that wasn't a hare, it was a dwarf hare. If you hadn't been so clumsy and startled it, I definitely would have hit it."

"I'm clumsy? Clumsy as I am, how could I braid such a perfect beard braid? Clumsy as I am, how could I become a 'Hammer Master'?"

"Hmm? There seems to be someone up ahead?"

Several figures chatted leisurely as they slowly walked into the core area of ​​the quarry, which had just experienced a fierce battle.

When they saw what was in front of them, the bickering stopped abruptly.

Apart from the corpse of the banshee in the distance, which they had been chasing all the way and which had finally died from exhaustion.

On this open ground, countless frightened demons lay scattered about, their spiritual energy completely shattered and lifeless.

Not far away, in front of a huge gray rock, stood a human adventurer covered in blood and pale-faced.

And... at the feet of this young adventurer lay yet another corpse of a banshee of terror?

"What's going on?"

Following the sound, Luke saw who it was.

A total of four people.

Two men and two women.

Walking on the far left was a male dwarf whose height only reached his waist, but whose width was astonishing.

He carried a large, dark gold short hammer on his back and had a thick, brown beard.

Just as he had said, the beard was indeed braided into several intricate braids.

Beside him stood a tall, slender male elf with long hair, dressed in dark green leather armor.

The longbow he held in his hand occasionally emitted a faint glimmer of light, making it appear to be a magical weapon.

Leading the group was a robust woman who was over two meters tall.

Like a mobile iron tower, it carries a huge shield that can almost be used as a door, giving off a sense of security.

Standing at the very core of the group, subtly protected in the middle, was a human woman who appeared to be around thirty years old.

Judging from the exquisite robe and the short staff in his hand, this is a spellcaster.

There are tanks, warriors, ranged archers, and spellcasters.

A classic and well-rounded team configuration.

It perfectly matches Luke's ideal of an adventurer's party—the kind that exudes professionalism at first glance.

The female spellcaster first looked with great interest at the corpse of the banshee on the ground.

Then, she turned her curious gaze to Luke.

He shook his head with some regret:

"Did you do this? All the valuable parts are destroyed, what a waste!"

Luke considered the other party's words to be nothing but sarcastic remarks.

He did want to keep the valuable parts, but his resources didn't allow it!

Killing this fearsome banshee alone had already exhausted all his efforts.

Looking at the small team in front of him, he recalled what Archie had said in the stone house earlier.

Luke tentatively asked:

"Are you Ms. Murphy Lorian?"

Luke had always thought that the magician friend mentioned by Priest Wyatt of the Church of Dawn was a man.

After all, "Murphy" is a rather masculine name.

Moreover, no one had ever described the magician's gender or appearance to him in detail.

Therefore, it was only at this moment that Luke finally realized what was happening.

Sure enough, the female magician was slightly taken aback upon hearing Luke's words:

Do you know me?

Luca first pulled out the Adventurers' Guild's quest request.

He revealed himself to be the adventurer the association had selected for their team to help transport the corpse of the Banshee of Terror.

Murphy watched from a distance, his expression slightly suspicious:

"But I didn't sign my own name on the commission; I wrote our team's name."

After confirming that the other party was indeed the target they were looking for, Luke immediately prepared to take out the letter of introduction from his pocket.

The atmosphere across from him changed abruptly the moment he reached into his coat pocket!

Luca was able to keenly detect the wariness in the eyes of the adventurers opposite him.

Especially the tall woman wielding the giant shield and the elven archer.

The two reacted almost simultaneously.

The female warrior took a half-step to the side, and the giant shield stood like an iron wall in front of Murphy.

The elven ranger's fingers, which had been hanging naturally, were now resting on the bowstring.

His entire aura locked onto Luke's throat in an instant, ready to retaliate at any moment.

This is the combat prowess of a highly skilled professional; with just a small movement, the opponent reacted swiftly.

The expressions of the crowd relaxed slightly when they saw that Luke had produced a letter.

Murphy waved his short staff, and an invisible hand made of magical particles grasped the letter from afar.

It then flew to her and, with remarkable agility, tore open the sealing wax on the envelope in mid-air.

[Trick: The Wizard's Hand]

Due to its high practicality, it has become one of the essential basic tricks that magic apprentices must learn.

But the fact that she could control it so smoothly and precisely was enough to demonstrate the unfathomable level of magical control of the female mage before her.

As Luca watched the letter of recommendation being unfolded and smoothed by an invisible hand, he felt a pang of envy.

He decided that if he had the chance in the future, he would also try to find a magic academy or something similar to see if he had any talent for spellcasting.

Murphy squinted and quickly scanned the contents of the letter.

After reading it, she turned around, shrugged at her companions who were curiously craning their necks behind her, and said casually:

"It was that boring guy from the Dawn Church in Ryan City who introduced me."

Then, Murphy turned his head again, scrutinizing Luke with an extremely amused look:

"This is the first time I've ever seen that stern-faced guy say so many compliments to a young man. You're not his illegitimate son, are you?"

"Just kidding. You really have a bright future, being able to take down a Banshee all by yourself."

Murphy patted the muscular female warrior beside him, and the two walked toward the intact Banshee of Terror in the distance.

"I can indeed help with the favor Wyatt mentioned in his letter. After all, I enjoy tinkering with interesting gadgets. But I need to get down to business first, so please wait a moment."

Under Murphy's command, the muscular woman, who was over two meters tall, began to dismember their prey.

The elven ranger, in perfect unison, headed towards the higher ground of the quarry, keeping watch over the surroundings.

The dwarf, with his short, sturdy legs, strolled over to Luke's side.

He was clearly more interested in the banshee at Luke's feet than the one they had hunted.

As a member of an elite adventure team that can venture deep into the Sunset Forest in search of demons.

He could certainly kill a Banshee of Terror on his own.

If the opportunity is seized, a fatal blow can even be achieved.

However, the death of the banshee at the opponent's feet was far too "gruesome".

He smelled of burning flesh, and his arms were covered with more than a dozen cuts of varying depths.

The most outrageous thing was the terrifying sword wound that ran from top to bottom, almost splitting it in two.

If it was Luke alone who did it, then his fighting style truly intrigued the dwarves.

"Did you take him down all by yourself?"

"Just lucky."

The dwarf, upon hearing this, merely nodded noncommittally.

He was considering whether to mention it to Murphy.

This kid might have some unusual "fetishes," and could very well be a sadist with sadistic tendencies.

However, as a straightforward and generous dwarf warrior, he abandoned his malicious speculations about Luke.

He pointed to the banshee's mangled corpse and said:

"Although you've destroyed most of the valuable parts of this thing, there are still some parts that can be used as raw materials to exchange for money."

This did remind Luke.

Bringing back some materials from the Banshee of Terror will definitely be more valuable than the corpse of the Fearful Demon.

He thanked the dwarf and earnestly asked for his advice:

"This is the first time I've encountered this kind of monster. What else about it is valuable?"

"The feathers on the inside of the upper arm, the black claws, and the like can all be sold for some money. Of course, don't sell them openly after you get back, since the kingdom still explicitly forbids the trade of these things."

The dwarf, somewhat familiar with Luke, shared his insights.

"It's best to find a reliable shop owner and ask them to help you make connections, or simply let the owner buy back the materials. Many chain stores actually secretly buy these materials."

Luke glanced into the distance at a still-beating black heart being carefully lifted out by the female warrior.

Unable to resist my curiosity, I asked about the price of the Banshee's heart and vocal cords.

I learned from the dwarves that if you encounter a client like Murphy who is both demanding and extremely wealthy...

In good condition materials can even be exchanged for several thousand gold coins.

The claws and feathers that Luke collected might be worth less than a tenth of that.

Upon hearing this, Luke immediately regretted asking the question.

He originally thought his sword strike from the sky was perfect.

The more I think about it, the more upset I get.

In short, I regret it, I really regret it.

However, Luke did not come away empty-handed.

After killing the Banshee of Terror, his [Miracle Fantasy] can finally be activated again.

Luke couldn't help but start daydreaming.

If one could obtain the Banshee's terrifying scream ability, its effect would be similar to that of the Fang of Yenogu.

However, as a demonic creature with a challenge level of 6, its intimidation effect is definitely much stronger than that of a level 4 gnoll.

Or it could be the ability to fly.

I just don't know if he can fly.

If you could fly, would it be because feathers grow on your arms?

Or is it that it directly possesses the ability to govern rules and floats in the sky?

At the very least, you can acquire the opponent's agility attribute.

Just like when I obtained the necromancer's perception ability in the sewers of Ryan City.

It just so happens that Murphy and his team won't be able to deal with the Banshee's corpse in a short time.

Luke simply walked to the side, sat on a protruding gray rock, and quietly began to fantasize about miracles.

[Miracle Fantasy successfully materialized the projection of the "Banshee of Terror"]

[Gained Specialization: Abyss Language Mastery]

[Abyssal Language Specialization: Can understand and communicate in Abyssal language.]

"..."

"?"

Not a buddy?

Looking at the cold words on the panel, Luke was momentarily stunned.

In his imagination, the ability he would acquire would be "fear scream", "flight ability", or "agility attribute".

Who knew that the panel talent would directly give him an "or" option?

Keep in mind, this is a level 6 monster!

And so, a rare opportunity to extract power was wasted on this.

This was even more painful than when he first learned that he had missed out on several thousand gold coins.

For a moment, Luke's face turned extremely gloomy.

The bored dwarf nearby saw Luke sitting there alone, looking as if he was sulking.

I assumed the other person was still regretting the gold coins.

She walked very considerately to his side and patted his lower back with her calloused, thick hand.

"Take it easy, kid. Earning a few thousand gold coins isn't that hard for us!"

Luke couldn't explain anything, so he could only nod.

At the same time, I comforted myself.

Being proficient in the Abyss language... is actually quite good.

That way, if we encounter intelligent demonic creatures again, we might be able to use the Abyss language to get closer to them?

Luke stared blankly at the distant sky.

Foreign languages ​​are great!

You need to learn a foreign language!