Warriors will die if they charge.

The dawn had already faded, and the scorching sunlight dispelled the mist along the riverbank. As they approached the town's entrance, Badin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke:

"Buddy, I admit your shawl is beautiful, silk with a few sparkling gems, but we're about to enter town, and it'll make all the girls jealous. Tell the men in your family to buy you one right away."

With the help of the Cloak of Intelligence, Marcus, who had never felt so clear-headed since his transmigration, spoke clearly: "You mean I'm wearing a woman's shawl?"

"If I'm not mistaken about human clothing, a shawl should cover the elbows, and the silk shawl you're wearing is really just a shawl," Bardin said, pointing to the exquisite garments hanging on Marcus's shoulders.

He felt that after the big guy suddenly put on this thing last night, his mind seemed to have become a little fuzzy, and he kept saying strange things.

"This is a cloak that allows me to count from one to ten."

Bardin was silent for a moment, then spoke with difficulty, "You couldn't count before?"

Marcus patted his shimmering intelligence cloak on his shoulder and straightened his back: "It makes me count faster."

The dwarf stopped and stared, unable to tell whether the fellow was genuinely stupid or pretending.

Just then, a woman carrying a wicker basket and a child walked out of the town, seemingly on her way to pick mushrooms in the woods.

When she saw Marcus wearing an exquisite shawl, she covered her mouth with her hand, tilted her head, and chuckled. She quickly pulled her child past her, seemingly worried that the boy in her family might pick up some bad influence.

Marcus felt instantly mortified and quickly ripped the Intelligence Cloak off his shoulders, stuffing it haphazardly into his pocket.

The two entered the town, and Bardin walked towards the eastern street where adventurers and travelers gathered, waving his hand behind him and saying:

"I need to go back to the Pig Lung Tavern first to wash off this goblin blood; it's made my beard stink. Come on over for a drink tonight, buddy, it's on me."

Marcus also told Bardin his home address and to contact him anytime if he needed anything. Humming a little tune, he strolled home step by step.

Opening the wooden door, the old hinges creaked. Looking into the room, which contained only a bed, a simple wardrobe, and an extinguished fire, the joy of the adventure was instantly washed away.

The original owner had almost no friends. Although his tall stature prevented him from being bullied, his physique was too imposing for the people of the rainforest town, making them reluctant to get close to him.

His parents died young, and he had to worry about making a living from morning till night. He was busy carrying heavy wooden boxes and sacks at the dock, saving money to find a good wife. He rarely had the opportunity to meet people.

Coupled with her naturally taciturn nature, and the fact that her two childhood friends had also married into the Water Ghost Queen's family, she had almost no ties in this remote town.

Stepping inside, the low ceiling almost pressed down on my hair. I plopped down on the bed, its rotten wooden legs creaking and howling.

He looked at the wall where a few more chunks of dust had fallen, took out the gold coins hidden deep inside the wardrobe, and gently stroked the exquisite griffin pattern on the surface with his rough fingertips, muttering to himself, "Maybe I should become an adventurer."

Marcus recalled the events of the previous night and had no doubt that he had performed well in his first battle, using his baton and shield whenever necessary, even killing a goblin bear.

Although he didn't understand what level of monster the bear goblin was, at least he won, which meant he had some ability to protect himself.

He liked that feeling; it wasn't about killing or harboring a burning anger, it was just...exciting.

He once had a dream: to cycle along National Highway 310, traveling across the vast and beautiful landscape from east to west. But reality always delivers a blow to a story that hasn't even begun. While his bicycle was still on his JD.com shopping list, he was hit by a lucky charm and transported to another world.

This world is more magnificent than the one before, with dragons, demons, angels, dwarves, elves... all kinds of gods, both familiar and forgotten, connected by towering mountains and mighty rivers, and countless secrets hidden in inconspicuous corners.

Rather than staying in a remote town as a cowardly warrior, he would rather be like Bardin, arguing and bickering with his companions, traveling the world for some obsession.

Even if it's full of dangers, at least the journey is quite exciting, isn't it?

Furthermore, based on the quest releases from the cheat system, the most suitable profession is definitely the adventurer, as the water ghosts and goblins will eventually be wiped out.

But in a different location, in a different tavern, new quests and new adventures will appear.

The southbound express rail service is not over yet!

With his mind at ease, Marcus let out a long sigh of relief.

He found a few pieces of black bread and swallowed them whole. He carefully wiped away the bloodstains and bone fragments from the grooves of his baton with a rag, then pushed open the wooden door and headed towards the militia camp.

The effects of the theropod respiratory system meant he felt almost no fatigue, and even after a sleepless night, he was only slightly mentally exhausted. He planned to finish his business, go back to sleep, and then go to the Pig Lung Tavern that evening to discuss the Hammer of Destiny with Bardin.

Marcus found Captain Fielding eating at the camp and briefly explained his purpose.

"To be an adventurer..." Fielding squinted at Marcus's determined expression, then nodded.

He pointed to the empty seat opposite him and called to the cook who was serving food to the militiamen: "Give this kid a portion."

Marcus sat down and heard Fielding say, "I don't object to you becoming an adventurer. Young people should always go out and explore. You said you teamed up with a dwarf to take down more than thirty goblins and two water ghosts. That's quite good for a young man."

"But!" Fielding tapped the table with his wooden spoon, reminding the somewhat arrogant young man, "The outside world is far more dangerous than Riverside Town. Most fools dare to venture out with their mediocre martial arts skills, thinking they can defeat trolls and petrified lizards with courage, only to die at the hands of goblins they look down on."

"You'll stay at the camp to train later. I'll teach you some basic swordsmanship and self-defense skills. Don't think that brute force can solve everything. More important," Fielding tapped his temple, "is your brain and your fighting instincts ingrained in your bones."

The captain tapped the wooden table again and ordered Marcus, a militiaman who had temporarily joined the team, "Eat."

Marcus had some doubts, but he did as Fielding asked, taking the oatmeal, black bread, and grilled sturgeon that the cook handed him and eating heartily.

He didn't quite understand why Fielding was taking such good care of him; the Water Ghost Slayer wasn't exactly a benevolent person.

One afternoon, Fielding began to train Marcus individually, starting with the basics of swordsmanship and stances.

Don't grip the hilt too tightly like a novice. Slightly loosen your fingers to adjust the sword's direction, aim for the center line, and when adjusting your footwork, land on your toes first. Don't easily reveal your attack intentions...

The afternoon passed quickly, and Fielding was also amazed by Marcus's incredible stamina, as he continuously swung a training iron sword at the training dummy like he was pounding crops, for almost an hour straight.

As dusk fell, the militia camp only provided dinner for the patrolmen. Fielding told Marcus to come back the next day and then led his men to patrol the dock pier.

Marcus rummaged through his pockets, finding one gold, three silver, and twelve copper coins. He was also preparing to head to the Pig Lung Tavern to chat with the dwarf and perhaps have a refreshing rye.