That's right, that's what adventure is like!

Roland returned to the hotel.

The hall below was still bustling. He lay on the bed, tossing a gold coin he had just acquired, lost in thought.

The gold coin came from the fine paid by the woman. The guards gave him half and then excitedly went to shut down the shop.

He spent some time and money to find out what was going on and understood the situation.

The situation in Duanyan Town has changed drastically.

Most of the professionals from the Church of the Righteous God have left, and now the town's defense force consists only of the town hall, so the guards decided to make a big profit.

Their target is those shops that are doing well.

The woman's situation is an example.

She's been here for so long, yet she's still out of touch with the news, which means the guards deliberately cut off her sources of information, not even informing her that Finn has been removed from the wanted list.

Then, they would wait for a mistake, fabricate a reason to shut down her shop, and pocket all the profits.

—"When the knife is about to strike the neck, the person holding the knife is also in someone else's shadow of a knife."

The teachings of the original owner's father flashed through Roland's mind, and he let out a deep breath.

The situation changed too quickly. Although he had already sensed something amiss when he was talking to the red-haired waiter, he didn't expect it to happen to him so soon.

Fortunately, his growth rate was fast enough that these things were just minor incidents, and it's likely that no one will provoke him again.

Roland lowered his head and looked at the javelin again. After professional evaluation, the final effect was finally revealed, and there was an unexpected surprise.

[Burning Pulse Javelin]

Type: Weapon/Throwing Javelin

Grade: Excellent (Purple)

Description: Approximately four feet long, forged from dark gray alloy, with a triangular cone-shaped head covered in intricate dwarven runes, and dark red stains that cannot be washed off remaining on the inner wall of the blood groove.

Effect: 1. When thrown, piercing damage +80%.

2. Absorb the life force of the slain; once accumulated, the damage dealt when thrown will be increased (up to 200%).

3. In close combat, strength +20%.

Extraction Requirements: 1 combat-themed story

Note: Extractable capabilities are "precisely locked".

……

"Precise lock-on, that should be a skill related to ranged weapons," Roland thought thoughtfully. "The little incident just now could be considered a battle, but it didn't develop into a story. It seems it wasn't high enough."

In this way, he now possesses two extractable items, and both have decent abilities.

Next, it's time to prepare the story.

He already has ideas for rescue-themed stories, and combat-themed stories are also easy to solve; he just needs to consider the timeframe.

"Prioritize rescue stories; these should be achievable without leaving the town."

Roland made up his mind and then looked around at himself again.

He changed rooms.

It costs 5 silver coins each night, but includes a wooden tub for bathing, free breakfast every day, and a much larger space.

The magic lamp overhead cast a soft white light, providing ample illumination to everything around him, leading him to the large full-length mirror in the corner.

The lining was stained with a lot of blood, I don’t know when it seeped in, and there were some bruises on my chest, from being hit by the goblin.

More importantly, beneath the curly black hair was that familiar face.

Although his eyes remained calm, they couldn't hide the deep weariness that permeated his being.

That's normal; after all, he had just finished an adventure.

That's the point of paying to change rooms.

Roland sighed softly, tidied up his equipment, then took off his clothes and lay down in the large wooden tub.

The rising heat and the warm air currents gliding over his skin soothed his weary body after the adventure, giving him a brief respite.

Raising his palm, the clear water rippled and splashed against his increasingly rough skin, causing Roland to close his eyes slightly.

He was reflecting on his experience.

After transmigrating, he constantly faced life-or-death crises, doing his utmost to shape the story, extract abilities, and strive for the ability to survive.

But that doesn't mean he enjoyed the process.

The allure of another world is undeniable, but the dangers are real, and the stress of traveling for days has become too much.

If you don't adjust your mindset in time, you can easily fall into post-combat syndrome and become overly stressed.

The rising steam blurred the view.

Roland closed his eyes, letting his tense body relax little by little, allowing the fatigue to seep into the warm water from every cell, and his nerves to relax as well.

He suddenly remembered the first day he arrived after transmigrating.

At that moment, he listened to the noise outside, watched the giant axe gleaming faintly behind the passing orc, and gripped the cold, hard iron sword.

He didn't know if he would survive, or what was going on.

Now he knows.

It can survive.

From the first goblin, to the Black Ash Dungeon, to the Dwarven Sanctuary, to the Burrowing Worm's Lair... from an iron sword, to worn-out leather armor, and now to the Rune Javelin.

From exiled farmers to the "favored ones" in the mouths of wandering poets.

Now, the goblins are fleeing, even the most reckless adventurers are filled with fear, and the guards have gained a newfound respect for them.

He opened his eyes and looked at his palms soaking in the water.

My skin is rougher now, with a few new scars and calluses from using Heavy Slash too much.

"Adventure can indeed change a person."

Roland chuckled, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

He is no longer the young man who was walking on thin ice when he first transmigrated. Now he has more confidence and plans for the future.

In the future, more stories will be told, and more titles will be bestowed upon him; this is the meaning of adventure.

He wanted to become a legendary adventurer.

A smile played on his lips as he stood up, dried himself with a towel, and changed into a brand new set of clothes.

goo—

My stomach growled.

Roland paused for a moment, then smiled.

After all that fuss and being tied up with so many things, I really forgot about dinner.

He took his longsword, pushed open the door, and went downstairs.

The first floor was still very lively. The changes in the situation in Broken Rock Town had little to do with the adventurers; at most, they just provided some topics of conversation at the dinner table.

Roland glanced around, then found a chair in the corner and sat down.

A girl wearing an apron ran over, casually wiped the table with a towel, and asked him what he wanted to eat.

Roland thought for a moment and decided to try something different instead of the reward set meal he had eaten at several times before.

"Roasted lamb leg, stew, white bread, two glasses of ale, and a bowl of fish soup... It has to be fresh, don't try to fool me."

The girl nodded and left, quickly bringing the food over.

Roland picked up the leg of lamb and took a bite.

The perfect balance of aroma and saltiness, the rich juices on the palate, the smoky flavor of charcoal, and the slightly bitter ale make it a delightful surprise.

The fish soup was very fresh and tender. The white fish meat was boneless and slid down the throat without any bones, warming the body.

The cold wind howled outside the window, while the room was warm and cozy.

He ate slowly.

Tomorrow will be another new adventure.