Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

The jungle was eerily quiet under the cover of night.

A fire was burning beside the dirt road in the jungle.

In the flickering firelight, a man and a woman were seen tied to a thick tree trunk.

Among them, Rhodes, with obvious scars on his forehead, slowly opened his eyes.

The rope around my body was sore from being tied up.

My forehead is burning.

I felt intense dizziness and my vision became blurry.

After regaining his composure, he could barely make out two short, green goblins lying across the fire.

Their snoring was deafening, especially jarring in the quiet night.

A goblin on night watch paced back and forth on the other side of the fire, his fierce eyes scanning the surroundings.

Rhodes stared at all of this, somewhat stunned.

where am I.

Then came a surge of joy.

No more overtime?!

Or perhaps the changes made to the client's proposal created an illusion.

The fantasy of a corporate slave on the verge of sudden death after working overtime for 36 consecutive days?

Could it be that I've traveled through time...?

Memories flooded my brain like a tidal wave, overwhelming me with information.

Rhodes Gilbert, the fourteenth son of the Marquis of Gilbert.

Driven by a crazy passion for adventure, he decided to run away from home and eventually chose to become an adventurer.

He ambitiously set out a ten-year plan, determined to become the number one Dharma Master on the mainland within ten years.

Surprisingly, my talent was shockingly poor. After two years of relentless, day-and-night effort, I finally mastered the most basic magic trick, the fire arrow...

They don't even qualify to register with the Adventurers' Guild.

Along the way, they were either scammed or robbed by bandits.

It took many hardships to finally reach this jungle...

Brother, can't you have a little self-awareness?

With that kind of talent, you still try to go on adventures like others.

Wouldn't it be better to just be a rich kid and live a life corrupted by money and beautiful women every day?

Rhodes's lips twitched as he tried to suppress his urge.

The pain in my forehead returned, and I managed to calm myself down.

But how did I get captured by the goblins?

He struggled to process the jumbled memories.

The original owner was a mage who only knew how to use Fire Arrow, and no team in the big city was willing to accept him.

He could only head south, hoping to find some remote, unsophisticated adventure teams so that he could make a name for himself.

He was so engrossed in studying magic on his journey that he bumped into a forked tree trunk and passed out.

It was regarded as a gift from nature by a passing goblin.

Rhodes: ......

According to the original owner's memories, this place is not far from the goblin camp.

There are no fewer than a hundred elven creatures in the camp.

They are inherently cruel, hostile to humans, and even eat humans.

If we wait until dawn to be transported there, we'll probably only be able to choose our own cooking method.

No.

We must escape under the cover of night!

Rhodes made the decision.

Good news: The goblins think I'm just an ordinary person.

Bad news: As a mage, all I know is Fire Arrow.

Burning the rope isn't difficult, but once you do it, the remaining two goblins will inevitably wake up.

How should we deal with these three goblins?

Let's not even talk about the damage of the fire arrow.

With my accuracy, hitting a target from three meters away is already a stroke of luck.

If I miss, with my frail body, I'll probably be chopped into minced meat.

Rhodes shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that there was someone tied up next to him!

Were you also kidnapped by goblins like me?

Rhodes leaned his back against the tree and tilted his head to the side.

By the light of the fire, they could barely make out that the person tied up next to them was a human girl with fair skin and silver hair.

He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and was much shorter than me.

She was also tied up.

At this moment, it seemed that drowsiness was rising, and her head was nodding little like a dozing ragdoll cat.

Rhodes struggled slightly, trying to make some noise.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and tried to turn her head.

He was somewhat excited when he saw Rhodes looking at him.

She said in a very low voice, "Oh, you're awake."

They are human beings, capable of communication!

Rhodes was overjoyed.

In this situation, every extra person adds to the strength.

The two were very close, and by the firelight, the girl's clear, bright blue eyes could be clearly seen.

Seeing that the goblin on lookout wasn't paying attention, Rhodes, clinging to a sliver of hope, asked, "Do you have a profession?"

The girl paused, seemingly not understanding why the other person would ask such a question:

"Yes...yes, I'm a pastor..."

It turned out to be a pastor.

If you combine your Fire Arrow with the priest's enhanced spells, you can at least take down one goblin.

Rhodes glanced at the sentry goblin again and whispered, "Does anyone know Blessing, Command, or Grease spells?"

According to the original owner's memories, these were very basic spells for the priest profession.

The girl immediately replied, "I possess the skills of blessing and healing."

"Very good. I'll find a way to get the goblin on guard close in a bit. As soon as the rope breaks, cast a blessing spell and try to take one out directly."

Rhodes instantly devised a plan.

To everyone's surprise, the girl's eyes widened in disbelief: "Why attack a goblin?"

Rhodes' eyes widened: "Because we'll be taken to the goblin camp."

"Isn't the goblin camp good?" The girl's clear eyes were filled with confusion.

it is good!

good question!

How could you say such a thing?

Rhodes looked at the girl dressed in coarse linen clothes, took a deep breath, and tried to soften his voice:

"Judging from your clothes, you must be a resident of a nearby village. Don't you know the consequences of being captured by goblins and brought to their camp?"

"I know," the girl nodded. "Isn't it just about doing chores and getting eaten when I'm in my forties or fifties? But at least there'll be meat to eat."

"You don't want to go??"

You won't just be doing manual labor there...

Rhodes tried to express his feelings concisely: "Are you crazy?"

The girl was taken aback by the retort, then raised her chin and asked, "Humans are simply a resource for other races."

"Isn't this common sense?"

What kind of common sense is this?

The girl, with her innocent big eyes, continued, "Besides, how could the two of us possibly be a match for goblins?"

"We've heard in our village that some goblins, though they look thin, are actually..."

The girl's words were like a switch, unlocking Rhodes' memories.

Humans have always been the most numerous and most powerful race on the continent of Hize.

Fifty years ago, they angered the gods because of their arrogance.

From then on, humanity was no longer favored by the gods, and the long-suppressed alien races rose up one after another.

These alien races were astonished to discover that using intelligent humans as slaves was actually quite effective.

Thirty years ago, orcs, dragons, and drow used three indicators—race population, combat strength, and the number of humans they possessed—as standards to measure the strength of a race, and these standards became widely popular.

The idea that "human beings are the primary driving force for the development of other races" has gradually become a generally accepted fact.

Rhodes felt a dull ache in his brain, in addition to his forehead.

Now is not the time to worry about the future of humanity; after tonight, I may very well have no future.

How do we get out of this predicament?

We cannot place our hopes on the young pastor next door.

Regardless of her stance, even if she chooses to stand on my side later, she may not have combat experience.

What should I do?

Does being a time traveler mean you don't even have any cheat codes?

Rhodes took a few deep breaths of the refreshing night air, trying to calm his thoughts.

No.

We can't rely on cheats for everything.

There's no need for any system when dealing with goblins; I can solve the problem with my intelligence alone!

Could it be that all the wisdom I've accumulated over the years can't even handle three skinny goblins?

As my thoughts drifted, three cards suddenly appeared before me.

Please select a skill enhancement direction.

【Flame Arrow - Sharp Penetration (Normal): Flame arrows can pierce through enemies who are not wearing armor】

[Firebolt - Reduced Mana Cost (Normal): Casting Firebolt will reduce the amount of mana required.]

[Flame Arrow - Increased Target (Normal): Flame Arrow can target one more enemy]

But then again...

The power of wisdom is ultimately limited; in this alternate world with such a background, being powerless is tantamount to being a nobody on the street.

Cheats are the way to go.

Rhodes readily accepted, turning his attention to the three cards in front of him.

Is this a choice of one of three skills to enhance?